Last week, a plate of mine was getting dressed after an enjoyable romp in the sheets. As she prepared to leave my dorm room, she said, \"We should stop this... don't text me anymore, ok?\" (She was obviously far from serious). I (still lying naked on my bed) chuckled and said, \"Of course not. I expect you'll call me by tomorrow anyways.\" She said something like, \"You wish!\" then left.

Fast forward to this weekend. I cut contact over the week, and was out with some friends on Saturday night when I received the following text: \"When I said don't text me, it was my way of telling you to text me.\" I laughed, ignored it, and continued enjoying my night.

This exchange is hilarious in the way it exposes a number of Red Pill principles: first and foremost, it demonstrates the effectiveness of radio silence. Her \"don't text me\" comment was a shit-test that was easily passed by agreeing. She wanted to see if I would cave, and when I did not, the hamster wheels started spinning; how could he be ignoring me? Why won't he contact me? I wasn't even consciously maintaining frame here; I simply forgot about her. She, however, obviously did not forget about me.

Another interesting thing is the admittance that women do not mean what they say. Her way of telling me to text her was telling me not to text her... slightly absurd, for a man, but that's just the way women operate.

I hope you all get as much of a kick out of this as I did.