You can have the best year of your life: RP took me from a 24y/o virgin to fucking 12 girls within a year

INTRODUCTION Happy New Year January 1 is a day many of us start writing goals and New Year’s Resolutions. And I thank the Red Pill, for saving me, and giving me the best year of my life so far in 2016.

You have no excuses, because someone who was Betamax/Emperor of Beta-stan/Chodeking, achieved the RP transformation within a year.

BODY The Emperor of Beta-stan Picture this: skinny-fat, balding, 5’5” (literally kid’s clothes sizes), talked very fast and manic, a generally-annoying guy, poor eye contact, fidgety, couldn’t stay on one topic, South Asian (purely on looks I’m a 5/10 - 5.5/10 - the rednecks where I live usually said I looked like Aziz Ansari or Raj from Big Bang Theory), terrible at sports, geeky (I read physics and astronomy books for fun).

Thankfully I didn’t have an accent or act fresh-off-the-boat, but on a superficial level, I had a lot of things going against me.

Oh but that’s only the superficial stuff: add to that the garbage NiceGuy behaviours of grovelling and supplicating to women, and you have a 24 y/o chode who never got a number until he was 19, went on his first date at 19, never kissed a girl until 22, and couldn’t even get a prom date in 12th grade.

And on January 1 2016, I made it a commitment to fix this side of my life up. If I never went after the women I wanted in my life, I would be condemned to settling with the women that approached me. But more so than women, if I never went after the life I wanted, I would be condemned to settling for the shitty life that was handed to me. Fuck that. I had a problem; and I needed to fix it.

Process Lift: Gym was my temple. I became the heaviest I ever was, and was able to lift twice my weight. Sidebar: I treated it like studying. I took notes, I revised. I took it as seriously as the subjects I took in college. I discussed my lessons with my best friends (who thankfully are RP as fuck, and introduced me to the material) Approaching: day-game and club game mainly, with some mild social circle game. Didn’t waste my time feeding validation whores with online dating. Other Superficial: Cut my hair short and grew a short beard (now I get mistaken for being Black or mixed-Latino). Got better fitting clothes. Cologne.

By January 7 I lost my virginity to a night club ONS. And the lay count just kept getting better. By November I had fucked more girls in that month than from the first half of the year. One week there were 2 lays. I fucked on beaches, riverbanks and in my office. 18-year olds to 33 year-olds. Multiple nationalities. A plate. Girls crying when I told them I couldn’t keep seeing them again.

LESSONS LEARNED 1. You can get everything you want if you go out and get it. Don’t think that this doesn’t apply to sex and relationships. The BP socially-conditioned world loves to frown upon those that think sex and relationships aren’t achievable goals, but that because they want to believe the fantasy and warm-feeling of it being “magical” and “destiny”. No, love, sex and relationships are nothing special. They, like careers, fitness, intelligence, foreign languages and dexterity are skills that can be studied and improved upon.

Find out what you want in this sphere (a ONS, a bachelor harem life, finding the mother of your children). Find out how you can achieve this (RSD, The Sidebar, improving your SMV, LTR game) Get it.

2. Actions are everything. You will get nothing in this world - whether it be a job, a girlfriend, or the ketchup bottle in the fridge - if you don’t act on it. Blue-pilled beta me thought there was a divine destiny or karma, where I would be rewarded if I “did good” and worked hard at my job, treated people well and followed ethical conduct. Then “magically” I would be rewarded by a good job, or be put in the path of a girl I wanted.

If anything, I had the worst ethics during 2016. At times I slept at work. Numerous women hated my very existence. But I still got what I wanted, because I acted. Act “good” and “morally” if you choose to do so, but not because of some fantasy of being divinely rewarded for it in the future.

The RP world is amoral.

3. Do. On a similar theme to (2), one of the key reasons I succeeded in 2016 was because I stopped thinking and did instead. A lot of betas are way too in their heads, and overthink things. Then when a chance for change comes, they think just changing their thinking is enough. They think that merely affirming RP concepts, and saying to themselves that they are alpha, and confident and secure with themselves is enough. And this happens because by actually doing, you face the possibility of failure. Overthinking is at its core, a fear of failure.

The truth is that no one cares about your thoughts.

Motivation is for chumps: it’s the socially-conditioned BP world’s way of getting you to consume and delay doing.

Affirmations are platitudes. Discipline is king.

Instead of repeating to yourself that you’re secure and confident, and instead of wasting your time reading other people’s stories of success, so you can feel as if you’re worthy, I have a better idea. -Do something that makes you feel confident -Do something that makes you feel worthy -Do something that proves you are secure in yourself

4. Frame. Have you own reality to the point of it being borderline delusional. No one else cares about your thoughts, so why not make your world fucking incredible and work just the way you want it to. Likewise, you shouldn’t give a fuck about other people’s reality, because not only is it meaningless, but your’s is better anyway.

Once you start doing this, you stop caring if a girl doesn’t text you back (truly, it is she who is missing out), you walk away from a girl that wants to string you along as an orbiter (because in your reality, you never need to justify to anyone why you’re alpha), and you are no longer afraid to escalate.

And any challenge to your reality is a shit test.

(And if you don’t have a strong frame yet, fake it till you make it. I combined the personas of James Bond, Don Draper and Patrick Bateman until I developed my own).

Sarcolupus