I've been reading about and applying the red pill in my life for about a year now. I've done my homework, been lifting on the regular, and had loads of experiences I would have never before dreamed of. I thought I was immune to the old pitfalls. Yet here I am, a year later, and somehow I was ambushed by the worst oneitis I've ever had.

I know what you're probably thinking: that I think she's perfect, and a snowflake, and so compatible with me, and she's different, and I'll never find another like her. Truth be told, I don't believe any of those things. She's a little annoying, pretty flaky, and likely riding freightloads of strange cock behind my back. But here's why I'm having a tough time getting over her with the usual antidote of spinning plates: she is literally the most attractive women I have ever seen in my entire life in picture or in person. I wish I were exaggerating when I say, to me, she is probably around a HB17, maintaining the scale that HB10 is the next most attractive person in existence. Furthermore, she seems to have genuine affection for me, cooking and baking for me out of the blue and generally mainting interest even when I try to let her fade away from my focus. She's also fellow med student who will likely be making as much bank as I will in the long run.

The crux of my issue is, from a purely pragmatic standpoint, that I don't think I'm being excessively beta when I say that chances are that I'll never again come across a catch like her. Am I slipping back into bp territory here? I thought I had things figured out, and now I need help.