I had finally found her. THE girl. Even as I type this, I'm sure you know a girl like this who comes to mind. The one you have oneitis for. I met this girl out of the blue through a mutual friend a few months back. We were friends for a while but things progressed. She's everything I've been looking for, gorgeous, insane body, serious about health and fitness, and comes from a fantastic family. I knew early on it was too good to be true, but it lasted, and I was really starting to believe it.

You believe it for long enough, and you let your guard down. I knew she was different. I could feel it. She was so different that applying the clear concepts of the sidebar started to feel cruel. I knew I was overexposing myself, but I broke protocol and began to sink into beta ways. I thought it would be fine, she said she wanted this. Maybe it was time to grow up and out of my fuckboy ways. She wanted me to tell her everything and open up, so I did. Frame? Non-existent. She wanted to see my sensitive side, she said.

I doubted TRP doctrine, I thought I had transcended the bullshit of sluts. I'm sure you can see where this is going.

Last month she pulls me aside.

"hey, can we talk? something happened"

I knew I was about to face my punishment for doubting TRP, and I did. She told me a guy forced a kiss on her, and she immediately pushed him off. I may have been bitch, but not bitch enough to buy that pile of shit. I coaxed the truth out of a mutual friend, by pretending I had the full confession. The mutual friend, thinking I already knew, openly talked about how she kissed him back. I asked my woman again, "did you kiss him back?". She continued denial. I immediately withdrew any feelings involved but continued to see her after knocking her down to a FWB. That sex was a helluva drug. Everyone drop a "beta bitch" in the comments for your boy.

To my own disappointment in myself, I let things slip back to normal. She swore she wanted to be with me. I made her feel things she "hadn't since she was in highschool". Things were on the up. I knew this girl was different. I couldn't believe TRP has poisoned me into thinking she didn't exist.

Then, just last week, she asks to talk. She tells me about how much she needs to focus on finishing her final year of school strong and thinks we need a break. Just until her life is sorted out. Bullshit. We have a week left. I immediately call her out on this.

I'll skip the ugly details, but after lots of back and forth I get my confession. She wants to see other guys. Probably the same guy she kissed that night a month ago. "Just for a little while till I know what I want, I need to find myself".

That's fine, hopefully when she figures out what she wants she can find some cuck that's okay committing to a ho. It won't be me.

DO NOT second guess TRP. It's all true and exists for a very specific reason. You will learn the same way as me. Learn from my mistakes, don't make them yourself.

TLDR: I doubted TRP and I paid the price. Study sidebar. DO NOT BREAK FRAME. I hope this short anecdote serves as a reminder to any other guys in my position who thought you had transcended TRP. You didn't. She's not your girl.

Edit to add some comments of mine from below-

I will say, this kiss incident miscalculation was definitely a consequence of lockdown. Had I been able to go out and find a new girl I would have walked in a heartbeat. Got no scope ricocheted by xxxCOVID-19xxx.

I am very much still figuring it out. I like to think I make sure I understand a concept enough to form my own thoughts on it versus regurgitating talking points, but even so, putting theory into practice is a different beast. Lines get blurred. Grateful for this lesson. It's funny, in the beginning when things were peachy I was using it as a redpill case study. Once I thought she was different, I bailed on that idea. It turns out that decision is what made it the perfect redpill case study.

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LAST EDIT: While I have this TRP clout, go listen to this counting crows song with the lyrics up!!!!