I’ve been in the RP world for about 8 years, having luckily stumbled onto the Chateau in 2009. I was active on this forum 2 years ago, but only lurking since then. The Red Pill has been a massive positive influence in my life, helping me to build myself and make significant professionally, personally, and in matters of the heart and bedroom.

Even so, some Red Pill lessons, e.g. the unbelievable power of the hypergamous drive of the most beautiful women, needs to be witnessed firsthand over time to be truly appreciated. For that, it’s instructive to get to know really beautiful women over time, deeply and in intimate detail to get to know their full story. I befriended one HB9 and through her, met and dated another, and got a pretty full life history on both of them over the last year. I learned a lot of details that fit perfectly in the RP theory, so I’m including them. I’m sharing the results here as a sort of long-term field report to help my brothers, and to process my experience.

Warning: long, detailed post.

OK, story time:

This is the story of two very attractive mid-30s women I met, and got to know really well soon after I moved to a top tier liberal technology city. One was a professional colleague whom I never dated, but became friends with, the other was someone I dated for a couple of months. I met them in the same social circle of young entrepreneurs.

Both women were stunningly attractive despite being in their mid-30’s. The wall is approaching, but hasn’t quite impacted yet …but soon. Both of them are amongst the most hypergamous women I’ve ever met. Both of them seem pretty damaged by the game of life, chewed up emotionally from a lot of bad choices, the second more than the first, though that’s debatable.

Being a very open, nonjudgmental person, (at least in the moment) and also a trained interviewer, I’m highly skilled at drawing life details out of people through inquiry, empathy, curious questions, and knowing when to shut up and let the girl talk. So I got to know both of these dames very, very well over long conversations over many months. This is the result of my inquiry:

Contestant Number One:

The first one, M, was 34 when we met at a work function in my industry. Tall, beautiful, introverted and sensitive, yet quite entitled. Men have spoiled her her entire life.

She’s still a part-time professional model, despite her advancing age for a model, and another professional career. I worked on several independent projects with her, and we spent a lot of time together on these projects and socially as well. Despite being entitled, she’s otherwise a pretty cool, if damaged woman. She has a very low N-count despite her age, probably in the range of 10 or 12. She values chastity and has more conservative values, both rarities in her age and demographic categories. Those values, since not acted upon, did not save her, because despite the low body count, she still engaged in hypergamy at a very high level.

Growing up, she had somewhat neglectful parents and a weak father. Her parents are still together, but both worked corporate jobs more than full time. She was a latchkey kid, and became depressed and anxious as a result. As a late teen, after high school, she moved from a conservative suburb to a wealthy liberal city, but chose not to go to college.

She sought meaning in life, and found it in an Eastern mystical guru and his flock of followers. This guru is well-known for sexually exploiting women in his flock, so I wouldn’t doubt that this was M’s first significant alpha widow experience. She never said that, and I can’t be sure, so I won’t accuse. She still deifies this teacher. To be fair, this guru had produced some really remarkable written works in philosophy, and was an original, innovative and deep thinker. I digress. M had a chance to get married at 22 to a great guy who was crazy about her. He wanted to settle down & have kids, and was pressuring her to do so. She bolted, despite being in love with the guy, and clearly still carries regret over this decision, in the light of the events to come.

In her mid-20’s she had a couple of other LTRs of little significance, and a couple of flings, before meeting an uber-wealthy middle-Eastern finance tycoon who’s also a prominent DNC donor. He was the epitome of a wealthy Chad, a natural who kept soft harems, cheated a bunch, practiced impeccable dread game, and generally made an emotional wreck of this sweet and still somewhat innocent 28 year old model. At that time, modeling was her full time gig, until she became this guy’s de facto live-in arm candy. She stayed with him for 4 years of high-roller, world traveling lifestyle, through numerous of his affairs and what she describes as emotional abuse. Finally at 32 she left him. He tried to get her back, in the most beta of ways, and failed miserably. Abuse from alpha, she could take, but abuse from the same guy, but beta, no dice. She had also probably hit a threshold, and figured she couldn’t waste her life with this guy, since he was an unrestrained dark triad type, and she finally saw the light.

