Hello, TRP.

An introduction first. My name is Victor. My first journey into understanding the opposite sex started back in 2002 as a freshman in high school when I stumbled upon Maniac High's Pick Up guide while doing a Google search on how to pick up girls. It was my first exposure to the online PUA community and I was fascinated. I spent hours reading guides and archives from guys like Mystery, MrSex4uNYC, and others.

I read enough to earn a fucking degree. I then went out to high school with some new found confidence and started applying the 3 second rule. I overcame my approach anxiety and started talking to girls like nothing, but due to religious reasons, my dumbass never sealed the deal with any of that girls I came across. I had some of the hottest girls in my life giving me IOIs and I got a taste of preselection (they called it social proof back then) when I'd overhear some girls making comments to some of their friends during my presentations in class about how hot I was.

But I always felt that something was missing. The PUA community, despite all its ups, rarely addressed the issue of "inner game." So even if I did manage to get with any of these girls, the outcome would be inevitable. My blue pill brainwashing would've driven them away. I had a major life changing event (I can't discuss due to fear of being doxxed) in my junior year that caused me to leave the country and move to my home country of the Dominican Republic. I was devastated. Everything I had known was taken away from me and now I was suddenly immersed in a culture that seemed foreign, yet familiar.

When I started seeing the true nature of women in my country (AWALT), I decided to go MGTOW before the phrase was ever coined. With HB8-9 hookers only costing $1,000 pesos/hour (around $23 dollars), I settled for a life of working on myself and visiting brothels on the side. With English as my first language, I've always had call center jobs to fall back on, while I worked towards building my online business.

Over the years, I developed a personal psychological theory that categorized women. It placed women in one of three categories:

  1. Public Prostitutes: A woman that will sleep with any man (but give no commitment), given that he has the right amount of money. Her price may vary, but all men are welcome.

  2. Private Prostitutes: A woman that will only sleep with one man (may or may not give him commitment), as long as he has the right amount of money. I think of them as public prostitutes with one exclusive customer.

  3. Serious Women: A woman that will sleep with any man and give him commitment for free, as long as she considers him alpha enough.

Due to the economic nature of my country and the poverty level, I've been exposed to womens' hypergamous natures in very obvious ways. In fact, women in my country are proud enough to talk about their hypergamy and don't even hamster it away like American women. Here, a woman will tell you straight up, that she wants a man that will take care of her financially. I'm not saying that they're gold diggers, but they ain't fucking with no broke niggas.

However, AWALT. If you are beta, you can rest assured that she will be looking for that alpha fuck somewhere, no matter how much money you make. Hypergamy has evolved so quickly here that women don't even care anymore if you speak English with an American accent (which used to be an indicator of high SMV). Sure, you might fuck them in an ONS if you meet them at the club, but they will not commit to you if you don't make a certain amount of cash and once they find out, they leave faster than Sonic, Speedy Gonzalez, and the Road Runner combined.

Now I'll tell you guys the story of how I was led to TRP. I've been on reddit for a few years now and I've come across this sub a couple of times, but I'd always read over the topic titles and dismissed you guys as yet another PUA community that decided to use The Matrix as a metaphor for dealing with the opposite sex. How wrong I was.

I decided to buy a smartphone for an HB8 cousin I flirt with from time to time whom I had promised to get a cellphone for on her birthday, but due to financial issues, I could not do so at the time. Now I didn't buy her the phone to win any brownie points to get in her panties. I did so because I always keep my word when I make promises and I felt bad because she's never owned one before (living in 3rd world poverty).

So Christmas comes around, I finally have the money and I get her the phone. I bring her the smartphone, she's all happy, starts going over it and installing apps on it. She hands it back to me so I can change the language setting on it because it came in English and she needed it in Spanish and I do so. I was about to hand it back to her when her mother calls her from the kitchen and so I'm left with the phone and I then take the liberty of opening her Facebook (which she so quickly set up) and discover that she has over 2000 followers. She was a validation whore. She had selfies of herself and several others with an even hotter friend of hers (pics taken from her friend's phone), all dolled up getting likes in the 100s with dumbass little taglines like, "Don't let the envy kill you." I shrug it off and send myself a friend request so she can contact me if she ever needs anything.

