Allow me to preface this by saying I am telling this story to support The Red Pill and so that others may avoid making the same mistake I did. It is long but worth the read so bare with me. I am using a throwaway to prevent doxxing, considering the feminazis and others.

For years I had been a strong believer in TRP and enjoyed much success with women. My approach never changed nor faltered through college until slightly over a year ago, the spring semester before my senior year. I attended a typical college party with some buddies complete with alcohol, drugs, loud music, and a plethora of women, the majority of whom simply screamed they enjoyed taking advantage of every day beta blue pill men. The approach my friends and I generally take with these kinds of large parties where you only know a few people is to start off the night where large groups of people, most importantly women, generally gather, the beer pong tables. This may seem rudimentary, even childish, but it has proven effective in this kind of situation in that it allows us the means in which to gain the most attention in the fastest and easiest way possible.

The general consensus among TRP community is that women are innately attracted to confident men who command attention with their demeanor and body language. Being attractive helps of course and only makes it that much easier. The women you find at these parties are honestly too easy. Most are drunk or pretending to be, giving them an excuse to (further) ignore the provider type and hook up with an alpha. I'm sure many of you know, but to put it into perspective for those who have not attended these kinds of parties in some time, even a true honest to god beta can make a feeble half ass attempt at being alpha and manage to get laid. Of course they'll ultimately fuck it up by being clingly and trying to be a nice guy but hey, they got laid. I digress. The beer pong table allows everyone to get a look at you, make your presence known, and see the alpha you are.

We entered the party, grabbed some beers, quickly got introduced to a couple of people and promptly made our way to the tables. My buddy, another red pill advocate, and I quickly found a game. We did our usual routine through about three games, drawing a large crowd in the process, and found some targets which we initiated banter with. Our general rule is not to spend more time playing than necessary and that time had come. We approached the women we had been talking to during our game, a couple of hard 9's, and they responded well to our advances. This is where I made my mistake. I got up to grab another beer from the fridge and was stopped by someone on my way back. I should have never stopped.

I was heading back to my friend and the girls and was checking out everyone around me as I walked. My eyes landed on a cute girl, a solid 8 I would say, and I noticed she was looking at me. She waved and called me over. I wasn't sure why I was being called over but this girl looked familiar and I was curious. Approaching her, I took in everyone else on the couch and realized I had been introduced to her when I arrived and of course had not bothered to remember her name.

As I sat down and got a good look at her, I noticed she really stood out in the most discreet way possible if that makes sense. Walking past her you probably would not notice it. Everything about this girl, who we will call Kelly, was just about the complete opposite of all the other women there. Her demeanor was calm and body language was reserved. She was not drinking any alcohol nor was she dressed scantily. This anomaly only made me more curious. What really got me though were the first words she said to me, "You look like an asshole."

I should have known right there to walk away. According to Kelly, from the moment I walked in and was introduced to her she thought I was an asshole and she wanted to make me her friend.

In retrospect, had I maintained my red pill mentality, I probably wouldn't be telling you all this today. The fact that she approached me, whom she deemed an asshole, says she is like every other woman and is attracted to us red pill men. It may have been difficult, but I'm confident I could have hooked up with her. Of course, this is all after the fact so it is only speculation.

I had never encountered a woman so bold as to tell me this right off the bat and with such seriousness. I'm not going to lie, I loved it and I wanted this woman to be mine. I met Kelly around midnight and was beside her until the party ended around 3. I got her number and sent her a text so she would have my number. Not 5 minutes later, she started a conversation with me. She was smart, witty, and beautiful in her own right. By the end of the night, I was in love. This girl had me by the balls.

We made plans to hang out a couple of days later and on the day we were to meet, she cancelled on me. My rule is to stop talking to a woman if she cancels on me the first time we plan to hang out and I stuck to it. A couple of days later, her relationship status is changed and she has a boyfriend. I laugh it off and think to myself "Wow, I probably dodged a bullet with that one considering how I was feeling." About a week later, I notice she changed her relationship status to single and strongly considered texting but her but didn't. I was going to stick to my rule. This was mid April.

Fast forward 2 months and rather large and a large sporting event is set to start the next day. I'm scrolling through twitter and notice a tweet by her about the game. This is my favorite sport, I absolutely fucking love it and the match up was a dream. I think to myself, "What the hell," and send her a text about it. Her next reply was an invitation to watch the game with her at a bar.

To not bore you all, and considering how long this story already is, I will just say that during the next year I became more and more enslaved to this girl but this past weekend opened my eyes to everything. The girl didn't care about me. I had become the beta I always ridiculed and refused to see it. My friends had all told me and I did not listen despite all the obvious signs. I am ashamed to admit it but I had been friendzoned to the extreme. I had become that guy she hangs out with and allows to pay but never gets anything from her, the guy she keeps around for validation of her own self worth. I reasoned with myself that she was a nice girl, a virgin no less who does not talk to other guys, and that is why I never got anywhere sexually with her.

I had asked her about 3 weeks ago to be my date to an important event and she said yes. I thought I might finally make progress with her because I had been starting to get fed up with it all. A couple days before the wedding, she basically forces it on me that her friend is going to accompany us and to find a date for her. Rude, but fine. Well, to sum it up she went and left at 10, no advance notice either, with her friend to go to a house party.

The amount of anger and annoyance I felt at this point cannot be put into words. I realized she saw me as her bitch and this act was a direct slap my face. But oh no gentleman, I was not going to let her think that any longer. I kept my cool, not wanting to make myself look like even more of a bitch by whining and throwing a fit, and asked to speak with her privately before she left. Calmly, yet sternly, I told her that her behavior was extremely rude and would not be tolerated whatsoever. The look on her face was priceless. I doubt she expected me to ever say anything.

The kicker here is she later sent me a text, trying to regain control, getting mad at me for being upset with her. I literally chuckled at this point. My reply only further shut her down. She responded in a way that really showed she was grasping for straws and I ended the conversation there, replying "Okay Kelly." I had said what needed to be said and most importantly was glad it was over.

I like to think I regained my red pill mentality, although it will definitely take work to get back to how I was. I learned a great deal this past year and will never allow this to happen again. I had lost who I was, losing peoples' respect and my own confidence along the way. The Red Pill helped me in the past and it will help me once again to rebuild. Men, stay true to yourself and continue to take the Red Pill daily or start taking it now if you haven't.