EDIT: This shit is long as fuck so I figured Id move the Tl;dr

I bring a plate in progress to a party hosted by a couple that are friends with a friend of mine. The dude in the couple makes advances toward the plate in progress and attempts to cover it up as trying to wingman for me so that his GF a I wouldn't suspect anything. Plate ends up accusing the guy of rape. The BF gaslights the fuck out of his GF and they get back together after he convinces her that the plate is lying about the whole thing. GF hamsters like crazy. Plate was very likely was lying to me about what happened to protect her image and convince herself she isnt a slut. The rape accusation could have been regret rape. Plate then goes on to settle down with BB full blown orbiter after all the drama settles and shes done fucking around on the CC (for now) Red pill truths everywhere. Interested in what analysis TRP community has to offer.


Hey TRP. Long time lurker, recent reddit account-maker and subsequent subscriber, and first time poster here. I'm no newcomer to the red pill mentality and philosophy though. Before coming here I was very well read on PUA literature, and though this community is different in a number of important and significant ways, I didn't have trouble diving right into the sidebar here. My experience here has truly served to sharpen focus on what behavioral changes are key to personal development, and it has sophisticated my understanding of sexual strategy in a way that I could never have achieved with only PUA material. That's what has kept me coming back after all.

I've been thinking for awhile about how I might contribute to the community discourse, and it occurred to me that a recent set of events that I experienced had some poignant examples of behavior that exemplify some red pill truths. I'll be providing my own insights into the behavior as I tell the story, as I feel like reflecting on this chain of events through a red pill lens would be a good exercise for me, but I'm certainly interested in what other thoughts this community has. I hope that this can stimulate a productive discourse.

So let's start from the top down. This whole mess began with my beta as fuck ex-best friend. We're no longer friends thanks in part to what I'm about to tell you all about, but ultimately it isn't that relevant to the red pill focused discussion. This friend of mine, we'll call him John, as a result of his being exceptionally beta, has some less than inspirational friends. He can't handle conflict, and basically goes out of his way to supplicate anyone and everyone and do whatever it takes for them to “like” him and be his friend. He just wants everyone to be friends and to be happy with one another all the time, no matter what. He's the definition of the type of guy who sticks his head in the sand and just denies reality when anything that could potentially create social conflict arises.

So John introduces me to two of his friends, we'll call them Mike and Amanda. Mike I knew previously from high school as we were classmates (never were friends). Amanda was from a nearby town though and I had never met her before. Amanda seemed nice enough, your typical bubbly, ditzy, hippie/druggy chick that has more guy friends than girlfriends. Definitely no better than a 5.5/10. Had no sexual interest in her whatsoever, so it was easy enough to humor her and befriend her. Mike on the other hand, I knew had a bad reputation. He was the definition of a degenerate in high school and that didn't change when he graduated. He's a pill head working at a gas station and living with his parents. He's been arrested on drug charges multiple times and has been accused of rape and sexual assault on multiple occasions by different girls each time, each of whom was unaware of previous accusers. Now I know that no accusation is to be taken at face value alone, this guy didn't have much going for him that was redemptive enough to make me think any of that wasn't true.

John tells me that these two are dating. This initially concerned me a bit, but since I hadn't heard much about whether or not Mike was still the same type of guy as he was in high school, I thought maybe he had cleaned up his act a bit and that Amanda knew what she was doing with this “fixer upper.” Boy was I wrong. Amanda and John were really close friends, and so those three would hang out all the time. This ultimately meant that I would be hanging out with them a lot, as John and I hung out almost every day. What I saw was perhaps the most poignant example of an abusive relationship that I have ever seen. Mike would constantly berate and guilt Amanda for the most trivial things. Didn't buy a new box of cereal for him to eat while he bums in her apartment (yes, HER apartment. Mike still lives with his parents)? He'd throw a tantrum and call her a worthless bitch. She didn't wake him up on time for work when he slept through his own alarm? She's a lazy, ugly, sabotaging slut who just wants to see him fail. She contributes to a casual discussion with a comment Mike doesn't like? She's an idiotic cunt that needs to keep her fucking mouth shut so she doesn't embarrass him. It didn't take me long to realize that not only did Mike have her under his thumb, but he was also a clearly abusive sociopath. This didn't make it all that surprising to me when they broke up for a few weeks, and then Amanda decided to go back to him. Did I mention that during this time, Mike would stalk Amanda at her work, berate her there, harass her with insulting texts and threats, and actively tell her about the other girls he was fucking while they were broken up. Yes, yes she did go back to him after that. No, I couldn't believe it either. Not until I look at the relationship from a red pill lens. While the relationship had clearly devolved into a relationship of true abuse, it also became clear to me the core motivating factors that would allow for such clusterfuck of a relationship to persist. Mike was exceptionally good at making Amanda feel worthless and like she would be alone forever if he wasn't with her. Being the sociopath that he was, he was masterfully able to play to her insecurities and manipulate her into thinking that he was the best partner she could ever get. He would gaslight her all the time, promising that they would move away together (never happened), that he would get a better job (never happened), that he would get off of snorting pills so that he'd be more emotionally stable (never happened), and that he truly loved her (not possible, the dude a full blown sociopath). And of course, like clockwork, she would buy into all of that and hamster away the facts in front of her. He wont quit the drugs? “He's working really hard trying to find a new job and he's just really stressed.” He goes off on a hateful tantrum over nothing? “He doesn't mean what he's saying. He just has a bad temper. He really loves me!” He eats all of her food, trashes her apartment, and acts like he can boss everyone around while he's there just because he's dating the girl who lives there? “He's just looking out for me guys, he doesn't mean to be a jerk!” The lines practically write themselves. I thought I'd never see the hamster wheel spin so fast. Boy was I wrong.