When I get home, I accept the friend request, I send her a message asking how she likes the phone and... she blocks me. If you bought someone a house and they didn't invite you to the first party they threw at the place, you'd be pissed. Or imagine you bought someone a car, yours breaks down one day and you ask them for a ride when they're obviously not busy that day and they decline. Yeah, I was fucking seething. How can you block me with the phone I bought you? That's when I realized that she had placed me in the BB category. I was well aware of this dynamic before swallowing the pill.

I then message her from a burner Facebook account (don't ask what I use it for) not associated with my real name and she blocks me from that also. So I'm thinking, what's wrong with this bitch? Does she think I'm going to blow up her Facebook messaging and send her hundreds of messages a day? Does she think I'm going to orbit her ass like all those lame ass dudes liking each and every one of her pictures? Even preTRP, I knew these were beta friendzone behaviors thanks to all the reading I've done on PUA material.

Oh well, in my mind. I next her. I send her a text message telling her, "What did I do for you to block me? It doesn't matter. Don't ever ask me for another favor ever again." Minutes later she sends me a text back (not through Facebook because she STILL has me blocked) saying that she blocked me because she shares that Facebook with a friend of hers and she didn't want any conflicts coming up out of it. I knew that was some hamster ass lie. Later she tries to get me to fall into a "help me" frame by asking me to help her install some additional apps which I ignore.

So that leads me to TRP. I was slightly baffled by her behavior so I search on reddit and I forget what term I used, but someone's topic on TRP came up and I read it. It made sense. And then I read another topic. Then another. I realize I had misjudged you guys. I thought it was just another PUA community, but you guys are THE EVOLUTION OF THE PUA COMMUNITY.

The next day I binge read everything in the sidebar and it all clicked with my previous PUA knowledge. I felt like this is what the PUA community was lacking all these years that I could never quite put my finger on. Despite my annoyance at my cousin's behavior, I never went through the anger phase. To me, I was just laughing as I read. The more I read, the louder I laughed with each new truth brought to light.

PUA tactics: Help you get the girl, but not keep her. You're still beta so you're essentially a Beta Fucks.

TRP tactics: Help you get the girl, and keep her. TRP turns you into an Alpha Fucks, and if your financial situation is on point, into the male unicorn, the Alpha Bucks.

It is so much more complete and has reinforced what I've known deep down, that all women are gold diggers. Whether they're gold diggers for status, fame, money or power, it's what they all desire. Just look at all those gold digger pranks on Youtube. It's the same thing every time. Dude hits on chick. Gets rejected. Dude leaves the scene and through some Machiavellian tactic lets the chick know he has money. Dude appears on the scene again. Chick tries to apologize to dude and get with him. Then dude tells her it was a prank. Hilarity in the comments section ensues.

And I used to believe that if you were alpha enough you could keep any woman, but you guys have introduced me to hypergamy and that is now what I see. Which leads to me to the title of this topic. I've now come up with a theory that encompasses the way woman are attracted to men. Each attribute in this hierarchy trumps the previous attribute, but one attribute trumps all. Here is the theory:

Looks < Status < Fame < Money < Power

When you add Alpha and Beta dynamics, here are the orders and in poker fashion, "the hands" that beat the previous ones. The Betas in this hierarchical model trump all those before, but never the Alpha that follows. The Alphas trump all those before and may fuck the woman of the Betas higher up in the hierarchy, behind that Beta's back or with his consent if he's into getting cucked. An Alpha's ability to fuck the woman of any Beta of a higher attribute gets increasingly difficult the higher up you go in the hierarchy, but she will usually not branch swing to him except in rare cases or if she loses that Beta.

