I was brought to TRP nearly two years ago when I found out an LTR of 1.5 years became a prostitute behind my back. Now that was extreme but I swallowed the pill hard, I hit the gym but other than that went on a bit of the destructive path. Lots of drinking and effortless hook ups. I was like in an instant I saw it all so clearly. I watched it unfold daily, I fucked as many girls in relationships as single girls. I truthfully did not give a fuck, not as a strategy but because I was such a mess I didn't have a choice.
It was so god damn easy. I would get dragged out to a club with an old t-shirt, swimming trunks and flip flops and take a girl home. I'm not saying this to flaunt, I'm saying that truthful, genuine DGAF energy is a hell of a thing.
It eventually simmered but I couldn't stop witnessing it all over the place. I'd watch friends relationships deteriorate exactly how I predicted they would. I'd listen to a conversation and watch the IOI's plummet when they said anything blue-ish, (better looking guys= longer leash of course), I'd listen to all the hamster wheel conversations between women validating, justifying. Basically every bit of information that's readily available here. There isn't even a grey area, this is an exact science.
So now, I meet a wonderful girl. My guard is up but I think I could spend some time with her. HB 9, young, low count, good father, no previous fucked up shit. Also financially independent and successful, always insists on sharing expenses, etc. etc. All the good checks were checked.
Not to mention, she had a commendable perspective of gender roles and that men and women are different and thats okay. She wanted me taking the lead, she spoke about wanting to learn to cook for me. Sucking my dick nearly every morning, we were fucking constantly.
I thought the universe was rewarding me for the prostitute situation or something, I felt I found a unicorn. This girl was hooked on whatever I was throwing out, so yeah we LTR'd.
And of course I did not find a unicorn. There are no unicorns
I'm lucky in that I have looks. It makes the beginning easier, I didn't always have looks, I grew into them in my mid-late twenties, so my inside still feels not quite like the outside. I have enough alpha qualities to get by, but I am by no means an impenetrable alpha male.
So I eventually broke frame, broke some rules, probably multiple times. Nothing even extremely noteworthy, just little things. I like talking about my emotional state, I do it too much. I would plan to do things and not follow through. I would be romantic too often. I would get annoyed or upset over shit tests. Not often, but over 9 months now I've slipped up.
You get so comfortable you think well of course I can get away with a few Well you can't
It's been a subtle decline, but she is a far cry from what she was. I'm almost an afterthought, I feel friendzoned half the time, a beta companion. She has suddenly brought in feminist views that completely contradict her earlier statements. Easily irritated, less sex, everything that is taught extensively here. I'm watching it come true as any wise man would expect.
It's frustrating. It's not even her fault, she's not doing it vindictively it is her biology and you can't negotiate desire. She hit all of the marks of someone who might just be genuinely in love. I relinquished my frame, and TRP truths prevailed as they always always will.
Only thing left to do is walk away I suppose.
I hate that TRP is true sometimes, but I'm grateful for it at the same time. For the information, knowledge, wisdom and tough love we don't necessarily want to hear, but desperately need to hear.
Truth is truth, enjoy the decline.
Thought I met a great girl, approached with TRP wisdom, slipped up, TRP truths prevailed.