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There is a woman in my life whom I’ll call Sofia, not her real name.

In terms of her identity, all I’ll say is she’s a very long-term FB, she’s in her mid-20s, she’s from Paraguay, and she’s probably the hottest woman I’ve ever had sex with in Paraguay.

The first time we had sex, many years ago, it was amazing. This is significant because usually the first time you have sex with a woman it’s not “amazing” even if she’s really hot.

Usually, if it ends up being amazing, that comes later, after you get to know each other a little better.

But with Sofia, its was amazing from day one, and not just for me, but for her as well.

She was my exact, precise physical type. Super hot face with exotic features, blonde hair (very rare in Paraguay), very short and tiny, big giant ass.

Our sexual chemistry was perfect. We were 100% compatible with each other from day one.

We started seeing each other regularly. Within a few months, she told me she loved me and she had never been in love with a man like she the way she was feeling for me. She was fantastic.

Just a few months ago, which is many years later, she said the same thing. She loves me more than any other man she has ever loved.

Within about a year of meeting her, she was talking about marrying me and even having me move her to Dubai so we could be together “forever.”

Paraguay is a dating marketplace, like many lower-end countries, where the really, really hot girls eventually move to better countries, so this was definitely on her agenda from day one, probably even before she met me.

This was all back when I was still emotionally exclusive to Pink Firefly under my OLTR marriage.

Sofia, as all women always are, was clearly aware that I was married to a very pretty American woman back in the USA, that I was allowed to see other women and have sex with them, but that I wasn’t allowed to love anyone else.

She said she didn’t care. She understood I had a wife, but like many Latina women living in the Latin world, the concept of monogamy isn’t exactly what Westerners expect.

“Wife” in her world wasn’t someone you’re super attracted to. Plus, PF was in her 40s and Sofia was in her early 20s, and she knew it.

And Sofia was also very hot, and she knew that too.

She was perfectly fine being my girlfriend or being my wife even though I already had a wife. How exactly she wanted that to work, well, your guess is as good as mine.

Of course said no because I do what I promise.

But the bigger reason I said no, even though Sofia and I were very attracted to each other and had a lot of chemistry, was she had a lot of drama and chaos in her life.

She would get a really good job, enjoy it for a while, then start complaining about it, then quit or get fired, usually with a lot of drama and bad blood.

She would have massive drama with her mom or dad, get kicked out of her house, and then reconcile and move back in.

She would often text me and ask me for money, even for really dumb reasons, like “I need food.”

When I reminded her she had a job and lived at home and had no bills, that just went in one ear and out the other.

At one point she even insulted me over texts because I wouldn’t send her money for something stupid like this. To be clear, she never gave me drama in person, not even one time. Whenever she was with me, she was as sweet as pie.

But over texts, if she was having a bad day (which was common) or was having drama with someone in her life (which was also common), she was a different person, and a little bitch would come out over my Whatsapp.

Of course, I don’t do drama, so I instantly soft nexted her ass and didn’t see her or talk to her for several months, enjoying my other FBs in Paraguay who never gave me drama (over texts or in person) and never asked me for money, and I mean that literally. (One of these women became my official Paraguay wife/PDM in 2024, but that’s a story I’ll tell some other time.)

A few months later she started texting me again, like nothing happened, telling me she missed me and loved me and wanted to see me. I responded but I didn’t see her.

Then she got drunk with some of her girlfriends, and according to her, she crossed a street and a car hit her.

She was thrown several feet, landed hard on the pavement, fucked up her hip, had one of her teeth knocked out, and really fucked up her face.

She texted me from the hospital, showing me pictures. I was friendly and emphatic. She’s a very nice person. Just a little crazy.

“Why do these big problems always happen to me, Amor?” she asked me in her very accented English.

Well, maybe because you’re hot mess who keeps doing dumb shit, sweetheart.

A few days later she asked me for hunk of money to get a new cosmetic fake tooth to replace the one she left. I told her that I’m not her boyfriend and it’s not my job to give her money every time she has a problem.

She insulted me again. Not smart. I stopped responding to her texts for about a year or so.

Sometime later, when she found out that I was now non-emotionally-exclusive and was looking for a real girlfriend/wife in Paraguay (PDM) she got very excited and was determined that she would be the lucky Paraguayan girl to be my new wife.

On my last visit to Paraguay last summer, months after all of this, she begged and pleaded to see me. She apologized for the insults and said she was working on herself and that she had turned over a new leaf and would never do that drama stuff ever again.

She had a new job as a reporter for Congress and a very high (for Paraguay) salary, which was impressive.

She had also moved out of her home and got her own apartment, also a huge achievement for someone in Paraguay, especially a woman.