Now this is the hierarchy with alpha and beta dynamics:

Beta Looks < Alpha Looks < Beta Status < Alpha Status < Beta Fame < Alpha Fame < Beta Money < Alpha Money < Power

Beta Looks

As long as a guy looks good or is blessed with good genetics, that is the first thing a woman looks at when determining who to pick in a mate. This is why lifting is important because it is the first thing we can change about ourself. It's rare for an older woman to go for a Beta Looks because his beta behavior will ultimately reveal itself and repel her, but you see it often in junior high girls and in some high school girls (by then the high school girls start going for Alpha Looks and above) when they gossip about that cute boy in PE. The girls at that age are still blue pill themselves so they have no subconscious concept yet of alpha or beta and they enter into relationships with these good looking boys and then they wonder why they cheat on them later on with the more alpha good looking guy.

Alpha Looks

In a group of men that are equally handsome and equal in all other matters, the alpha one will get chosen. He may even be slightly less handsome than the Beta Looks, but he will win almost by default. This is the new kid on the block that the HB9 cheerleader will whisper with her friends about how hot he is (giving him preselection while doing so), but she will still stay with her Beta Status varsity football-playing boyfriend. If her boyfriend is Beta Status (popular, but beta towards her), she will hook up with the Alpha Looks behind his back, but the Alpha Looks runs the risk nowadays of a false rape accusation if she values the status the Beta Status imparts on her and he confronts her with, "why did you hook up with that new guy at that party?" If her boyfriend is an Alpha Status, her hypergamy should be in check, but if she gives in due to alcohol or some other stupid reason, then the Alpha Status will leave her for one of her cheerleader friends.

Beta Status

This is that popular kid who's popular enough to fit in with the "in crowd" social circles and because of his status, he'll land a cute girl and only "get lucky." Once the HB finds out how lame he is in bed and/or generally as person with his BP behavior, she'll put up with him due to the status he imparts her, but she'll secretly yearn for some Alpha dick. He may grow up to be a doctor, lawyer, or some other high status job that some post wall CC riding bitches wish they could settle down with. Since he is beta, he runs the risk of getting cheated on with the fitness instructor, raising some kids that are not his that the mother secretly wishes they take after her so he won't notice, and/or divorce raped. Sometimes the woman he's with will branch swing to an Alpha Looks while still with him if his betaness is unbearable.

Alpha Status

This is as good as it gets for most men, unless you happen to get famous or your side business becomes a 7 figure success. Occupation-wise, there's nothing that may distinguish the Alpha Status from the Beta Status. The Alpha Status is just the Alpha version. Because he is Alpha his woman will stay with him and will keep her own hypergamy in check, but if he slips up and expresses enough betaness at the wrong time, loses his job (and therefore his status), goes on a business trip for far too long and neglects to give the woman he's with some attention, he may lose her. Another thing he must watch out for is limiting his social interactions with men of higher attributes in the hierarchy while the woman he's with is present (notice how I never say "his woman"?), which leads me to the next attribute.

Beta Fame

You can bet that if an Alpha Status takes his girl to a Bruno Mars concert and she gets invited to the VIP area, he runs the risk of losing her to Beta Fame. Now why do I use Bruno Mars as an example? Because some of his music is beta as fuck and I can guarantee the dude is beta himself, despite his fame. You can be famous and still be a beta ass motherfucker. Another example, is Eminem. Now a lot of guys would argue that since he's a rapper and rappers are generally RP with their lyrics, that he's not necessarily a good example of Beta Fame. But how can you justify making several songs complaining about your baby mama? I'm sure he can bed all the groupies he wants, but if he met a chick of similar fame or status, would she stay with him? I doubt it. And if I remember correctly at one point, wasn't it speculated that he entertained the idea of getting back with the cheating ass bitch he made all those songs about?

Alpha Fame

Those NFL stars that engage in wild orgies. Rappers and rock stars (not all of them). Charlie Sheen, Tiger Woods, Jack Nicholson, and the posterboy for "Never Get Married" George Clooney. If your girlfriend says she's going to an autograph signing for any of these dudes and she's an HB9 and above? You better hope he doesn't invite her back to his 5 star hotel room. She's only with you because of his mercy. These guys have a world wide harem of women ready and willing to let themselves get pregnant by them. Not so much Charlie anymore, poor dude, but I'd bet good money a chick would still let him hit if he said he would use a condom. These guys have transcended game. They could go mute and still fuck bitches using crude sign language. Don't ever give the woman you're with VIP tickets to a rap or rock concert. Your turn with her will be over. She wants to go to a concert? Take her to see Taylor Swift or Rihanna.

