I was always pretty beta. Although both my parents were there growing up, I never really got any advice regarding romantic interactions. I like to think my factory setting was always red, but sometime around the age of 9 some girl in the 4th grade probably spiked my kool-aid with blue pixy stix.

Anyway, I'm 21 now. Junior in college. I started getting red pill leanings at the end of sophomore year of high school when my cousin told me about the whole pick-up artist thing. I'd never gotten laid or kissed a girl before, so that shit seemed pretty rad. I dove full face into it for months. Just reading and reading pua shit. I got my first girlfriend and kiss out of it, but never laid, and deep inside, although the concept was still foreign to me, I was still one blue skinned motherfucker that just liked to wear red t-shirts.

I never understood what the fuck was wrong with me. Whatever it was, it had to be something deeply fucked up. I always treated girls amazingly. I was never a jerk to them. And to top it off, apparently I'm very good looking (girls say I have this Johnny Depp vibe going on nowadays). Every now and then, girls would show interest in me. The interesting thing was, they were always incredibly hot girls. Never an ugly one. Maybe I wasn't so fucked up after all? Then I'd see them for a while. Those usually peaked at a kiss, and then they'd go off with someone who didn't look like he'd just fucked a smurf with their personality.

The interesting thing to me was how every now and then, I would give girls shit for no reason, and I derived an incredible amount of fucking joy in those small instances of watching them flip their shit. They were oddly into it (which I now realize). Right after I'd go back to being nice because I wanted to get laid, and I never did. Red pill wanting to break out?

Fast forward to junior year of college. I find TheRedPill. Crazy how reading stuff on a computer screen and sorting through the "random" subreddit can change your fucking life. I had no trouble whatsoever swallowing the pill. No denial, no bargaining, nothing. It all immediately made sense to me, which indicated to me there was a person under my nice frame that had been fighting arduously all these years to come out.

Fuck, this is supposed to be a field report. Let's get to that shit. I meet this girl, we'll call her "girl" for the sake of accuracy. First girl I'd actively gamed after swallowing the pill. She lives in my affinity house in college. From the beginning of the semester, I'm just a fucking asshole to her. Make fun of her all the time, mock her when she tries to start venting about her problems in front of me, refusing to buy her shit like food even if she asks nicely when we're all hanging out. Slowly I start to notice she's fucking into me. Just for the record, she would call me an asshole an average of 8.5 times per day (the .5 is because on the last one I pinned her down halfway through and started making out with her).

So yeah, I do the whole slow burn thing because I'm fucking entertained by this. Slowly escalating by the day. We watch movies 2 times that end in heavy make-out sessions. I listen to her moan when I pin her down and make out with her. She thought I was some fucking stud that had slain 2000 girls although I'm actually still a virgin. I was really, really amused. I think I am that stud she saw me as, it just so happened that for the last couple years apparently I never forgot to put on my blue fucking face paint before going out every morning.

Anyway. Last night. She sends me some e-mail in the afternoon with a clip of some tv show with the line "Watch with me later?". I wait a couple hours to respond, and then say "Nah I'm good." I let her marinate for half an hour and then reply: "I'll be home around 10. Dinner better be on the table when I get home." as a joke. Time comes, she pretends to watch the show (I'm actually into the fucking show, so I blew her off a couple times). Then I started escalating. Eventually she asks if we can just turn off the TV. Fuck man, I'm going to miss the last segment of this awesome show. Oh well.

Heavy make-out session. She stops at one point. "Question. Do you want to go upstairs?" she says. We head up to her room on the third floor, but I stop by my room to grab a condom first. We get up there. Yada yada escalation. Take her shirt off. Make-out more. Rip off her bra. Suck on her tits. Give her hickeys. Moaning and shit. This went on for about 10 minutes, and quite frankly, I wasn't even hard because she wasn't doing jack-shit, just taking it. Started getting bored. Move to her pants. "Take off your pants", I say.

LMR. Kind of expected it, even though I'd never gotten laid before. She says (while we're making out):

"It's probably a good idea to talk about my limits." (Her) "Don't want to hear about it." (Me). Keep nibbling her neck. "I just feel like I'll feel a lot less used if I don't actually have sex with you. But let's keep doing this. This is fun." (Her) I don't say anything for about a minute, and keep biting on her neck. Moans and shit. "You're having too much fun with this." (Me). "Yeah, not doing any of the work is great." (Her)

Now, that pissed me off, but I didn't react angrily. I nibbled on her neck for another minute. Then I pinned her down again with her arms above her head, and said:

"I bet. Tomorrow you can do all the work then." Then I jumped off the bed, grabbed my boots (fuck, she still has my awesome shirt), put my belt on, and walked out. Her face was priceless.

I didn't get laid, but being able to say fuck it and walk off assertively after realizing she wasn't going to put out made me feel powerful. I get a feeling the old me would have acted completely desperate and tried to kiss ass for weeks to get her in the sack. Not today girl, not today.

We'll see how it goes with this girl now. Thank you, TRP. And hey, don't be a lemon, be a rosebud!

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