Before I start: I'm not claiming to be anywhere close to the most Alpha dude out there. I'm quite eccentric (I was diagnosed with Asperger's at one point though it was never made official), and I'm not super masculine (I have a very high voice). That said, I've chosen to embrace the way I am rather than fight it, and now I wouldn't change a thing. Also, I've been chilling in this Sub for a while, but I'm still not entirely sure what flair to use. So let me know if I need to change it.

Anyhow, I used to be blue pill all the way. I was definitely a Beta orbiter for more than a few girls in high school. It didn't entirely prevent me from getting laid, but I had to deal with a lot of shit. That pretty much continued up into college until my latest relationship. She was a feminist who really exemplified all of the worst traits of that ideology. She constantly told me that she was the best thing that would ever happen to me, and always tried to belittle and emasculate me in public. She told me to my face that she was going to 'train me to do what she wanted.' And I took it for a while. We broke up a few times, but I always caved and came running back to her. Then last summer, she finally broke up with me. We promised to stay friends (bad idea) and for a while we did. It became a true 'Alpha pays, Beta plays' scenario where she was with a few guys while I still gave her rides and helped her with school and all sorts of shit. What was I thinking?

Then after she'd had her fun, she asked me to get back together, I almost said yes, but my mother of all people was the one who told me that I deserved more respect than I'd ever get from a girl like her. So I said no and my ex flipped a shit. I promptly responded by asking one of her friends on a date, which was successful. I told my ex that I was entirely done with her. A few months later she started hitting me up again and going to the same parties as me, and I would act condescending and aloof towards her. At the end of last semester, she asked me for help the night before a final. I countered with the suggestion that she should come over and have sex with me instead. And she fucking did.

I didn't understand what the fuck had happened at first. But it's all here. I demonstrated I had other options. I stopped putting her on a pedestal. I found my confidence and self-respect. Oh, and we're not back together. I told her 'Hell No' and now she's dating a Beta who is quite literally her bitch, while I revel in the bachelor lifestyle. She contacted me over Facebook not too long ago telling me that she still has feelings for me and she'll never be faithful to her boyfriend until she's over me. She wanted us to meet up (which would have inevitably ended with her in my bed) and I declined. I guess I'm still sort of a softie on the inside. I couldn't do that to her boyfriend, as much as the poor bastard probably deserves it. Also, I just don't need the hassle.

So that's where I'm at. My game is not the greatest in the world, but I'm just really confident about being myself and I don't give a fuck. Life's too short, you know? Looking forward to self-improvement and adopting more of the RedPill lifestyle.

TL;DR - Finally on my RedPill journey, and it's about damn time. I still have a long way to go, but I've never felt better about myself.