Summary: I realize a lot of you guys are probably getting tired of all the "RP saved my life" posts and what not, but I figured I'd throw my story in: Was as beta as they came. Swallowed the pill. Haven't become completely who I want but I'm getting there. I'll try to keep in quick.

Body: I swallowed the pill right before October came around. I was living at home (I'm 24), working for a newspaper (job I hated with shit pay, shit hours), and hadn't gotten laid since I graduated in December. Met a girl on Tinder and hit it off. She played college lax, was fit, funny, we had the same taste in music. Beta me was in love. However, Beta me was a desperate bitch.

I was always the one initiating texts. She would take forever to respond, and I would want to wait but couldn't and respond back quickly. On our like third date out, we went back to her place, started making out, she gave me a shit test about moving too fast, which I failed and said yeah sure I understand. And perhaps the most RP thing I've ever personally experienced happened. As I'm leaving, high on the emotions and the thought that I finally might have something, she asks "Do you like me?" and of course I respond with "Of course I do!"

Never saw her again. Sent her texts to arrange another meeting. Nothing. Kept trying. Even sent a text borderline crying about how I thought we had something. total bitch mode. At that time I didn't understand that I had just given her all she was ever looking for, and that she had seen all she needed from me to know I was never gonna be the Alpha that would give her the feels enough to ever make her wet. Two weeks later a friend of mine who works with her friend told me she was hooking up with some tall good looking Alpha.

Two days after that I found this sub. Read No More Mr. Guy (although I feel that that mostly applies to married men/LTRs, but beneficial nonetheless) and the Rational Male (Shoutout to the king). I would -- still do -- get on here every day for motivation to know there's always ways to improve myself.

I hit the gym fucking hard. I was always fit but I made serious gains and packed on muscle mass. Started wearing tighter clothes that showed off my physique. Got my hair cut. Got a great job that I love that pays great, which allowed me to move to a major U.S. city. Yeah, I've had friends say "you've changed man" and to that I say "fucking right I have."

Since that bitch gave me a hard lesson in Beta Bux/Alpha Fux, I've never been happier. I admit I still haven't fully internalized all there is about RP life, nor have I established any plates. The good thing is, I know why I haven't: any girl that I've gotten interested in me, the backslide slowly begins. I text more than I know I should, I get too touchy when I'm out with them at bars. I'm still too beta every now and then. Just enough that I can't get the plate spinning. No, this isn't what I want, but at least I'm able to identify the problem and begin the path to correcting it.

Most recently, I met a girl on Tinder, fucked her after a week and half of meeting her. (Prior to this I went on some dates, got a blowjob from one, couldn't close. Others lost interest because of failed shit tests). Old me wouldn't have even fucked this girl cause it was shit test after shit test "I want to take it slow," "I barely know you." And I passed them all cause I knew what they were: tests (shoutout to the Shit Test Buster Game thread, literally used a line straight from the comment section that work brilliantly). But because I finally got some, I wanted more. Would hit her up fairly often the next two weeks to chill, and she would. But recently I noticed she had been rescheduling too often, but would recommend a new day. So today is the day she said to reschedule, I hit her up letting her know I'm free, and got a vague answer. So I text back saying "are we chilling tonight or not. I've got other plans I can make." Which is true. Old me would've settled with this girl, but 10 minutes after I fucked her I got back on Tinder and kept spitting game. She responds "You can make other plans." So I simply reply "alright. it's been real." Deleted her number. Hit up another girl. got another date for tonight.

Lessons learned: 4 months ago I would've sat here pouting about how I lost another girl. Nah, fuck that. Plenty of girls out there to meet. Plenty of other shit I got to do to than to concern myself with one girl. No, I couldn't plate her, but now I know not to do the same thing again. Sure, it's a slow process for me, but at least I know I'll get there eventually. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. And of course, I'm open to tips/thoughts/criticisms.

Edit: ran into tinder girl tonight at a bar while out with my boys. She was with another guy (I know shocking right). Dude looked just like me. Same hair. Same style. Just a couple inches taller. I go up and talk to her and make small talk about the night then move on. She left about and hour before me. Old me would've thought about it all night. New me went and got a number at the same bar.