Summary:

The way you have acted towards girls your entire life is how they will act towards you when you raise your SMV.

Body:

I spent the entirety of last week at a co-ed summer camp for “youth” aged between 17 and 27. (In Ukraine, ‘youth’ really applies to anyone under 30 who is not married). Watching the dynamic of a hundred or so strangers thrown into the woods together was interesting to say the least, but two instances struck me with particular fascination and with piercing clarity taught me what TRP is all about.

My wife and I were ‘counsellors’ in charge of a group of about a dozen or so campers, and the first instance of note involved one of the guys in our group. He is 19, and as a result of ample body-weight workouts, he is strikingly buff. In other words, to the ladies, this guy was Chad Thundercock.

I was walking with him and having a conversation as we headed down to the shower house, and I noticed a girl—maybe 20 years old, max, standing on the sidewalk in a sundress. It was between active program activities and she was clearly bored, not knowing what to do with herself but, as is typical with girls, didn’t want to look like she was bored. Considering who I was with and knowing what I now know about girls (thanks to TRP), I paid careful attention to her as we passed--I watched her eyes in particular.

Firstly, it stands to note that Chad took no note of her. Why should he? She was pretty by any man’s standards—an HB 6 by Ukrainian standards (like an American HB 8+)—but for a guy who has plenty of options, she wasn’t even in his peripheral. Not even a blip on the radar. But I saw her look down when she was in front of us and as we passed, I looked to see her look up at Chad—letting her eyes linger, just long enough to see if he might have looked back or taken notice of her.

The second instance was with another fella at the camp whom I did not know, but he was the type of guy with a face that could be an Abercrombie model and a pretty built physique. He clearly wasn’t a body builder, but he also clearly possessed the definition that could make any outfit look good on him. Add to it that he was funny (played/acted in the camp skits: actor and natural center of attention) AND played a fierce violin, well I was thoroughly impressed.

One morning, I’m walking back from the showers and I see him walking down the main path. From the dorm rooms a girl appears from the female dorm house and shouts him down (HB5 by UKR scale), and I watch her trot up to him and greet him. The enthusiasm in her greeting betrayed how excited she was to get a chance at ‘alone time’. If it were me, ten years ago, I would have been more than happy to reciprocate in hopes of “sealing the deal,” yet his response reflected more of a disinterested but courteous greeting to an acquaintance. When she jogged up beside him, she cracked a (bad) joke and put her arm on his shoulder for a moment, to which he did not respond in kind. Within about five seconds, she took her hand away lest it become awkwardly obvious that she liked touching him.

Does this sound familiar? The lingering gaze after the beauty that walks by? The “I’ll-take-any-chance-at-keno-to-gauge-her-response” kind of arm on the shoulder or hand on her back? I can’t speak for you gentlemen, but I can say that for me, it struck a serious chord. These girls acted towards these guys precisely the way I have acted towards countless attractive “friends” in my life. Beta. Trying to orbit. Gauging reactions instead of growing a pair and asking her out. The list shamefully goes on ad infinitum. What made me even more ashamed of my past was this second guy: Clearly charming, funny, talented, and not only physically attractive, but incredibly desired by almost every woman he met.

He possessed every talent I’d tried to hone in my personality, plus a physique to match (that which I never had). And seeing these gentlemen’s reactions to these women was remarkable. I.E. They didn’t react. Let that hit home for a second, because that’s when I was filled with regret. Regret that I’d wasted so many great years chasing skirts and trying to “win” attention from girls at the expense of my own self interest.

If I had focused on my personal development, they would have been pursuing me. Think of the hours saved, the anxiety spared. Consider how your character, career, and understanding of the world would have been changed if people wanted you and not the other way around.

Lesson Learned:

I spent most of my best years enslaved to women, craving their attention and basing my own self-worth on their own caprice. I was a slave.

Chad Thundercock is no one’s slave. He does what he wants and as a result (<-- this is important) people want him. People want him because he has, selfishly (and rightly) focused on his own development. Everything he has is a natural consequence of that self-ownership.

Stop being enslaved to women, be Chad Thundercock and be free.