Kelly

In the late 1990s, the Internet dating scene was truly the wild west. As a teenager, you usually had no where to go on a Friday night, and the AOL local dating chatroom would be a lively hotspot with real, decent, and semi-attractive under-21 year old girls who didn't take all that much game to open. Essentially all it took was to a) not seem like a pathetic lunatic, and b) seem smart and funny; then, if you had a good sense of phone game, a mostly dead art, you'd exchange numbers and work your aural magic.

Despite meeting Kelly online before the era of everyone having a picture to exchange, I could tell she was very attractive by how she spoke; she wasn't trying to prove anything by mentioning the volume of men who hit on her, it was just part of her life.

When I met Kelly, she sure was as attractive as I had thought; and, beyond aesthetics, she had a truly intoxicating feminine charm. To this day she is the most attractive girl I've gotten with, an easy HB8 on an objective scale, and since I had no prior experience with a girl that attractive, and relatively limited experience in general, I Blue Pilled like a motherfucker...I had made the error of gaming a girl I could not handle dating, and I crashed and burned hard.

Every so often, through the various Social Networking sites over the years, I'd catch up with Kelly. While she did have boyfriends here and there- guys who would have identified as players before they fell in love with her and were consequently ruined by her- she also admitted to me that she'd fucked "in the hundreds" of men.

Fifteen years later she's edging toward 40, and while she has certainly lost her beauty significantly, her decline is gradual and she's still very pretty for her age. I can only imagine what her partner count is up to, but she has a fatherless baby and is engaged to a Blue Pill motherfucker who is all too happy to cuck-a-doodle-do.

It's worth noting that her Blue Pill jackass isn't bad looking, seems fairly masculine, and certainly has a decent means of making money.

Amanda

Amanda was attractive but not necessarily very pretty; gorgeous red hair, freckles, and cartoonishly large breasts. Men didn't necessarily want to date Amanda, but who's really turning her down for a fuck? I would consider her your very stereotypical HB6- the perfect carousel rider.

An HB6 is made for the carousel.

The carousel thrives when there is a significant gap between what a girl can fuck and what a girl can date, and while I don't think Amanda was getting much action from the top 10% of men, but who knows, I'd definitely wager that any dude toward the bottom-of-the-top 20% would have spent a night fucking her.

Such is the story for an HB6.

Amanda had boyfriends here and there, rode the carousel hard, and is now in her mid-30s. She's managed to find a Blue Pill boyfriend on Plenty of Fish who is decent looking, with a decent job, making decent money. And that's nice. I can tell she's happy by the influx of nauseating memes she posts to social media. And that's nice.

Abigail

I met Abigail from OKCupid and had one date with her. She was cute, surely someone in the HB5 range, and was extremely charming with a lot of feminine energy. I didn't see it "going anywhere," in a time when I had thought things either went somewhere or didn't, so I didn't see her again and she ended up moving to a new city at the end of the year; we've kept up every now and again through text.

By her own admission she was attracted to the "frat guy asshole," and while I don't think she necessarily 'rode the carousel' as far as the kind of random promiscuity of Kelly and Amanda, she certainly pursued relationships with men that would never pay off in a long term manner; in other words, she was very likely a plate when she assumed she was in a relationship.

Toward her mid-thirties she knew she had to adjust her expectations a bit to snag someone for the long term. That's when she met Blue Pill Game Bob. Abigail admitted to me, almost immediately, that she wasn't attracted to Blue Pill Game Bob like she had been to her prior boyfriends; he wasn't as aesthetically pleasing, he wasn't as masculine, he wasn't as confident, and he wasn't as intelligent. While this was kind of lame to her, Blue Pill Game Bob sure kissed her ass, took her out on fancy dates, made lots of promises, and treated her like she was more than a charming HB5.

Then one day, Blue Pill Game Bob all-together vanished. He was Blue Pill gaming her because he didn't have the ability to actually be attractive. I think that's kind of lame, but whatever.

Saddened by this trickery, Abigail lowered her expectations even more... forget the frat guy thing, forget attraction all together, Abigail shifted to provider hunting mode.. and with her charm and social skill, found a pretty damn good provider man. He invented a brand of a product you've most likely heard of, and is a millionaire. He's also a fat, totally unattractive motherfucker.

I was kind of a jerk when I asked Abigail how the sex was, knowing full well how the sex would be, but sex, according to Abigail, was "no longer what she was interested in," because she's, "older now, and more mature," and "understands that theres more to a relationship than sexual attraction."

Lucky everyone.

So, I was willing to write this off as whatever, but then Abigail told me she was on vacation where her sexy frat guy ex lived, and that she had planned to see him because they had "a lot history together." LOL OK.

And when she texted me, manically, in presumed tears, because her ex-boyfriend frat guy ignored her requests to fuck meet her, I realized she was totally full of shit and stopped caring entirely.

BTW FYI, she's engaged to the millionaire fat fuck.

LESSON LEARNED: While it's satisfying to find a good "girl hits the wall after a decade on the carousal and her life falls apart" story, DO NOT DEPEND ON THIS SCENARIO for happiness, satisfaction, or revenge. There are enough Blue Pill men to go around, and even if her looks have declined, if she applies herself she can usually find someone to suit her needs; be it a cuck, or a boyfriend, or a rich husband. Everything we have in Western culture is in place for a woman to be happy, succeed despite her prior choices, and live comfortably; the most you can say is that her difficulties in life stem from a HER AGAINST HERSELF basis if she's gotten too used to the heights of Alpha cock...

GET OVER IT and focus on yourself; while the wall can hit hard, and certainly some girls get fucked over by it, most of the time it turns out okay if she's able to adjust her expectations accordingly, especially if the decline is gradual or she was able to curtail her skills at manipulation and charm.