I can't be the only one who was led to the Red Pill by a specific woman, or several specific women. In my mind, I think of her as my Morpheus girl, because what I learned about her forced me to reach a fork in the road and make a choice. I chose the Red Pill. I thought it might be good for me to get it off my chest and hopefully someone who is still trying to decide will glimpse something familiar in this thread and feel more emboldened to take life by the horns and swallow the Red Pill.

Her name was Diana. We were in college together. We dated sophomore year for eight months, and then broke up. She dumped me, and it was harsh. Did she have a specific reason? No, she had seven. At the time I was listening to a lot of Postal Service and there's a line in one of the songs that reminded me of that dumping: "I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear, I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave." I was possessive, I was controlling, I had anger problems, I didn't appreciate her, I was commit-a-phobic (commit-a-phobic and possessive, that should have tipped me off that something was up), it was all my problems, flaws, my fault. And man, I took that to heart and kept trying to get back together with her.

Now... now I know she was hamstering. Because I found out two years ago that she had actually been cheating on me towards the end. She slept with three other guys - one of whom was actually my "friend" - before breaking it off with me, and I was clueless about it until more recently. She came up with a million reasons why I was the problem in our relationship, but really, she was twenty and wanted cock.

Once I realized that this girl, who I thought was the perfect embodiment of womanhood, was actually devious, deceptive, and cruel, I began to wonder about other girls I dated. The more I dug around, the more I realized that I'd never been in a relationship where I truly knew the other person. I never realized how women's minds work and every time I thought I was dating my "best friend", I was being played a fool. It was hard, but it made me stronger. I began working out, eating better, taking care of myself for myself instead of sitting around waiting for some woman to come into my life.

By the way, I bring this all up because the grapevine told me Diana got engaged last week, at the age of 25. My buddy told me as if he thought I'd be upset, but I just laughed. The idea of that slut wearing white on her wedding day is just too funny.

Anyway, thanks for listening, and please share your stories about your Morpheus women!