Before I continue the two examples of how TRP has directly applied to my life, I'd like to preface that in my first story with a few facts.

Every example of NiceGuy/Beta Bux, that was me. Every example of showing a girl with affection until she loved you, that was me too. Every example of the closer you try to bring a girl in, the further she goes away, directly applied to my life. That dipshit who expected "the one" and romantic shit like How I Met Your Mother happening? You fucking guessed it, that was me too.

Now then, story time. I had been dating a girl for about a year and a half, from my junior year of high school to the summer we graduated. We drifted apart, we mutually broke up, we move on with our lives. After about a year, we get back together since we believed that each other was "the one". This lasts for about 2 months, before she breaks up with me. Que the next year of the most beta misery I've ever been through, taking place from about August last year, to maybe the middle of this April. During this year, she's walked in and out of my life. Fucking me, making empty promises of some future relationship again, and then going out with her friends. Of course, like the common beta, I text her every morning when I wake up, because that's what women want, right? Right. And when she didnt reply all day, I'd check each of her social media pages for new posts, and then send her two or three more texts. You know, just in case. "Who the fuck is this guy you're hanging with?", "Why don't you wanna talk?". You get the idea. Keep in mind, this went on for almost a year. I'm sure any beta bux, fucking cuckold story ever told applies to my case by now. After countless times of this poison coming in and out of my life, making me wish I was dead every other day, I decided that this previous time was the last time. Enter TRP. To be honest, I don't even know how the fuck I found this place. I've never had anyone tell me about it, and I definitely don't remember Googling "How to take my life back from a toxic cunt". I found this sub, realized that every beta story applies to me, learned about shittests, game, you fucking name it. I've only been here for maybe 2 weeks, but I've learned so much about the fucking world already, and I know there's so much more to learn.

Now then, without further delay, here are the two stories of how TRP changed my life. The first being extremely satisfying to me.

Story 1

The same toxic woman from the prefacing story, after the last time she's walked out, I realized that if she wants to be treated like a plate, then I'll give her exactly that. I stopped responding to her texts, I stopped texting her every day, and I stopped begging her to hang out with me. I stopped asking what she's doing, and when she asks "does that make you mad?", I'd just shrug and move on with my life. Eventually, the tables turned. She started texting me when she woke up, and if I didn't respond, she'd text again, and again. If I was out, she'd send me so many that it became funny. Meanwhile, I'm just focusing on making my life better for the sake of getting on with my life. Eventually she says "I'm done trying with you" or something like that, and all I said was "Kbye". Within about 3 days, she comes over, we fuck three times in a row. It's literally the exact opposite of the year before, and it feels like a breath of fresh air. I have zero intention of making her a LTR again, but until I next her, her pussy is pretty good.

Story 2

Not nearly as long, but it is an interesting example of how women respond to anything that isn't flattery. I'm just fucking around on Facebook, when I see a pretty good looking girl post a mirror selfie. Her body is pretty nice, so I decide "fuck it" and message her.

"You're cute as hell, but your phone case..."

"Thank you and shut up lol"

"I'm just saying you should have a case that isn't ugly either. we'll go buy one tomorrow"

"Who, you and me?"

"If you go alone, you'll probably pick out a horrible one again."

"Where are we going?"

I couldn't fucking believe it. I didn't even ask her if she WANTED to go or if she had anything else to do, and it got me way fucking further than any other message I've ever sent to anyone. At this point, I'm not really trying to get really trying to get laid, more like experimenting what I've learned. But holy fucking shit, thank you Red Pill.