Then comes the fateful night when everything went nuclear. I was working on a new plate, and John, Mike and Amanda were having a party at Amandas place. I decided to invite my plate in progress (we hadn't fucked at this point yet) to the party and go for the full close. I figured since it was a small party close to my place, we'd be able to go get drunk for awhile and then retire to my place. They all knew about this plate and they all told me to bring her. John I knew I could trust to not make any moves on her, and I assumed Mike wouldn't because he was in his abusive LTR. Bad assumption on my part.

So we show up to the party and everything starts off pretty well. We're having a great time drinking while I'm escalating with plate the whole time. Then I get a call from my dealer who lets me know that he just got back into town with some dank shit, and that I needed to swing by that night to grab some if I wanted any since he anticipated it all being gone by the next day. I told him I'd swing by quick to pick it up, let everyone know that I'd be bringing some solid grass for us all to smoke when I got back (they all smoke, including the plate), and that I'd be back soon. This guy was about 30 min away so we're talking about an hour round trip. While I'm out picking it up, plate sends me a couple texts asking why I'm taking so long and telling me to come back soon. Everything was going pretty damn well.

When I get back to the party, plate grabs me and pulls me aside into the kitchen. She tells me that while I was gone, Mike was trying to hit on her and had tried to grope her while they were both out of eyesight of Amanda. Obviously I was pissed, but wasn't about to start a scene and ruin the party for everyone. I asked her if she just wanted to get out of here and go back to my place. She said that it wasn't a big deal and that she figured Mike would stop now that I was back. I foolishly agreed, and we stayed for a bit longer. Later on in the night, Mike approached my plate again and asked her if she would come outside with him so they could “talk.” I had been avoiding talking to him pretty much the whole time after my plate explained to me what he had tried, so I figured that he knew that my plate told me what he did and that he wanted to apologize to her for his drunken conduct. Not wanting to get into a confrontation with him, I just let them go outside to talk (huge fucking mistake).

I don't remember exactly how long they were out there, but it definitely seemed longer than what would be necessary to have a short private conversation. This somewhat sketched me out at the time but ultimately I didn't dwell on it and just had a good time at the party with the other guests. Eventually they both came back inside and I went to talk to my plate about what happened. She said that Mike had made her feel extremely uncomfortable when they were talking and that he even tried to grope her again. At that point I said let's get the fuck out of here, so we did. We went back to my place and ended up fucking for a couple hours. Then, around 2 AM, she realizes that she didnt have her phone, and we start looking for it. We couldn't find it anywhere in the house, so we figured that she must have left it at the party. I really didn't want to go back there, but she insisted that she needed her phone. I stupidly caved and took her back to look.

When we get back, the party had mostly died down. Only Mike, Amanda, and this guy Aaron (their neighbor) were still at the apartment, and Amanda was already asleep. Mike very obviously didn't want to interact with me at all, so when we got back he let us in to look but just stayed outside the entire time smoking a cig. We couldn't find the phone so I told her we should go back to my place and check around outside in the snow, (it was February) as she could have dropped it getting out of the car at my place. She said that she wanted to keep checking around Amanda's apartment for it, and asked me if I would go check outside at my place while she continued to look around. Again, I stupidly agreed to do so. I went back to my place and eventually found the phone in the snow like I had guessed after about 20 or so minutes of looking. I then called Mike to tell him to tell my plate I found her phone and that I was coming back to get her. He said ok and quickly hung up. This is where shit goes nuclear.

