Intro: I've been living the Red Pill. Recently my days consist of careful planning: nutrition, fitness, business, the social and even my leisure time. My ambitions give me purpose and I do what must be done to obtain them. Excuses and complaints are for the weak-minded, the goal-less, the pond scum. And surely I am not one of them. My kingdom is ruled by bold action and careful preparation. My free time simply isn't. Leisure consists of reading the next non-fiction book on the shelf and analyzing my understanding of it. I've been checking off my to-do list perfectly and I have results to show for it. I'm on a path of consistent self-improvement in all manageable aspects. And there lies the problem: I've been in a productivity & results-based daze that allowed me to miss something: The unmanageable.

Body: Kick back one week. As I was leaving the gym heading home I realized that the next 5 days were planned to a T. I always leave 'in between' time to allow myself some freedom between tasks but now I was already thinking "I can get this done between this and this" and it had to stop. I freed up my Friday and texted my friend Courtney. She's a cute 19 year old uni freshman I met at the gym. Our gym schedules intertwine and I've been flirting with her for the past few weeks, building some tension. She agreed to grab an early lunch Friday.

I pull up to her place and she steps outside. She's in a tank top and a green sundress - those scarf-like things girls wear over bikini bottoms. She's all smiles as usual. Definitely the half-full type. We go to a little vegan taco place that just opened up. They don't advertise that they're vegan, cause hipster, so I'm confused when my tacos show up without beef. Whatever. She asks me the usual what-do-you-do and I don't really provide any concrete answers. Mysterious as usual yo.

As we're leaving the weird taco place she asks "So I guess this is the part where you invite me over to your place right?" My response is a sarcastic "Ha" as I start my car. She was a little confused when she realized I was going back towards her apartment.

"Oh is the day already over? I told you my roommate is home it's a little awk...."

"No, grab the weed you won't shutup about. We're going camping for the day."

She rolled several joints and we took a 4 hour drive to my parents cottage. We kayaked a bit then I laid out a blanket on a grass ridge overlooking the lake. We spent hours there and burned ample calories. God I love building tension for weeks only to let it all go in a moment of bliss. Pure ecstasy. She's cuddled up to me as we lay naked staring at the clouds passing by.

"This turned out way better than I expected... and I had really high hopes! Let's lay here forever. Fuck everything and everyone else this is perfect."

"It is. I wish."

"You wish? Let's just do it. I can take a week off, you probably have a million vacation hours saved up. Let's just do it."

"I have obligations. Commitments I have to stick to. Don't you? There are consequences to bailing on them, you know. As great as this is."

"Duh, of course. My boss would lose his shit if I didn't show up all week. But so what? What's the point of working so hard if you can't just say fuck it and spend a week or two in paradise on a whim?"

"And the gym? What happened to all that 'keeping up my godly physique' talk?" Here I am being logical, obviously not a good way to communicate this with her at the time. Damn weed!

"Fuck it! I'll catch up. Let's do it!" she replied.

I didn't spend a week there, but we only left Saturday night. There I was, enjoying the first completely free day I've had in two months. Laying naked with a beautiful girl watching the clouds float by. Bliss. She was willing to drop everything - her job, the gym and all other obligations to experience pure enjoyment and love for a short amount of time. Everything important to me: my goals, my business, fitness, my job... all meaningless to her. The concrete, the manageable and the logical was all out of the way when she wrapped her arms around me. She was free to love and laugh without worry. I had it covered. This is true femininity.

Lessons learned: Don't let the angry red-haired RadFems fool you. They're just confused and alone. When there is masculine-feminine harmony... women are fucking beautiful. AWALT, boys.