Summary: I've learned a lot of Red Pill things just by attending parties in high school. I didn't have the red pill lens back then, but now, at 24, I see where I went wrong and why I didn't have the sex life I wanted.

Around my senior year is when I experienced a surge in popularity due to doing Red Pill stuff without knowing it, and ultimately being oblivious to my potential at being the Chad I was so jealous of. I smoked weed for the first time with a couple drama kid friends (I was a drama kid.) I went to a couple parties by really begging a theater friend for the location.

1. The first party was a bit rough as that one girl (HB9) who called me autistic at school before, was at the party and she told me to go upstairs and get naked. I went upstairs and opened a bedroom door and saw a Chad I knew from school banging a HB7.5. I turned back in silent envy and a sigh, and began to go back downstairs as other people were huddled around the bedroom joking around and shouting ”Super dick!”. The HB9 downstairs immediately said she was joking and laughed with her attractive friends. I'm sure there was some good in this party, I did have friends I was the one friend in the group that nobody liked. I drank the ass of one blonde bimbo's beer. So theres something.

2. The second party was a month or so out from that one and it was better. I drank more, tried to be more social, and didn't get insulted by any girls. A HB9 (I'd consider at that age, now she's more like a 7) slapped my ass and said something about me having a sexy ass. I smiled and continued my way past her, as she seemed to already be sitting with a guy and I remember her being with a tall Chad all the time. So immediately found reasons for her not to sleep with me (something I don't do now that I have Red Pill knowledge). I sat on a couch and flirted with a mildly attractive biracial HB8 who talked up to me as I was sitting, anxiety running through my head. We talked for a bit and she talked about how she liked basketball players. Uh oh. I told her I wrestled and did track. Eventually this conversation wore down and she went on her way to flirt with other guys. You know, I think if I would have had more Red Pill balls back then at 17, I might have got to hook up. I knew it was normal to hook up at the end of each house party, because my drama friend told me “thats just what you do” or something along those lines. My problem was not enough game, or confidence to try. I actually still have a picture of me on that couch to this day, on Facebook. It was a pretty poplar picture back in the day and even a HB 8.5 in my drama class told me she was all over me that night and I was oblivious to it.

3. The next party was when I really got my 15 minutes of fame. My birthday falls on new years day so I decided to throw a “Sweet 18” birthday house party on a Wednesday night (2009) a couple days before new years 2010. I made the event public on facebook. It was a dumb move, but I was 17. You're supposed to be stupid at that age. What happened was my original theater friends showed up- 3 guys, and 3 girls- (the girls had began to put me in the “cool” zone more recently probably due to my fashion somehow getting more in tune with what was hip at the time- skinny jeans and plaid. We had also been in theater class 3 years together at this point so we sort of all formed a weird bond, even if I was the black sheep of the group.) Anyways, we went downstairs into the basement as my foster dad was upstairs- yeah, you can see whats about to happen. We put on the game rockband on the big projector we had and started playing. Then more people started coming in groups and I admitted to my friends I had made it an open house party, not just a get together. They were sort of shocked and told me I shouldn't have done that. I was just stubborn at the time because I saw them as hypocrites...they went to houseparties all the time so why not me, AmericanHistoryAFBB? Why shouldn't I do the normal thing and throw a houseparty? Eventually, the basement was packed. There were not just people from my school, there were people from other schools in the area there too. People were playing beer pong, smoking weed, and my ipod was blaring music on the stereo. I had just gotten that ipod from my Grandma as a birthday present with my name engraved on it.

It started getting overwhelming, my foster brothers started getting concerned, and when I went upstairs briefly my foster dad demanded that I kick everyone out or the police will be be called. I went downstairs trying to conger up in my mind a solution, and to my surprise the music was no longer playing. I look on the ipod dock to discover my ipod had been stolen. I was now upset enough to make an announcement that the party is getting broken up, my ipod was stolen, and someones going to call the police. Eventually, everyone left and my main 6 friends were the last ones to leave, and wished me a happy birthday. A couple people offered to help get my ipod back. Well I never got the ipod back, but I was more popular than before and my friends tolerated me a lot more.

4. The last party was after we had moved out of our original house. It was empty and I called up my friend to see if we could get a party going. Eventually it was a go. The beer pong sucked, as we didn't have a table. We had a wooden plank thingy and it was the ghetto set up for a party ever, as the house's furniture had been cleared out. The house was in the purgatory stage of being passed on to new renters. I took advantage of the opportunity. Again, more 15 minutes of fame. A blonde HB9 introduced herself to me, tried to qualify herself to me. I was too beta at the time to realize the alpha potential I had. Anyways, long story short, this one was pretty anticlimactic. I left with one of my foster brothers at the time to pick up something and got a text from my theater buddy saying don't come back, the neighbors called the cops and broke up the party.

What was the point of all this? To tell you all a huge chunk of regrets I have come from being too plugged in to take advantage of the opportunities I had at my disposal to be Chad. Learn from your mistakes. Stay unplugged. Cheers.

Lessons Learned: Learn from your mistakes. When you have pussy delivered to you on a silver platter, don't throw it away. I've now gotten laid numerous times just by having get togethers at my place and friends inviting friends and friends of friends over, some of which are attractive women. I take advantage of being unplugged now.