Ego. Ego is the reason why I couldn't detect a girl with BPD. Here's a true story from almost 10 years ago...
I used to work with a smoking hot bipolar co-worker. By hot, I don't mean processed pornstar hot, I mean native american looks mixed with proper European ancestry, and a dash of West Indies symmetrical beauty hot. B***h was f'ing everyone at work, until one day she walked into my office.
At the time, I was a new member at SoSuave.net, and so I was somewhat well-armed and prepared for whatever BS she had in store for me. Yeah, I wanted to F her too, but I wanted to be "different." What I wasn't expecting was her caliber of weaponry. Her repertoire was USSR. She essentially started her assault by making a passing remark about my legendary drinking habits.
Yes, at the time, I was a heavy drinker. Could drink anyone under the table. Guess word got around to her, because she was a drinker too - most BDP chics are. When she brought this up to me, I felt my pride swell. In retrospect, that's when she had me.
To keep this story short, she inflated my ego at every opportunity. From commenting on my muscles (which weren't that impressive) to telling me that I had a big d*** (which I most certainly don't) -- she played that card masterfully, during sex she'd instruct me to "be careful" because she wasn't used to someone my size. My dumba$$ strutted around work feeling like Conan the Barbarian. Yeah, look at me, fellas, I have a centaur d***.
She mind-f***ed me to no end, sometimes deliberately walking past my office doorway on her way out with another co-worker, or exchanging inside jokes with another co-worker in my presence to make me jealous -- and it worked. I was so AFC in those days, hence the screen name.
She'd reestablish contact with me by calling my phone from her office, saying she doesn't know why I stopped hanging out with her. Like it was my fault in the first place (again, ego games. She wanted me to believe that I cut her off, that I had the power -- I fell for it). So I took her to a nearby bar, and my frustrated self demanded to know if she slept with so and so. She read me like a book. She apologetically confessed that she did, but that she regretted F***ing him because he was so "small" and had no muscles. Then she grabs my d*** right there, and I asked her why she did that. She said she wanted to know what a real man's tool felt like again. And I f'd her that night.
Long story short, she had me wrapped around her finger. It affected my work and social life for the next 6 months. Even had increased my drinking because of her, to the point where I was regularly vomiting the next morning in my office trash bin.
I love that woman now because she played a huge role in showing me an invaluable life lesson. She wasn't my enemy, my ego was the enemy, and she knew how to manipulate it against me.
Her nonsense wouldn't work on me today. I learned, through her, to keep my pride and ego in check.
I can detect these b***ches now a mile away. Any time a b***** I barely know tries to make me feel like I'm super man without knowing anything about me, I bail out.