Letting my dick do most of my thinking, which is never a great idea, I agreed to see her. We saw each other several times and she was great every time. By then I was already set as my now PDM wife in Paraguay but I certainly enjoyed Sofia’s company.

After a few months, she gave me drama over texts again. I don’t remember what it was about; something very little and stupid.

I decided to dump her permanently. I’ve been actively working on reducing the number of women in my life anyway so this worked out at just the right time, so she sort of did me a favor.

On top of that, I was now seeing her best friend, a famous (in Paraguay) professional singer, who has a very different look but who is also pretty much as hot as Sofia (referral game is so awesome). She doesn’t speak English but I never let that stop me; she and I text regularly even though it’s been months since I was last in Paraguay, and she initiates the conversations 95% of the time.

Anyway, a few weeks later Sofia texted me yet again.

She explained that she still loved me and loved me more than any other man, but she accepted that I didn’t want to see her anymore. She had found a new Western boyfriend (from Europe or the USA; I’m not quite clear which) and he was going to get her a visa to move to the US with him.

I was happy for her and I told her so. It also took the pressure off me to spend more time with the singer, who I’ve since designated as my backup FB to my Paraguay PDM.

Talking to the singer around this time, she said that she was concerned. This new boyfriend, she said, was kind of an asshole and she was really worried about Sofia. She was concerned that Sofia was getting into a “bad situation again” and she was sad that Sofia was “always all about money all the time.”

Yeah, no kidding.

But we both agreed that Sofia was an adult and had to make her own choices, and we just hoped for the best for her.

I heard nothing from Sofia for several months.

Then, last weekend, I received a flurry of texts from her, including photos. She was in Paris, she loves me and misses me, and wanted me to buy her a ticket and fly her to Dubai. I of course said no and strongly considered blocking her number.

Two days after that, I get another flurry of texts. Her new boyfriend with whom she was on a trip with in Paris had physically assaulted her. She was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. One of her legs was gushing blood. She showed pics.

I didn’t respond.

Later that day she begged me to get her a ticket to Dubai. She didn’t want to go back to him because “he might kill me.”

I asked her why she bothered to date a physically violent boyfriend, a using-logic-on-women move that never works, but I didn’t care since I’m not seeing Sofia anymore.

She ignored the question and kept begging.

I told her to just ask her mom to get her a plane ticket back to Paraguay. She said she and her mom weren’t on speaking terms anymore.

Yeah, big shock.

I felt sorry for her. She’s still a good person. But all of this crap is 100% her fault.

I told her that she’s completely alienated literally everyone in her life except me and her best friend and she was on the verge of doing so with me. I also said it was not my job to throw money at her every time she got herself into a huge, dumb problem that was always 100% her fault.

Again, let me remind you that I’m not seeing this person anymore… don’t ever do something like this if you’re in a relationship with a woman because using logic on women doesn’t work, as I’ve explained many times.

That was my last message to her. She responded with a photo of her sad face and another one of the doctor stitching up her leg. I didn’t respond.

Sometimes in your Alpha Male 2.0 journey, you’re going to come across women to whom you are extremely attracted. They’ll be your exact type physically and with their personality.

You’ll think they’re amazing. You’ll think about them often. You’ll be excited to see them. You’ll treasure your time with them. And if you’re not careful, you’ll get oneitis (shit, then you’re really fucked).

But the problem is that she’ll have one major, fatal flaw.

Maybe she’ll be a hardcore drug addict.

Maybe she’ll be a huge drama queen.

Maybe she’ll come from a violent past and suffer from PTSD.

Maybe she’ll live an insanely chaotic life.

Maybe, like Sofia, she’ll be perfect in person but a nightmare over texts.

This is one of those times where you need to make sure your brain is doing your thinking instead of your heart or your dick.

If your heart does the thinking, you’ll get oneitis and start getting more serious with her. At a minimum, you’ll feel sorry for her and want to help her out.

Either way, her chaos will invade your life. It will cost you energy, time, and most importantly, money. It will fuck everything up, and it will be 100% your fault.

If your dick does the thinking (and I’ve been guilty of this; most of us have), you’re going to start make bullshit internal excuses so you can pound her pussy again.

“Well, maybe if she won’t be a bitch this time.”

“Well, she did say she was working on herself.”

“Well, she’s just an FB, so it’s okay.”

Instead, you need to let your brain do the thinking, which means you’ll follow the correct Alpha Male 2.0 models and soft next her ass and even hard next her if it’s needed. You’ll remember that you’ve got plenty of other cute girls who are much nicer/hotter/better than her so it’s no loss.

This is one of the tests of the true Alpha Male 2.0: do you have the rationality and self-control to soft next or hard next a problematic woman in your life who is ultra-hot, fantastic in bed, and usually nice to you?

About 98% of men can’t do this.

Can you?