After a brief period of being single, only a few months really, she met another level 9000 Chad, a true Machiavellian Don Draper type. The guy, no homo, is handsome AF, is charming, and owns one of the most successful ad agencies in the region, one that has done big national ad campaigns you’d recognize. He also kept a soft harem, practiced devastating dread game, traveled a lot and banged strange on the road, bangs employees, and naturally refused to commit to this comely lass. She kept dating Don Chad for two years, finally leaving him after she issued an ultimatum that he had to settle down and commit to her, or else. He obviously told her to bounce, and she did. This breakup happened shortly after I met her, and it was incredible to witness. She was emotionally devastated, to say the least. Watching a woman get alpha widowed in-progress was quite instructive. I had seen it from the inside, from an ex of mine who worshipped me, but it was another, more disturbing story to see it from a dispassionate third party.

While I was significantly attracted to her, I stayed far away emotionally, heeding the warning signs & knowing a losing battle when I saw one. She entered counseling to find out why she kept going for unavailable men. Soon after, she met a guy on tinder, a wealthy doctor who supplicates to her. I don’t see much of a spark, it seems like she’s cashing in her chips, having hit the epiphany phase as Rollo describes it. I know for sure that he’s needy, and he told her he doesn’t believe he’s good enough for her. She also told me that she doesn’t want to spend as much time together as he does. Bad sign.

TL:DR, HB9 dumps good guy who she loves, dates Chads for over a decade, and now at 35 is in the process of settling for a guy who treats her well, but for whom she has less than optimal tingles.

Contestant Number Two:

The second dame, C, was a teenage beauty pageant winner who also had a weak father, and an alcoholic, drug-addict mother who cheated on said weak father, causing a nasty divorce when young C was a pre-teen. Key info there. Her father never remarried, or even dated for more than 20 years, according to C. Young miss C’s trouble started early. As a straight A student, teen beauty pageant winner, age 16, she started taking LSD and dating a male model from the Caribbean who was 6 years her senior. She dropped out of high school to move in with, and later run away with this guy, first to New York, then to LA, arriving in the City of Angels as a fresh-faced 19-year old with a penchant for alcohol, stimulants and music.

In LA, her hypergamy kicked into overdrive. She dumped the Domenican, breaking his heart. She got into the music scene and worked in a coffee shop in West Hollywood, and got hit on constantly by B, C, and D list celebrities. I’ll fast forward a bit and note that she banged a lot of these cats, because she professed to having a body count in the 75-100 range, so it’s probably more like 150+.

She dated a string of famous and semi-famous musicians, later marrying one of them. The first musician, a B-list guy who just got a big contract, dumped her when she gave his best friend a hand-job in a under the table in a restaurant booth after drinking and doing a lot of drugs. The second singer was much more famous—a renowned punk rock singer who later developed a reputation for drugging women & raping them. With C, he didn’t have to rape her, as she was more than willing. He got her addicted to hard drugs, mainly meth, and to hear her tell it, he practiced some wicked BDSM shit on her, but she was apparently helpless to leave, as she was addicted to drugs, which he was supplying. She was rescued by a friend, a guy who she already dated but friend-zoned, a white knight who still white knights for her to this day.

The third famous musician was a B-list rock band singer that scored big by doing movie soundtracks to some 90’s and 2000’s hit movies, which at that time was very lucrative, and still is to some degree. This guy fell in love with our heroine, wifed her up, and promptly got her pregnant. During the pregnancy, they decided, (meaning, me reading between the lines, she railroaded him) to giving up the LA rock star lifestyle, and moving to a new city to study to become psychotherapists (!).

