Intro

Since swallowing the red pill, I, like many reformed betas, have come to see things, particularly women, for what they really are. Unfortunately for women themselves, as well as certain blue pills friends of mine, the red pill truth is not abundantly clear. Let me elaborate.

Body

Before joining TRP in the Spring, I hadn't had sex in two years. Now, I go to the gym 4-6 days a week, am putting on muscle mass that I never have seen in my life, am focus on my career and myself, and have an abundance of women available. Suddenly, I don't want them for anything more than sex, and they want me for more. But I digress.

Not every encounter with a woman, even after swallowing the pill, works out to our advantage. For example, I spent time with an HB7 in February/March, during which time I was still a bluepill. Things between us seemed to be going well - I thought - leading towards a long-term relationship, which I put on a pedestal as the make-or-break definition of manhood (how ironic.) However, I was needy. I was acting like a beta bitch. I don't blame her backing off and ghosting me, which is ultimately what happened.
Recently, I ran into one of her friends at a bar. Her friend asked about us. My response? The truth: that there was nothing going on.

"But she's so cute!" she said.
But she's so cute. She's cute, so nevermind her behavior.

Post-red pill, I met an HB7 or so that showed massive interest in me. Got her number. She wanted to meet up for lunch. Texted her; she said she was interested, but would have to wait until (insert day.) I accomodated and said, "sounds good, how about (location) at 12:00?"

...no response.

Next day, I text her again. "Hey, does (location) at 12:00 work for you?"

Again - no response.

Since swallowing TRP everything I've read here has come true. So I had no choice but to absolutely hard next her. I did not text her or contact her again after that.

But then, I saw her last night.

We happened to be meeting at a mutual location and she found out I'd be there, so she texted me. "Hey, sorry I disappeared for a month, I was busy, blah blah" Yeah, too busy to send a text? I ignored her, but did end up saying "see ya there."

When I arrived I totally betrayed myself. She started talking to me and flirting with me and I went with it, even though I knew it was a dead end. I had hard nexted her, but essentially gave her permission to walk all over me but indulging. Gentleman, trust your gut in these types of situations. Don't do what I did. Respect yourself. I didn't have a strong feeling that anything was going to come of talking to her; and rightly so.

My friend pulled me aside later and asked me what was happening between us, and I brought him up to speed. I told him I wasn't getting my hopes up for anything because of her ghosting antics.

Lo and behold; after we left, I texted her and told her we should grab drinks sometime. She never responded.

But do you want to know what my friend said to me when he pulled me aside to ask about her?

"She's cute though, isn't she?"

Bottom Line

If you tell me a girl is cute, I say: so is a squirrel. So is a dog. So is a gerbil. So is a baby cuddling 5 kittens and 8 puppies on a fluffy blanket.

What I'm really saying is that it doesn't matter. They don't get a pass to misbehave because they are "cute." No one, and I mean no one has the right to disrespect you. I don't care if they're an HB3 or an HB10; their vagina does entitle them to your attention. This also goes for all the chads out there who AMOG you in the hallway at school, on the way to class on campus, and in your office.

Respect yourself because no one else will if you don't respect yourself first. Never compromise on that. I never will again.