A little back story:

I divorced about two years ago. Became a beta in the relationship, and lost her respect - lesson learned. I've been reading everything on this sub that I can, and last night, I finally saw TRP work.

Myself and four friends headed out for dinner and some drinks last night. No intention of meeting women, we were just looking for a fun Saturday night. We ended up having a very attractive waitress, and I decided to see how things worked on the opposite side of the spectrum. I ended up suppressing most of my old beta behavior, and I guess became a little more rude than normal.

My friends are constantly trying to chat with this waitress, while I basically ignore her and focus on watching the OKC Thunder game. She later returns and I tell her I would like another drink, to which she asks my name so "they know who they are making it for." At this point she had been smiling at me nonstop while shrugging off the conversations of my buddies. Maybe I was wrong, but I assumed that she was just trying to get attention from me, as she had already received it from everyone else at our table. I give her my name, she comes back and hands me my drink. I get up from the table to go smoke a cig, and she's just standing there in my way. Rather than saying excuse me/asking her to move/etc... I calmly put my hands on her hips and nudged her out of my way.

Flash forward an hour and she's bringing us our checks. I sign my credit card receipt, and then examine my ticket. Seems that our waitress had placed my drinks wrong, and I had been overcharged for my two drinks. She notices me looking at my ticket and asks if there is anything wrong. I tell her not to worry about it. She proceeds to ask me two or three more times what's wrong, while I'm trying to watch the end of the game. Without saying a word, I shoo her off with my hand. Immediately the white knights at the table jump in and start calling me an asshole for waving her off, and even telling me to apologize to her. I look at our waitress, I don't say a word, and I return to watching the game. At this point one of the white knights just feels awful, and leaves the table to go apologize to her for my behavior. The old me would have never done anything like that, but I kept telling myself that it didn't matter if I had her approval or not, so I didn't really care to change my attitude or apologize.

Our waitress comes back, and apologizes to me. She says she could tell I was upset about something, so she decided to comp both of my drinks - I thank her, and we all get up from the table to leave. She goes to her register, and rather than leaving, I made my first approach in months. I walked straight to her, and asked her what time she got off. She said about two hours, and I told her to come to my place. Normally I wouldn't have ever been that straight forward, but I thought, fuck it, what do I have to lose? She agreed, and I handed her my phone and told her to put her number in, and that I would text her my address.

Fast forward to later that night, she arrives at my place, and she's basically all over me from the start. I ended up breaking a several month long dry spell, made us some coffee in the morning, and then told her I had to head out to do some things today. She asked me when she could see me again, and I told her I'd let her know.

Perhaps I didn't do everything correctly, but I gave no fucks the whole night, and it worked out perfectly for me. Even in the wake of the white knights chastising my behavior, I ended up being the one at the table who slept with her. It's unreal to me. I've only slept with one other girl the same night I met her, and I've never just been blatantly blowing off a girl like that before. The Red Pill worked - and I suddenly feel like I'm on a whole different playing field than the other guys I know. Most importantly, I realize how important it is to just be me, and stop putting women on a pedestal. Never going back to that beta shit. Fuck that.