The title sums it up: Commitment is your pussy. The sooner and more frequently you surrender it, the less respect you get. But I'll elaborate further with my own shameful example: an LTR.

TLDR: "Women are the gatekeepers of sex. Men are the gatekeepers of commitment." Remember that. Repeat it. Write it down. Tattoo it to your fucking wrist so that every time you pull out your wallet for a woman, you're reminded of what she's really after.

Ask yourself this and answer honestly: Do you respect a girl who fucks on the first date? Would you LTR/wife her? Would you trust her? If she fucked you on the first date, what makes you think she hasn't done it for tens or even hundreds of hotter, richer, more charming Chads before you? The one thing that gives her value, she hands out like candy on Halloween. She's not valuable. Her pussy is not valuable. If it was, she would save it for someone who deserved it.

The same goes for your commitment. If you're ready to stop playing the field for this special unicorn after one, three, or even twenty dates, you're a worthless slut. A commitment slut. No woman respects a man who commits easily. Especially if you commit quickly or frequently (have lots of ex girlfriends? You're a commitment slut). But even if you hold out, date around, and then after a year choose one, the moment you relent and commit, she loses respect.

Women would rather share an alpha than own a beta.

My embarrassing story

Part 1: I met this cute, funny girl on OKCupid. Big blue eyes, charmingly awkward, but still confident on other fronts. Social butterfly. Cultured. Thoughtful. Bisexual. Great.

First date went well. We laughed, shared a little intimacy, and kissed. I thought, "Yeah, I'd like to see her again." I had no intention of getting into an LTR at this point, just accumulating plates.

In the same weekend...

Enter girl #2: We matched on Tinder. (My profile makes promises of tying you up and giving you the 50 shades of Grey experience with rough sex and degrading dirty talk, so I'm absolutely under no circumstances looking for an LTR on here, purely sex.) We meet for a drink. Most girls want to meet for a drink to make sure 1) you look like your pictures, 2) you're not a psycho killer, and 3) you don't have some hidden flaw like a high pitched voice or social ineptitude.

I was pleasantly surprised. This girl was about 1000 times hotter than her profile pictures. The meet up goes fine, but I don't think much of it. We talk a little about ourselves, our past, what we're looking for. We move onto sex talk: experiences with rope and bondage play, limits, etc. Like most girls I meet on Tinder, she has zero experience being tied up and used. It's a fantasy she wants to try out. Only been with three guys before me -- all LTRs. Wants to "explore her sexuality." Whatever.

Date #2 is in a better lit place, and I get to really see how gorgeous she is. As we go on dating, everyone is telling me she's stunning, could be a model, etc. Guys on the street hit on her right in front of me. Even my close guy friends who would never ever cross the line tell me, "Dude, she's realllllllly hot." And that's pushing it for them to say. Ok, I caught myself a looker. She's still a slut from Tinder that was looking to get tied up and used like a whore. She's not and never will be LTR material. But then... we kept seeing each other.

Part 2: Long story short, I keep going out with these two girls. They start out as plates. But then I start to like them both. I actually like them both a lot. I'm still going on dates and fucking other girls. THEY KNOW THIS. I blatantly cancel plans on them to hang out with the other one, or to go out with some other new girl. They are silently sad in the moment, but you know how women are: they crave that social proof. If I'm fucking other girls, I must be a catch, right? They ply for my attention even harder. They get freakier in bed. They buy me gifts. Life is good when they're just plates.

AN ENTIRE YEAR goes on with these two as my plates. They are AWARE they're my plates. I don't want to get rid of either of them. We have a lot in common. We develop emotional connections. All the things I was intentionally trying not to do in order to keep them at plate status kept creeping up and making me want to choose one and commit.

Eventually, OKCupid girl fucked up. She made plans to meet with me which involved me driving about 40 minutes, but instead she got drunk at brunch with a bunch of her lesbian friends and forgot about me. A million apologies didn't help: I told her to go fuck herself.

Part 3: So I settled with the Tinder girl. We had a million things in common, deep things, emotional things. She was great with kids. She was sweet and funny and honest (volunteered her passwords, let me use her phone without hesitation, etc). Not nearly as slutty and shallow as I figured she would be on our first date where all she wanted was to get fucked. Her friends were cool. My friends liked her. Everything was fucking perfect. I was thinking this could be the mother of my kids, my life partner.

I tell her I want to be exclusive. She's wanted this for a while and jumps on the opportunity. Things go smoothly for about a month. But then...

I mention sex, she rolls her eyes. Or she says shit like, "Not if you don't do this or that." She used to BEG to suck my cock as a plate, and now that we're an official couple, she's making demands. Red flag #1.

I go into boyfriend mode and start buying her gifts. Doing sweet things. Giving her priority over friends and other things.

She starts farting in front of me. She gets mad when I tell her it's not sexy. Stops wearing make up and lingerie. Stops offering to split the bill when we go out. Starts making plans with other people without me. Sex starts dwindling. Never before heard excuses come out of the woodwork: "I'm too tired, we're too loud and people might hear, I'm not in the mood". A million red flags pop up.

We've been seeing each other over a year. We "love" each other. I try to take the next step. I say we should move in together. She hamsters. She dumps me.

Before I gave her my commitment, she was a cum guzzling slut who cooked and cleaned and was GRATEFUL TO SHARE ME. After I gave her my commitment, she lost respect to the point that she couldn't be with me anymore.

Lessons learned: Commitment is your pussy. Give it up, and you give up respect.

edit: okcupid girl was 26. Tinder girl was 23. I'm 30.