Hello Gentlemen of the Red Pill,

My bros call me Soap, I affectionately call myself: The People’s Asshole. Don’t ask why they call me Soap.

As you can all tell by the title, I have a question on theory. Before that, a little about myself. I’m 27, American, I am a Black Mexican. Fairly good looking. I never had a problem getting them, it was always keeping them. I learned why that was for myself, and it had a lot to do with my frame. I made the proper adjustments, and tweaked some things in my character. It remains a constant improvement. I’m in fairly good shape. I know everyone on TRP preaches, “LIFT,” but I’m more calisthenics (body weight workouts, cardio focused). My races make me a wide dude by nature, so those types of workouts help me maintain.

I took my first Red Pill back in 2014, and haven’t stopped since. If I can say anything about my experience, and I guess this is for the guys that are within their first few months to a year of taking theirs: This is not going to be an over-night change. It takes a lot of work to change from what we’ve been conditioned to believe. It took me a while to purge that learning from my system. I’m 5 years into this and didn’t start seeing results until Year 3. What lead me to this is a very long story, and that is not what I would like to discuss in this post.

Like I said, this is about theory. Specifically, with Orbiters (just a fancy name for being friend-zoned). I understand what Orbiters are from being one in my past. We’ve all been one, hence why we are all here. The question that I am posing is this:

Do women NEED Orbiters?

Other than having them around for free attention, and them being what I like to call, “walking wallets,” do they serve a particular purpose to the women even though she knows she isn’t banging them? What other reasons do they have them around for other than their own security? I know the typical sayings that the women will through out:

“He’s one of my best friends!” “He’s like a brother!”

Of course, as Red Pilled men, just the sound of these statements makes us sick to our stomachs.

This is the scenario:

I’ve worked for a Fortune 500 company for almost 8 months now. I am not going to say which one. I am sure you’ve all used this company since their facilities are popping up all over the country. In our warehouse there are a LOT women. From 2’s to 9’s. I know I didn’t say 10’s because no woman is. Everyone has room to improve.

Our facility is fairly new, so this has been an adjustment all the way around. Personally, I believe working with women is a liability. So I keep a set of rules to keep myself safe and out of the hair of HR since this #METOO bullshit is destroying the lives of some good men all on accusations:

  1. Speak only about work with the women in there, and don’t stray to other topics, and
  2. No coworkers. Under any circumstance. Period.

My male coworkers, on the other hand, don’t see any issue with getting cozy with our female counterparts. I don’t try to openly Red-Pill anyone (learned that lesson the hard way), but I will through out my opinion whenever it is asked for. They think I’m the weird one for keeping myself protected. If they want to screw up their lives, that’s on them.

After being there for so long, I ended up finding out that there is a little watering hole that opens up for our company early after we get out of work (I’m a graveyard shifter). I go in one morning after having a long night to recap the work night with my manager, through back a few, then go home (Don’t judge me, 6am to you is 6pm for me, and I want a beer after work dammit!). I see two, a male and female pair, that I always see hanging out at work. The woman is sitting with her girls and him, getting loud and taking shots while the dude is sitting there with a pissed off look on his place. She has her back to him the entire time while she proceeds to flirt with me and a few other men from our company that are in there relaxing. It is very apparent to me and to everyone else that this guy is in to this woman. She is getting wild while this guy is watching and stewing in his own anger. I wanted to go to him to give him this great knowledge that I have come to understand, but he was not going to accept it. He still had that hope in his face.

I did get a moment to actually speak with him for a little bit. The conversation goes, then he swings it over to the girl since I know he saw her flirting:

Dude: “Yeah, I just really care about her.” Me: “Yeah man, that’s obvious. You know there are plenty of women out there right? This isn’t the end of the situation for you.” Dude: “Yeah, yeah, plenty of fish in the sea, and all that. Well, I don’t think you get it man. She IS the one for me. It’s just going to take her some time to realize I’m the man for her.” Thinking to myself: "Dude, if you only knew..."

Remember when we used to have that hope about these things? The way he said it sounded so rehearsed that it felt like I was talking to myself 10 years ago. My heart broke for the guy. Some time later, I end up in the same place with a buddy of mine, and he happens to bring this guy and that girl up as we notice that she’s pulled up in her car. This particular time, Dude wasn’t with her. So I asked him if he noticed that and he says, “Man, everyone notices that. HAHA!” We get in, sit down and make our orders. Girl was there for about 20 minutes before she decided to leave. I said to my buddy, “Hmm, looks like she’s one and done.” He then tells me, “Yeah I think because [Dude] isn’t here. She apparently feels more comfortable when he’s around.”

That’s about when this question dawned on me. Why is that a factor? She can get that attention from anyone. Why does that matter who she gets it from? Is it because Dude’s attention is guaranteed? Is that some level of security for her? What do you guys think?

In the words of the great Chris Rock, “Being friend-zoned by a woman is like having a dick in a glass case. In case of emergency, break open glass!”

Thanks for reading, my Red Pilled Brethren. Cheers.