Soon after they hit the new city, Mr. Rock Star promptly had a nervous breakdown, delving into drugs and severe alcoholism. He blamed his young wife for his misery, and within a few months, he fled to southeast Asia to pursue drugs and sex in a shithole bottom tier third world country, leaving C to raise a young daughter as a 24 year old single mother. She’s still technically married to him, more than a decade later.

Fortunately, young miss C is still smoking hot, so she has no shortage of suitors. However, her emotional baggage from the tumultuous prior 10 years of her life left her unable to commit. She’d string guys along, and dump them if they weren’t exciting enough. Some probably left after seeing the chaos that is her life. She continued to drink a lot and do drugs, sometimes leaving her daughter in less than optimal circumstances to do so. She gets on welfare, on both the local, state, and federal levels, and enrolls in college at the age of 29, attaining a STEM degree—she is bright, and legitimately intelligent, if not self aware.

She gets through in 4 years, all whilst having short term flings. Right after starting college, whilst in a relationship, she goes on a girl’s night out, meets a locally famous club promoter, and drunkenly/druggedly goes home with him and his buddies, where she has very rough group sex with him and several other men. She claimed it was rape. Having seen her intoxicated on numerous occasions, she gets flirty and horny, and knowing her hypergamy, it’s a reasonable assumption that this is likely a regret scenario. She never calls the police or reports it.

After college, at age 33, she begins work in the medical sector, and begins dating a string of young doctors and CEOs of area businesses, one of whom is an avowed polyamorist. I know this guy, he has some game, though mostly capitalizing on his high profile in the area.

At 35, she met a younger guy, a sweet beta CEO of a small but successful tech startup. He had no idea what he was in for. They met in late summer, and by autumn they were “in love.” She convinced him to buy a house for her and her daughter. He took her and her young daughter on several expensive vacations that fall & winter. My mid-winter, she had removed her IUD, and got pregnant almost immediately. By this time, about six month’s in, young Tech Beta man is starting to realize the reality of his situation. He tells her to get an abortion, and she does. It’s her fourth one in her life, she tells me. He breaks up with her right after that and kicks her out of the house (it’s in his name only. Smart!) By this time, she’s got a decent job, but due to the expense of this city, she can’t afford a decent place, and ends up in a walkout basement apartment. She’s pretty broken up by it, but not the emotional devastation I saw from M after Don Draper Chad broke her heart. Makes you think!

This is where I come into the story. My friend M, the first girl, invites me to a house party, and I meet C there. We dance and flirt, and exchange info at the end of the night. All I see at this point is a smoking hot, sexy woman, I have none of this info yet. I think she’s maybe 28. I was off by 8 years. The daughter thing didn’t scare me, I wasn’t planning on marring this girl, but I did want to get to know her. I was likely putting out mixed signals, as i do have a beta side that likes to nurture, in addition to a strong dominant side and almost unshakeable frame. Contrast game, I suppose, but unintentional.

We have great chemistry, and I didn’t have a lot of other options, since I’d been working my ass off up to that point, and was fresh out of a relationship myself. So I start seeing her, and it gets intense in a good way quickly. She’s smart, funny, affectionate, sexy as hell, and stunningly beautiful. I’m investing, but carefully and slowly, wanting to get to know her first. But rapidly, she starts pushing me for commitment, and encouraging me to take a fatherhood role in her daughter’s life. I mostly resist. She starts saying “I love you” after less than 2 months of dating—red flag. I don’t reciprocate, but tell her I really like her, which is true, since I don’t have all these details at this time.

She doubles down, showering me with gifts, and pulling out all the stops sexually, asking for anal, worshipping my cock. The sex was incredible, animalistic, she wants and can take a pounding, and I can give it on God mode, so I go with it. Again she asks me for commitment, for Facebook official, all of it. I resist, telling her I’m not seeing anyone else and not planning to, but that I wasn’t ready to commit, that I wanted to get to know her better first. She obliges me. At this time I didn’t know all of the details I’m spilling here. Most of this came out during several longish road trips, or on long walks with her. Walks can be amazing for drawing out details & having deep and meaningful conversations.

