About me: 34 years old, 6'3, 215, lift 5-6 days a week, make over 130k/year and well educated. Married to HB8 who is an exectutive in her company as well. No kids and no plans to ever have them. Not perfect, I am a faggot because I drink too much and have a shit load of student debt.

A Teacher of the Young

If you are like me, you occasionally get approached by other men asking you relationship and life advice. I supervise over 100 gentlemen in my job and that many women as well. It is not uncommon, over after work drinks, for many of these men approach me asking for help with finding a quality LTR or making their current one better. In general, I advise against marriage almost always. If someone is already married, I am very careful about introducing the Red Pill because quite frankly it is better to leave an older more committed man plugged into the Matrix if he does not display the fortitude to STFU and monk mode during the first several months of the process. Occasionally over the past several years, I have introduced the Red Pill to a few men with mixed results. I wanted to share a few examples of this with the community and also read your own in the comments.

Dan

Dan is a 22 year old former college MMA fighter who works for me as a sales rep. He is a handsome guy with that captain of the football team alpha thing going for him. One day at the end of his shift I could tell he was down. Took him out for a beer after and asked him what was going on. I don't do this for purely altruistic reasons. I need my reps happy and displaying positive energy or they cannot close deals, I wanted to know WTF was going on with him. Turns out his girlfriend of two years just broke up with him and he had no idea how to get his soul mate back. Jesus I cringed. That was me in my last LTR. Pining for a crazy HB5 that cheated on me. Wow was I ever so pathetic as this kid? Yes. Yes I was.

Okay, fuck it. This kid had tears in his beers, literally. I told him it was time to man the fuck up. She was not his soul mate. Next thing you know I am telling him about War Brides. Oneitis. The Rational Male. Shit.

Next time I see him is about a month later. He ran up to me and gave me a forearm Roman warrior bro handshake with a huge grin. He had just been kicked out of his house he rented with some old college friends for the past year. All three of these friends were girls. Turns out he had gone home that night after the bar and devoured everything I told him about. Reading The Rational Male in one day and spending the next week reading everything from the side bar on The Red Pill reddit. Yep. You guessed it. He fucked all three of his roommates independent of each other and when they found out they kicked him out. He was homeless at the moment but god damn he seemed happy. Thanked me profusely and swore he would never get married. Still don't know how I feel about it, but his sales statistics have been through the roof ever since. Money in my pocket at the very least.

Alan

Alan was around 29 or 30 when I had this conversation up in Anchorage with him. Alan is a BIG guy. Taller than me by a couple of inches and hairier than a wildebeast. His beard has to be introduced seperately at parties it's so damn prominent. Alan's girlfriend of six years refused to help with bills, but expected him to take care of everything. He confided to me over scotch that he hated everything about their relationship except that she let him fuck her in the ass and occasionally they would Hall Pass each other so he could fuck other girls. She loved smoking weed and would literally sit on the couch 12 hours a day getting fat and yelling at him if he let the snack supply get too low. I told him about the Book of Pook. That's all. Three months later he kicked her out and started fucking a 22 year old bank teller with amazing tits. He fucked up and got Oneitis for her though, so when he shifted too far into Beta mode she told him she just wanted to be friends. He was devestated for several months until he started going to the gym and bought a BMW. Just checked on him last week, which prompted the idea for this post, he has three plates right now, shaved his beard so he could eat pussy more efficiently, and walks around like a fucking titan. He's starting to impress me a little bit.

William

This one isn't pretty. William has been married for around six years now. Has a kid with an ex-wife and three with the new one. Only source of income but he is very good at his job and I pay him well (almost six figures). He is highly intelligent and I enjoy talking to him because of that. Unfortunately, he is completely plugged in. He has worked with Dan, who told him all about the Red Pill. William tried getting me to talk to him about it for a long time and I finally broke down and gave him the advice to walk away from it. He was too deep in, and he has a very impassioned personality. The last thing I wanted was for him to swallow the Red Pill and go full Dark Triad on his wife and kids. After several conversations where he tried to get me to show more of my hand, I told him to start lifting. If he would lift for a fucking month straight I would take him out for drinks and coach him. Well he didn't, but he sure as hell started looking at the materials online. He called out sick yesterday, which he NEVER does. He told another member of his team his wife and him are having major issues and he needed the day to work it out. Fuck, I have a sick feeling in my gut on this one.

Takeaways

  • I am not convinced unplugging people is a good thing. Especially at work.
  • The feeling of pride I have gotten from unplugging some is counterbalanced by the nervousness I get watching it harm the relationships of others.

Who have you helped unplug and what were the results?