It was October of 2013. I had yet to discover the Red Pill but I was quickly realizing fundamental concepts of what would soon be the discovery of my life. I had just turned 20 at the time and was eyeing this girl my friend had introduced me to, which for our purposes we will call “Shay”. Shay was younger than myself, but was obviously interested in me. We went to my friend’s house for drinks and she and I sat together throughout the night. I laughed with my buddies, enjoyed beers and acknowledged her only with an arm around her. I fought with a friend in the parking lot of the apartment complex while she and another female looked on. I, a 250 lbs. 5’9” easily, and drunkenly I should add, boasted about how easily I could whip my friend’s ass. We toed off for a few minutes before my friend conceded. He then took all of us home. I was the last to be taken home but immediately after dropping Shay off I looked to my friend of 4 years and said, “I’m going to have her.” He nodded in acknowledgement and warned “Be careful, I regard her as a sister.” I gave a promise and we moved on. I did not approach or communicate with Shay for an entire month before she sent a message to me through text.

In the month that followed we had sparse banter. Around April 2014 I met up with her. By this time I had been reading and digesting RP for four months. I applied everything I learned in full force. I was stoic, I was a smart ass, and I was what I felt was the ideal Alpha. On our way back to my place after our first get together, I had already snagged a make out session with her but she felt the need to mention that would be the furthest we would go that day. She was mistaken. For the next few months we went at it like rabbits and all was well. I decided one night that I was already exclusively seeing this girl so I offered her a relationship. She responded with an:

“I think I can make that work”.

If giving it up the first time we met wasn't a red flag already, this most certainly should have been.

She called me a couple days ago with the news, she had lost the feeling she had for me before. I wasn't very surprised. By this time it had been nearly a month since we had last had sex and she was going longer and longer without needing my attention. She started the conversation with an "I need to talk to you, it's important" which was a dead giveaway. I called her 20 minutes later and asked her what it was. When she let it all go I left her with a simple “Okay”

There are several key lessons I pulled away from all of this:

First, relationships truly are RP on hard mode. If I had never bothered to start a relationship with her I'd still be having sex with her. Second, AWALT Finally, RP is not about relationships. RP isn't even about women. RP is about knowing who is most important to you, which is you, and realizing what makes you happiest and for me that's learning from every decision I make.

Edit: Format