Story time + a field report. The purpose of this post is to highlight how redpill principles transform you and the way you see the world. It's long, but I feel there are BP/RP examples aplenty if you care to read. Learn from my mistakes and successes, as I believe the greatest aspect of TRP is that it is a place where men can share wisdom without worrying about BP society judging them.

I was doomed to betadom in my youth, never had a chance. My mother is a drug addict/alcoholic that I stopped talking to at age 10, my dad is a beta dentist that has only ever had success with women by being a provider. My older sister died when I was 13, leaving just me and my dad alone growing up in suburbia. Basically no positive female or male influences in my youth.

As essentially an only child since 13, I had to figure things out myself. I was a late bloomer, my friends were getting blowjobs in the bathrooms in middle school and I still thought girls were "gross". In highschool, once I got interested in women, I tried the supplicating approach as "be a nice guy" seemed like the logical way to make female friends and initiate romantic relationships - right? Never even got as close to kissing a girl in high school, just copped a feel on my friends slutty sister who was giving all her brother's friends a go at her newly sprouted assets, something I didn't understand because she had a boyfriend at the time. One thing I always asked myself throughout this time: Why do all the attractive girls radiate towards the biggest assholes? This isn't like the movies, there is some sort of cognitive dissonance going on here.

College I matured (late bloomer). Grew a decent amount, exercised more, regulated my diet, learned guitar, did well in hard science classes. There was a girl I met in a study session for chemistry who was a "hard 10", slightly older transfer student at 23, but in her prime and full of life. Blonde, Double D's, Thin waist, perfect ass, dimples when she smiles - the whole package. Soon we studied together exclusively, I was a natural at sciences and she struggled. During this time I thought she is waaaaay out of my league, I "stayed in my own lane" as a recent post by a TRPers GF calls it.

It was strictly platonic in my mind as I presumed it was for her. Because of this, my demeanor was not supplicating, I was hard on her. If she did bad on tests, I got on her ass about it. We studied 2-3x a week and were chemistry lab partners - usually at her apartment, we'd sprawl all the worksheets and textbooks on her bed and sit there as I commanded the study sessions. Let me reiterate - I had nooooooo inkling of interest in this girl because I just thought she was so beyond me and if I could just keep her as a pretty face to make studying more fun - pursuing anything would just end in self-esteem damage.

One day I was sick and had to cancel a study session, so I texted her. She called me, which was rare, and insisted she rush over with some soup and niquill. She tended to me and eventually I passed out and she left. "Wow what a sweet girl, she must do that to all her friends" I naively thought.

After a year of chemistry with her (no pun intended), I decided to transfer schools. A big reason for this was an old crush had told me on facebook she wished I lived closer to her so we could hang out. I transferred schools and we ended up dating - my first kiss, virginity, LTR - got it all out of the way with her. She was a "soft 6", nice tits but all into shitty goth music and wore stupid make up, plus I would bet a months salary she'd get diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder 10 times outta 10 if she went to a psychiatrist.

When I was telling all my friends in college I was transferring, nobody really gave a shit. They were happy for me but nobody really seemed like they'd miss me. All except the HB10 from chemistry, she was devastated. She cried. She begged me to stay. I counseled her and told her she'll do great in Organic Chemistry (the next set of courses after Gen. Chem). She wrote her email address, home address and phone number on a piece of paper and stuck it in my wallet, insisting I hold on to it.

About a month after I transferred and started dating the girl from my past (the goth one), I wake up and there are 3 voice-mails on my phone (actually it was 1 long one that had to be broken down into 3 separate voice-mails). It was the 10 I studied chem with. She got plastered, alone in her apartment, and drunk dialed me.

"Why didn't you ever make a move, themormon4? I thought you were so hot, you're super smart and you just handle yourself so calmly. You never worried when tests were coming up and you always got A's without even trying that hard. I wanted to fuck your brains out" This was the jist of the message, extrapolate it over 10 minutes of drunken voice-mail and you get the idea.

And now, I was on the other side of the state as her dating a 6 who would later dump me for a flabby goth looser. I can point to a lot of mistakes that have taught me valuable lessons in life, but this one is the grand-daddy of them all. It took me years to get over it, but I'm at peace with it now.

Flash forward a few years. I have a successful career as a scientist. I'm a ripe 6'5'' tall, developed style, intelligent conversationalist, work out and train BJJ, mastered guitar and singing, developed firm boundaries with people - overall a very assertive, well developed man considering my background. Dated a girl for a while (a super cute fillipina girl, 8/10) who ended up moving for a new career so we split. Right before we split she asked me if I'd ever heard of this subreddit called "Redpill"? She said I seemed like a natural "alpha", though I still had much to learn.

She splits and it just me. I live in my own apartment in a fairly large city. I become infatuated with TRP - I'm a geneticist so the evolutionary psychology aspect of it instantly clicked with me. I see humanity as a bunch of hairless apes that, save for the disciplined few who have mastered their own psychology, are ruled by their instincts and emotions.

I go into monk mode for 3 months.

No drinking, no going out, no women. I spend my time kicking ass at work and getting promoted, writing music, lifting and refining my diet to get to my lowest % body fat Ive ever been. I start listening to audio books in traffic or in the lab - everybody needs to read "the 48 laws of power" if you have not yet.