At that time, I’m living in a luxury loft apartment downtown, it’s super slick but tight on space. My lease was up, and I was looking for a new spot. She finds a a good deal on a killer house for rent in a super pricey area of town, and sends me the listing. I snap it up, she helps me move in, and immediately starts pushing for her & the daughter to move in with me. Again I resist. Red flags all over, we’ve only been seeing each other less than three months, and her agenda is strong. Her and the daughter stay over a few nights, with her daughter in the guest bedroom, but I limit contact time purposefully, seeing her end game clearly now—she wants control. Thus begins a frame battle.

She starts to act up, being uncharacteristically bitchy, with shit tests left & right. I parry and dodge, agree & amplify, and generally remain aloof, all the while fucking her brains out. The sex remains stellar, but the other interactions become less pleasant. She can sense me distancing.

By this time, I know most or all of this info, and I’m seeing patterns in real time, namely how she uses alcohol to cope and escape. I’ve also cultivated a decent friendship with her teenage daughter, and the daughter confides in me about a lot of things, filling in gaps in the story, and also showing me prescription meds she’s found that her mom’s been hiding, mostly antidepressants. I call out C on the alcohol abuse, but not the drugs, since I didn’t want to betray the daughter’s trust. That didn’t go well. She took zero responsibility, and wouldn’t acknowledge the problem.

The prescription drug situation turned out to be worse than I thought. I saw some of her recent blood work lab results—she showed them to me, probably not knowing how revealing the info was. The labs showed unmistakable markers in the blood for certain meds, all of which are either drugs for conditions I know she doesn't have, or antipsychotic or anti schizophrenic drugs. Which fits... Wew lads….

At this point, I’m looking for an exit strategy. Trump to the rescue! Being a wealthy liberal city, I keep my shitlord pro-Trump politics under wraps. It’s professionally dangerous not to. Knowing she is a fairly liberal person, I never brought up politics. But one night it came up, and it was clear she has a massive case of Trump derangement syndrome. I saw an opening, and ran to daylight. I teased her about Trump, we argued over politics, she left in a storm. I sent her Trump & Pepe memes, played some humorous Trump songs the next time I saw her. She blew up, and demanded both apology and disavowal. I refused to apologize or to disavow the God-Emperor. This effectively ends the relationship. I’m glad I didn’t have to be the bad guy to break up with a single mom. It also effectively cuts me out of her rather degenerate social circle. Bullets: dodged. Also: MAGA!!! STILL. NOT. TIRED.

TL:DR for both: Moral of the story: women will tell you exactly who they are, if you have patience, and know how and what to ask, and when to listen.

Epilogue: I was fascinated by these two women, and how unrestrained hypergamy catastrophically impacted their lives. My younger beta self would have fallen in love with both of them with epic one-itis, strictly based on their physical attractiveness, and aspects of chemistry I have with both of them. The Red Pill helped me keep my wits about me, and keep my emotions in check. My personality and beta traits allowed me to delve deeply into their lives, Red Pilling me even more in the process. Even so, I was more interested in these details than would be warranted—likely the time would have been better spent cultivatingating other options or working on my business. It was like a train wreck I couldn’t stop watching. I’ll do better next time. Writing about it here allows me to release all of this chaos, to wash my hands of the situations, and to close the door on this chapter with a golden clasp.

Since the breakup, I banged a smoking hot 26 year old 24 hours after meeting her, and another ex, also 26 and even hotter, is back in the picture. I think the experiences of the past year may be part of my Red Pill Master’s thesis. Thus starts a new chapter in my life of dating. Time to work on the PhD: the YHT Doctorate.

Edited: For readability with better paragraph breaks. & TL:DR