Something happened yesterday after 6 months of red pill I thought I should share.

2 years ago, blue bill me, 30 kgs (60 lb) overweight, was bothered that my wife doesn't pay much attention to me while driving.

I wanted to negotiate that (LOL). I told her I'm bothered that she doesn't turn to me or talk to me. I told her it bothers me when I saw another couple in a car and the girl is chatting up the driver. She predictably laughed out this kiddy request and said some bullshit about want me to concentrate on the road etc...

Comical stuff right?

I was obviously subscribed to this commmuniiicaaaaaation and tell your feeeelz bullshit that you see so much in relationship books and in various subreddits here.

fast forward 2 years, the last 6 of which are solid red pill.

Lost 30 kgs (in 6 months, yup). 11% body fat. Can squat 1.5 my weight. My life is getting better and i feel good.

I'll just leave this dialogue that happened here, to give an example of why mainstream relationship advice is bullshit and MRP is the way to go.

Me (weekend planning mode): I have a football match at 2 PM. You said the other day you wanted to buy clothes for yourself. I'll drive you and drop you by the shopping mall at 1:30 PM, then I'll come back and pick you up at 4PM. After my shower, get prepared because my colleague invited us to dinner.

Blue pill me would have been trying to negotiate the day with her. Confusing her mind with choices and times and such, being indecisive all the way and probably ending up with a schedule that appeases her fully.

Her: OK.

Few moments go by...

Her: But I want us to go shopping us a couple, so many people do that. [Compliance test, shit test]

YMMV, but I absolutely loath shopping for clothes with her. I don't have time for carrying bags around and waiting endlessly.

Me: I've got the football match to go to.

BP me would go into full appeasement mode, fucking up the plan to make her haaappy.

Her: Why can't we act like a normal couple and go shopping.... [Shit test escalation]

Me: raise eyebrows, look at her with a grin, almost starting to laugh: Football match!

Just a calm broken record. Amused tone, "you're being funny here".

BP me would have probably either exploded with anger, or went into appeasement mode.

Her: well, ok.

End of discussion. She looked sad and I've learnt not to feel guilty at that. 30 seconds later we were back eating our lunch discussing other things.

So we head out to the car. I'm in my (european football) gear, looking lean as fuck. shorts just at the knee. The clothes fit me very well.

Her: Oh my god how did you get your stomach so flat.

BP me would... well BP me would never had such a compliment.

I smile, and lift my shirt. Looking fit.

Her: Oh my god, I've got to do the same. What excercises do you do, tell me tell meee!!

It's more diet than excercise hon, this bit she doesn't understand, but I wasn't about to go into boring lecture mode. and yes I was doing loads of excercises, squatting my ass off and doing crunches and stuff. This was a chance to get her to start something on the road to lifting with me. Dieting will come later and she is already almost perfectly slim anyway.

Me: Squats help

Her: what's a squat...

So now blue pill me would have been giddy with pride that she's following my lead, and would have showed that off and went into nerdy explanation mode, boring her to death. but...

Me: We need to go, I'll show you later.

If she does care she'll come back.

In the car, and this is where my prelude is relevant. I'm driving and my shorts are naturally high thigh up, muscle definitions showing...

Her: Your shorts are too short...

Translation: I like what I see.

Me: no reaction.

Her: Do people see you like this? they are too short, and I know you don't like it when I wear short stuff out.

An attempt to negotiate and shit test. truth be told they are short because I'm sitting and they won't look so short in the field, and these are football clothes.

That was the thought going through my mind. but before I make the mistake of DEER'ing with that bullshit, I turn to her with a grin and see her looking down there.

Me: It's for your pleasure.

she laughs this feminine giddy laugh. bulls eye. then she starts feeling up my thighs whilst I'm driving.

Eventually she reaches for the stick.

Me: That's the wrong gearing stick if you wanna help!

She laughs again, and starts mimicking my gear changes with the wrong stick.

Eventually we arrive, after the football match as we're heading home as she's going on and on and on about her shopping choices whilst I'm nodding, we get home.

Her: So how do you do those squats?

I get her to do a few (weightless) squats. and get her to promise herself to be regular at this...

I would never had any of this in BP communicate your feelings and wants mode mode. get your shit together, lead by example, and know what you're doing. STFU as much as possible. Acta non verba. The rest will come later.