Beta Money

It doesn't matter how famous you are. If Bill Gates hit on your girl, she'll leave you for him. Orlando Bloom lost a chick to a billionaire and mad bitches would give their left tit for a chance to be with him. Just goes to show that no matter how famous you are, hypergamy just doesn't give a shit. When I think of Beta Money, I imagine a guy like Mark Zuckerberg. How can you have so much money and settle down with an average ass Asian chick? She was probably an HB6 in her best days. He could have done much better than her because we all know that if Facebook shares tanked and it went the way of Myspace and this dude lost it all, she'd be divorce raping his ass so bad, it'd make Edward Norton's rape in American History X a PG movie scene. I wouldn't be surprised if she was getting her Alpha Fucks on the side.

Alpha Money

Donald Trump, Elon Musk, and Steve Jobs come to mind. I don't have to say anything about Donald. You guys have already seen him and there have been several topics on TRP about him as well. The dude is a genius when it comes to handling people in the public eye. He does not let anyone fuck with his frame. Despite getting divorce raped and having to pay $80,000 month in alimony (this bitch has been alpha widowed), Elon Musk left his wife and then married a 22 year old model. He's currently working to shape the the world through the tech industry. Steve Jobs maintained frame against his gold digging baby mama and didn't give her shit except a house and some money, which she proceeded to blow through, probably because she thought she could get more money from him. And when she tried to ask him for more, he told her to fuck off. Seriously, the entitlement of women is as boundless as the universe. Many people also argue that he didn't invent anything, but he was a genius at making other guys invent shit. That's some alpha shit and it's the reason he made more money than Steve Wozniak.

Power

This is the attribute that wins over all. This is the Royal Flush. Power can come from all walks of life. From an NYPD cop with an itchy trigger finger that just got off on a manslaughter case where it was obvious he killed the motherfucker in cold blood, to the head of an underground organized crime mob. From the lowly private, to the 4 star General. From the mayor of a small town, to the head of state of a 1st world nation. Power wins over all. If a cop pulled over Bill Gates, he'd have no choice but to comply. If the mob wanted to put a hit out on the president, they'll succeed (JFK killed by the CIA, a government mob). Putin could enact changes that could undermine the wealth of Russian billionaires, whether through taxation or maybe even force. And if society collapsed and we had a world like The Walking Dead, but without the zombies, where you'd only have to worry about bandits and raiders, power is what matters. Your looks won't matter any more. Your status won't mean shit unless you're the leader of a group. Fame is irrelevant and money even less. Power is all that matters. The power that will allow you to survive and lead those around you.

Now let's pretend zombies did exist and the world went to shit. Would you rather be a tough ass dude that can handle his own, doesn't need anybody, and is a leader of men? Or would you rather be the scientist that discovered a cure for the zombie bite? Now because of you, people can get bitten by zombies and not turn, but they're still shit out of luck if they're already a zombie. Now the world has a chance at rebuilding civilization. And you're the only scientist that knows how to synthesize this cure. You can bet your ass that you'd be powerful. You can take the cure yourself, become a bad ass zombie killing machine and take risks that the tough ass dude in the first scenario could not imagine. You can lord it over others as long as you have the cure and no one would oppose you. People would even rise up to protect you if you're the only person that knows how to synthesize it.

Even outside of an imaginary zombie scenario, if the shit hits the fan and the world economy collapses, power is the only thing that will get you laid. Do you have weapons to protect yourself? Enough ammunition? Do you think you can barter for it? Do you have knowledge you can apply to get it? Any skill? That is power. And women attach themselves to power like koala bears to trees.

Knowledge is power. Power leads to pussy.