I am transformed, awakened with new knowledge and want to test it out. I get on tinder, make the most ambiguous account with only 3 pictures (I will disclose I've read height helps a lot with tinder, my profile just says that I'm 6'5'' and put hotsauce on everything). I slay some 6s-8s on 1st dates pretty easily, always split the check.

A 19 year old college student responds to one of my cheesy pick up lines and I set up a date for a cafe right near my apartment (its hard to execute a 1st date lay if your date isn't even legal drinking age, but I like a challenge). Funnily enough, I'm skyping with my buddies while getting ready for the date and tell them the story of the 10 from chemistry who I blew it with big time. The story has a sad ending, as I later learned she ended up drinking herself to death in Vegas one night. The ship has sailed, not even a chance for a later in life reunion/hook up, she's long gone :(

With that story on my mind I head out to meet the 19 year old. She gets out of her car and I'm stunned. She's a hard 10. Tall (5'10"), freckles, green eyes, dark hair, perfect skin, her tits were something you could write poetry about (I'd later learn she wasn't even wearing a bra, she just had perfect round D's that had a youthful perkiness and didn't need any support). I've got my work cut out for me.

We're hanging out in the cafe, she is also studying science. I challenge her intellect, make her think she might not be smart enough for science - she's trying to validate herself to me now. She's into film - Kubrick is her favorite director. I could go on an on about Kubrick's genius, he's by far one of my top 5 directors and I'm a film nerd at heart.

"Kubrick's a bit overrated" is all I mutter

"What!?!"

"His stuff is dated, and has a psuedointellectual vibe to it"

She nearly shit, now she's defending Kubrick, her taste in films, her knowledge of other film-makers.

Next is music, another of my specialties. She names off half my favorite bands and I continue to discredit them as amateurs.

"What are you going to be for Halloween?" she asks me

"A voodoo priest".

"That's cultural appropriation, you can't do that!" <----- HUGE SJW red flag

"I don't give a shit, I'll dress however I want. If some Haitian priest in Louisiana gets offended, he can come talk to me about it."

At this point, I'm totally willing to cut my loses.

"Lets head to my place and see whats on Netflix, I'll show you some good movies"

"Wait you live right around here? This is just a scheme to get me to your place isn't it?"

"You coming or not?" and I start walking

She follows

We get half-way through a movie and we're all over each-other. She whips out those wondrous tits mentioned and then its on. I take her to brown town (a first for me), I come all over her tities and then make her suck my dick that had just been in her ass. I spank the shit out of her. I dominate her. We take a shower and go at it again. I'll be honest, the thought "Holy shit, this Redpill shit works" popped in my head numerous times while I was ramming this chicks asshole.

Then we sit on my couch and dry off in towels. She says some feminist, SJW bullshit.

I proceed to destroy her intellectually. I explain how divorce law, domestic violence laws, insurance law etc. highly favor women at the expense of men. I explain how blacks commit 76% of violent crime and are 13% of the population, and that's why cops are more likely to pull them over. I explain how Islam is a vicious, misogynistic religion hell-bent on world domination, and the ISIS clowns are simply interpreting the quran literally.

She throws the typical SJW tumblr responses at me and I deflect them effortlessly. At this point she starts crying. She says she needs to reevaluate her beliefs, and I recommend some reading. We bang again, this time even more passionate.

This next part is the most important, and what I feel demonstrates true understanding of TRP principles

"We should move your car from the cafe if you're gona stay the night"

We start walking to the cafe and she's going the wrong way.

"It's this way"

"I know where I'm going asshole"

"Alright, later"

I turn and head back to my apartment, get in my bed and pass out. Next morning, 3 long voice-mails strung together cursing me and calling me an asshole for leaving her lost in the middle of my neighborhood and that her asshole is bruised from me being too rough. I deleted her number.

I didn't yield one inch with her. She kept texting me the next day but I don't care. I'm a new man, its a sad, cold world and the most I will ever expect from a woman is hot sex and maybe keeping my bed warm in the colder months.

It's sad. It truly is. The old me wishes so bad that I could just be real with her. That I could walk around in public with this 19 yo HB10 on my arm. That I could be open with my feelings and inner thoughts with her, that I could expose myself to her, lower my guard. I wish we could make romantic love together and talk about science, our favorite movies and music, work out together, dare I say love each other. I really do wish that were possible

But its not. If I wasn't a firm dickhead with her, I would have never gotten in her pants. I got what I wanted with utter devotion to myself over all else (monk mode), a cheesy pick up line, demeaning attitude and minimalist conversation. And if I yielded and let her boss me around it'd be over even quicker - what does it say about women if the best sex we had was after I attacked her beliefs to the point of tears? Why cant she be the unicorn I sought during my youth? TRP mastery is understanding that society has conditioned you to have unrealistic expectations of who women are. They aren't your friends, they aren't anybody that you as a man want close in your life. They will ditch you the moment you aren't optimal, they have no loyalty. They only have one thing that you really need, and I tip my hat to MGTOW who don't even need women for that.

So I just turned and walked away, left her in the dark alone, the anathema of the White Knight.

TL;DR Went in monk mode. Met dream girl. Insulted her tastes and demeaned her intellectually. Had best sex of my life. Ditched her that night.