tl;dr: girl finds "man of her dreams." Everything is wonderful, until foreign tingles arrive.
I work for a national chain restaurant. Working alongside lots of young, female employees has offered me so many instances of redpill truths. I'm in a LTR myself, so I don't need to worry about trying to game women, but I do enjoy their company, friendship, and conversation while working my shift.
One server, who I have worked with for nearly 4 years (lets call her Joanne - 23 years old), used to have pretty bad luck in finding a man who would date her long-term. The running joke was that a UFO kept visiting all of her dates, kidnapping them away. Until, that is, she met "Billy."
From the day they met, she was head over heels. Billy had a good job, owned his own freaking house, and loved Joanne very much. She was very vocal about how thrilled beyond belief she was that she found a good man, and one that committed to her. 6 months or so into the relationship (perhaps a bit longer), he took the next, obvious step that men are supposed to do with a woman they love - he proposed.
Her social media was then plastered with pictures of her joyfully displaying her diamond ring (which cost God knows how much money), along with captions of how in love she is, and how great of a man she has.
Every time I saw her at work, which was then about once weekly due to her limited scheduling because of schooling, I'd ask about Billy. Her face would light up, she'd smile wide, and tell me about how perfect he is and how wonderful everything is going. They were in love, they were going to be married, start and raise a family, and they would live happily ever after, just the way we're taught it's supposed to be.
That was, until, last night.
Per usual, I ask about her dream man and expect the response I'd always gotten. Only this time her brow wrinkled, she glanced downwards, and had a serious look on her face. Joanne then tells me about how she's having "second thoughts" about marriage.
Due to redpill education, I obviously immediately knew what was the issue. She herself couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but I, using PC language, spelt out redpill truths to her in a non in-your-face way. She was thrilled that she found someone to talk to who understood her plight, and could help her identify exactly what was going on.
Simply, Joanne felt as if she "were living with a friend or a son, rather than a lover." She said there wasn't much, or any, "passion, for as long as they'd been together." (What?!) The same man she used to gush over and tell me - every time I asked - how amazing he is - was now being described as someone who she had always "settled for," while asking him to change, but he "simply wouldn't."
Of course, we all know here at TRP that this extreme and rapid change of heart didn't come out of thin air. The next obvious question from me was, "are you interested in someone else?"
She smiled. Her eyes lit up. Her body posture changed. Her mind drifted off to some distant dreamland with rainbows and puppies as she sighed, "yes." Joanne then goes on to tell me how one man from class, who she met a mere three weeks ago, is "all the things that Billy is not." Mind you, this new guy is a mere 18 years old - five years younger than her.
My stomach turned, and I felt disgusted at yet another blatant demonstration of AWALT. However, I consider her a friend, so I counseled on:
Billy is taking Joanne on a trip out to Arizona within a few days, to hang with family. There is no doubt that Joanne will behave as if everything is fine, possibly even having sex with Billy, of course fueled by fantasies of the new, 18 year-old southerner who, in three weeks, has unwittingly destroyed an engagement and a 2-year relationship all because he talked to her a few times.
The entire trip, Joanne will be plotting the right time after they return to call off the engagement, return the ring, and branchswing up to her new, higher branch. And, why not? She's known him a whole 3 weeks - this is true love! Time to upgrade to the new, shinier model that I've never even test-driven! Fuck the guy who owns a home, has a good, stable job, and is offering a lifetime of commitment.
The worst part is that Billy hasn't the slightest clue this is even coming. Joanne stated that she's sad that she'll be losing a good friend, and would love to stay friends with him if possible (friends, of course, who will never fuck ever again), but it's too late now for poor Billy to change her mind. She's set on getting some strange dick, the tingles have spoken, the vagina has moistened, and just like that her "dream man" and "life partner" is a thing of the past.
Billy will be left devastated, scratching his head, wondering what in the hell he did wrong. He offered her a home, financial security, a lifetime of commitment via marriage, the promise of children. ALL things that Joanne "always wanted." Billy was taught, all of his life, that he was making all the right moves. I mean hell, he even manned-up and proposed for crying out loud!
Not to worry, however. I'm sure Billy is surrounded by plenty of alpha males who know how women really operate, and they will educate him on exactly what changes need to be made so he doesn't get horribly burned, again.
But, 18 year-old alpha dick.
She wasn't Billy's. It was just his turn.
Once women get tingles, they will bail on a good man who's given her everything (like in the case of my mom who ran out on my father after 20 years).
Don't be like Billy.