I get back to the apartment to pick up the plate and as soon as I pull into the driveway, she comes sprinting out of the house and into my car. She gets in and shes hysterical, crying and wailing like a banshee. I tried to calm her down and I repeatedly asked her what had happened. She eventually settles down enough to tell me that while I was gone, Mike had cornered her while she was looking in the bathroom for her phone, pulled out a knife, and threatened to kill her if she didn't fuck him. She told me that she let him do so because she was so terrified. She then said that he told her she could stay the night at the apartment and that he then went to the living room and laid on the couch. She said that she went and laid on the other couch in the room and waited for me to come back. She said she saw my car and immediately ran out of the house to me.

Obviously it was a lot to take all of that in all at once, and I was skeptical at the time, but knew that trying to interrogate her about what had happened was not going to get anywhere. I told her that if what she was saying was true, she needed to go to a hospital and get a rape kit done. I took her, and then I called John to let him know what happened: That Mike had possibly raped the plate and that at the very least, he was blatantly trying to cheat on Amanda. He calls Amanda, and she comes to meet us at the hospital. Plate and I explain everything that happened to Amanda, and she breaks down crying.

I ended up giving a statement to the police about what I knew had transpired and what I was told had transpired. Thankfully plate was upfront about her and I having fucked on the same night (thankfully it was beforehand and I wrapped up), and she told the officer that it was completely consensual. After that, I knew there wasn't anything else I could do, and I went home.

After the incident, a few things happened. First, Amanda went BACK to Mike. Yes, you read that right. Amanda, after hearing Mike's side of the story, concluded that my plate was just a lying whore (which she honestly very well could be) and that she made up all of the shit she accused Mike of doing. Mike and Amanda got back together and literally left the state within a week of my plate filing the report. My plate then basically gave me radio silence. I tried to follow up with her to ask her about whether she was going to press charges, whether the rape kit was successful, etc. I just wanted to do what I could to offer logistical support for putting this guy behind bars (as at this point I was pretty convinced that her story was true). Got nothing it response. It seemed like she basically wanted to forget that I or anyone else at that party even existed.

That's when I really started to wonder what had really happened that night. I began to realize that the whole thing could have very easily been a way for her to spin the night in a way that didn't make her look like a total and complete whore. She could have easily been gaslighting me the whole time by lyig to be about what she did with Mike. Him “trying to grope her” could easily have been her actually hooking up with him while I was gone, and then her just trying to cover it up so she didn't look like a slut. Her solipsism could easily been on overdrive, allowing her to indulge in her aggressive sexual fantasies with Mike (while at the same time eating up all the validation he was giving her), and then turn around and say that he “forced her” and that she “didn't want it” so that she could convince herself that she's not the type of girl to try to secretly fuck the friend of the dude she came to the party with, while retaining her other options on the CC. Suddenly, it wasn't so clear to me what had happened that night. Her story, though compelling when I first heard it, I soon realized was full with holes and perfectly consistent with her trying to secretly whore around as much as possible and get away with it.

To this day, I still don't know exactly what happened. Mike and Amanda left the state as I said, I've done nothing but return the radio silence with the plate since then, and John and I have since had a falling out not entirely unrelated to this whole incident. Thanks to facebook however, I was able to uncover one little fun fact.

It's been almost two years since this incident occurred, and the plate has found her BB. She's now dating a guy who was on FULL orbiter status when I was working on turning her into a plate. She would show me how an orbiter of hers would constantly text her day in and day out, despite her giving him mostly radio silence with token “haha”, “lol” or other minimal forms of acknowledgment every once and a while, usually followed by asking him for favors. It was the most pathetic thing I had ever seen, and the image of her phone is still burned into my mind from when she showed me all of his texts. It was literally line after line of “Hey!”, “How are you? What have you been up to?” “We should hand out soon, are you free?” “Hey call me sometime, we should hang out this weekend!” with absolutely no responses from her for weeks at a time. It was once of the saddest things I'd ever seen. She would laugh with me and tell me how pathetic he was all the time. But of course, the hamster has no limits. I haven't talked to her since the incident, but I'd love to see the wheel spin if I had the chance to ask her why she suddenly decided this guy was no longer a pathetic beta bitch. If I ever run into her again, I'll be sure to ask and give you all an update.

Sorry if this was a bit difficult to follow. Theres a lot going on in here and I figured its best to keep as many relevant details in as possible to you all can better understand my thought processes and perspective on the whole thing. I learned a lot from this incident, and it really helped me understand the power of solipsism and just how far a woman will go to reconcile cognitive dissonance. I hope you all can find something to learn from this as well, and that your own analysis of the behavior featured here helps me to better understand that application of TRP to understanding the behavior of others.