I was what you would call a super-beta virgin until I was 23 (27 now). I had everything I could really want because of my family. A good job, luxury cars, only designer clothes and shoes, a 4000 sq ft house to live in by myself, about 80k in cash and savings, was making about 80k between salary and benefits. But I was missing "the one". I was a moderately attractive guy, in decent shape, went out on dates every now and then, but I either wasn't attracted to the girl, or just couldn't get the girl I wanted (raised in a traditional family).

I was just unhappy with the state of my life. So I said to myself, "Fuck this, take control of your life." I went to Amsterdam for a weekend, smoked weed, got hookers, and had a great time.

Then things started to change. I started to treat women differently. I decided to quit my job and get myself into medical school. I landed a really good temporary girlfriend till I went back to school (who happened to be a vegetarian, but she would eat meat with me). We broke up because she was also moving, and I wasn't going to move across the country for her. At this point, I hadn't even taken a science course yet.

Breakup was rough, but I focused on knocking out the medical school prerequisites full-time and getting my ass into medical school. The next summer, we meet up and she tells me that she was upset when she found out I had a party while she was in town around Christmas time and didn't invite her. I then proceeded to tell her I still had feelings for her and wanted to try to get back together. She said she'd think about it.

Well I'm sure you know how that turned out. But I was only upset for about a day. Then, I was just PISSED that she feigned interest just to say no. I flew to Amsterdam again for a few days again, and had an even better time. Threesomes everyday (which, aren't all they're cracked up to be, but it's still fun in a more social way), seeing the city, shopping.

At this point, I was a million times more confident and aggressive than I ever was and had fewer problems with women. I just focused on myself and destroying all of the entrance requirements for med school. I eventually got into a top tier medical school here in the US. Suddenly I saw women's eyes light up when I told them about myself, especially after I got in.

Then, I ate shrooms...yes, shrooms.

And while on these shrooms, I stumbled onto TRP from a "What is the worst subreddit?" thread, and I started reading the sidebar (this was last Nov). It was mind-blowing, to say the least, but it all seemed to make sense, and I could see how I'd been fucking up in the past.

After I started applying TRP principles to my behavior, my dating life completely changed. I've had my fair share of women, even before TRP (not hookers, though I still dabble occasionally). Somehow I got the reputation for being a player. I'm in better shape than ever (not that I was ever in bad shape), I go on dates if I want to (I don't call them dates ;) ), and I quit "puttin' the pussy on a pedestal."

After swallowing TRP, I can finally see. I may not be totally "alpha", but I've killed my worst "beta" tendencies, and that has changed my life.

Thanks, TRP.

You changed my life for the better. I'm happy, healthy, and confident. Couldn't ask for more.