About two months ago I started really internalizing TRP and getting over the women-hate stage most of us pass through in the process, and I was alone with a sad and submissive white knight friend of mine. He began talking about some girl with whom he had gone on two dates (to see narry a single kiss, even) who had suddenly cut off contact with him. He said he had been texting her every day for the past two weeks, talking with, etc. Long story short, I began explaining to him that by being so available (he physically stayed up to about 1 AM just to text her after work) he had lost her interest by not making a move. At first, he was receptive to what I had to say, and I felt for a moment that maybe, just maybe, I could bring someone out of the matrix.

And then the betapocalypse that was two weeks ago happened, and I gave up on his ass.

See, this girl, after a month and a half, decided to grace blue-boy with acknowledgement of his existence, through a few texts and a smile or some shit. So he decides to do a Grand Romantic Gesture™, the details of which I won't torture you guys with. Message me if you're THAT curious, but for now let's just say I have a strong stomach and it literally almost made me puke. The worst part is that he "heard from her friends" that she wouldn't go out with him unless he did something like this. I tried to stop him to the best of my ability, but he went through with the endeavor. I had hoped it would have gone South and I'd be able to use this to bring him back, but he's locked into this bitch's game now, and all he's gotten is some minor hand-holding. I was dumbstruck; every relationship this guy has been in has ended with the chick leaving his sorry ass over text before he even gets a look of desire.

TL;DR Lesson learned, gentlemen; the blue pillers cannot be saved by our hands, only by their own volition can they regrow their balls and become a man.