This post is partly a brag (I'm not ashamed, a lot of the posts in TRP are bragging) but also a sad lament.

I used to be, like a lot of chumps, an orbiter. I would "orbit" hot girls hoping to get them to like me. I had the typical AFC mindset that if I hung around them enough, they would get to know me, realize how awesome I was, and then fuck me. I used to call them all the time to hang out (sometimes with success, sometimes with flakes, sometimes with no response), I would "show up" places I know they'd be, etc...

But about 2 years ago I moved to a big American city (that has a shortage of professional men) with a new mindset. For once I dress well, I have a really well-paying job, and I've been reading PUA and TRP stuff. I start dating. I do well. Sometimes I quickly lose interest in the girl after a few dates. Like a gentleman, I dump them, letting it know it won't work out. Some of them dump me. For most girls, we kind of drift apart, with one of us losing interest and becoming "busy."

But something strange began to happen... many of the girls I lost interest in or dumped became orbiters. It was as if their egos couldn't handle that I didn't like them. I now have a team of 6 solid orbiters. And by that I mean, I have a team of 6 girls who regularly text/call me to hang out, will fuck me whenever I want, and will hang out with me whenever I ask them to unless they have an absolutely urgent commitment (like a wedding or something). They also do very beta things like call me drunk on weekends, or "show up" at parties I'm at, etc... I was at a club with orbiter A one night and she whispers into my ear that another girl is staring at her and making her feel uncomfortable. I turn around and see orbiter B. Orbiter B approaches us and has a chat. I tell orbiter B I can't talk to her because I'm busy. Later in the night orbiter B asks me if I'd like to go to an "after-party" with her. I tell her no, I'll call her later in the week. I do. We fuck. That's how it goes.

I call them "orbiters" rather than "plates" because the term "plates" implies I am investing some commitment/energy/effort into them. But I'm not. I do have plates as well, but I actually care about my plates. I call my plates and schedule dates. I feel nervous about my plates. I may call an orbiter occasionally if I'm bored and I want to fuck, or if I have absolutely nothing else to do that night, but if something else comes up I flake and they never get mad. Nor do my orbiters ever "shit test" me, or flirt with other guys, or flake, or any of that crap. Nor are my orbiters "friends" - I have a whole other set of girls I call friends, who sometimes meet my orbiters. I am much, much nicer to my friends than my orbiters.

Now, it sounds like having orbiters is awesome, but it really makes sad. Here's why: I don't give a fuck about these girls at all. AT ALL. AT ALL. I just don't like them. I dumped them all for a reason: one talks too much, one is boring, one is a hardcore feminist, one is a hardcore Christian, etc... I have very little desire to hang out with any of them and whenever I do its either on accident (the orbiter showed up somewhere I was) or I really just want to fuck. I've told them I won't date them (and the orbiters make it clear they want to date me). Some of them, many times. I tell them about other girls I fuck. I tell them about the other orbiters. Doesn't matter. They don't go anywhere. And I am honestly amazed at how much punishment the orbiters take and still keep coming back. I promised one of my orbiters I would hang out with her every night for a week, and each night I flaked for a different reason. By the end of the week she still wanted to hang out with me. One girl was being annoying at a bar so I left her there. She came back. One girl lives downstairs in my apartment building and lets me go there and fuck her whenever I want, even if I hadn't spoken to her in months.

You may be thinking: What's this guy bragging about? He found 6 losers with low self esteem who will fuck him whenever he wants. Not impressive. But here's the thing: all of my orbiters are considered "catches" - they all have good paying jobs, and they are all at least a 6-8 on the hotness scale. It is true that they may have low self-esteem or "problems" but these are all "high-value" girls. My orbiters have orbiters. My orbiters sometimes have boyfriends. I meet them. I have to tell my orbiters to pay attention to their boyfriends when they are around me. My orbiters will dump their boyfriends if I tell them to.

This whole business has made me sad for several reasons. For one, it made me realize that all my years of orbiting were a horrible mistake. I don't GIVE A FUCK about my orbiters and I now realize that the girls I orbited didn't give a fuck about me. Hurts man. Stingsbro. It also makes me sad that these women, who are amazing women and could make many men very happy, do this to themselves. They have absolutely no dignity whatsoever. I am honest about my intentions and my lack of interest. They don't care. In fact, I think it turns them on. It makes me hate the world and the red pill and human psychology. It also makes me realize how irrational love is. If they had any rational thinking at all, they would ignore me and move on. They don't.

And don't get me wrong. Don't think I'm some super pimp. I'm not. I still go on dates, get flaked, get dumped. I orbit girls. I have one-itis and my one-itis treats me like shit. She flakes on me, flirts with other guys in front of me, leaves me for other guys. I know I'm being irrational and stupid, and I have to kick this habit, but I don't. I know that she doesn't give a fuck about me like I don't give a fuck about my orbiters. I stay. I'm an emotional, irrational idiot. Why do I stay? I think something deep in my soul tells me I can get her back. But I know I can't - if she feels the same way about me that I feel about my orbiters then she doesn't give a fuck about me. The worst part is that many of my orbiters are hotter, younger, and smarter than my one-itis.

I don't know if there is a moral to this story.