Long before I learned about TRP and MRP I used this metaphor to help me manage my relationships and to help friends of mine who were struggling to gain control of theirs.

Some of you may be at least somewhat familiar with it by now, as I've repeated some core parts of it many times in my replies, but if you haven't it goes like this:

By nature, men are lions, and women are lion tamers. Women LOVE wild, unpredictable, independent, self sufficient, powerful, unruly, dangerous lions. They're obsessed with catching them and taming them.

So they offer them juicy red meat (pussy) to lure them into a cage (LTR/marriage), and then feed them a steady diet of it until they become loyal and dependent. It's so easy to get red meat inside that cage--why would the lion ever leave?

Over time a lion's loyalty begins to overcome his rationality. He loves the lion tamer. Even if sometimes she forgets to feed him. I mean, she always feeds him eventually. Even though it's only one kind of meat, and frankly, he's getting kind of bored with it. He really misses the variety that the wild provides, but the lion tamer told him that if he leaves the cage and eats anything else, she'll get mad and his gravy train will stop. So he fights his natural urges and repeats to himself over and over that this meat is all he needs. It's safe, it's fairly reliable. No reason to risk that.

Sometimes he has to perform tasks for the lion tamer in order to get fed. But they're not very big tasks. Not like leaving the cage and trying to hunt again. And it's been so long since he last hunted, does he even remember how? In fact, he's gotten pretty out of shape since being in there, even if he knew how would he even be fast enough to catch any food? But he knows he can do those tasks though. So no problem. He'll just keep doing that.

But as time goes on, he notices that doing them doesn't always result in being fed. Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. And frankly, the quality of the meals has really dropped. Not only are they infrequent and unreliable but they're bland and dry. It doesn't even taste that good. Sure some of that is because he's used to it but he can tell when a meal takes effort and when it doesn't. She's not even tenderizing it anymore.

So the lion starts to get angry and starts to roar at the tamer. But that only seems to make things worse. So in desperation the lion starts searching for ways to please her--tries to crack the code. He does everything she asks, and even things she doesn't. But his meals remain so sporadic and unpredictable he can never get his bearings and develop a rational plan for securing his food. So he just tries everything every day all the time and hopes for the best. She's become like a volcano goddess and all he can do is grovel and pray.

Until one day the lion wakes up and he sees that while he slept, another cage has been constructed during the night right next to his and his tamer is with another lion inside, giving him all the juicy, tender, deep-red meat he wants (she even lets the lion fuck her in the ass).

He roars at the other lion, he roars at the lion tamer, but she merely glances at him in contempt and tells him to get lost. So he leaves. Stunned, hurt, humiliated, angry, and hungry, he's forced to hunt again but his muscles are weak, his senses are dull, and his memory of how to survive in the wild is faint.

And so off he goes to rebuild himself again, if he can.

So what did the lion do wrong?

Should he not have taken her juicy red meat in the first place?

We all know what the MGTOW incels would say.

Should he have taken the meat but refused to ever enter her cage?

We all know what the 19 year old sages and jaded divorcees on the main sub would say.

But you and I know that hunting gets exhausting. We all remember what it was like. Sure it felt great to make a kill, and sometimes you make a big kill and it feeds you for several days in a row, or you get on a roll and make several kills in a week and so you're flyin high for a while.

But waking up day after day, week after week, month after month, goin out, drinking, partyin, textin, tinderin, over and over and over and over and over and over and over...

It's fucking exhausting.

Plus you wanted to live forever and thus you wanted to have kids.

And you knew that being married was the best way to raise those kids.

And you may even have been prescient enough to know that there are quite a few other social and economic benefits to being married that you wanted to obtain.

And yet, because of the red pill we know the risks that LTRs and marriages present.

So are we just fucked?

I have learned for myself that the answer to that is no.

Women invest a lot of time and effort to get a wild lion into a cage with them. And the more we invest in something, the more we value it and the more forgiving of it we will be.

We love things that are difficult to obtain. Women love men because they are unruly and disobedient and confident and horny and independent and it takes a lot of work to capture their attention and to keep it.

Likewise they despise that which comes easy to them. If a man is attentive and available and helpful and obedient and well-mannered and faithful, where the fuck is the fun in that? What happened to their wild lion?

You know, when you swing from one branch to another, you first have to feel you've got a good enough grip with one hand to let go with the other in order to make the leap. Pretty hard to do that if you can barely hang on with two, right?

And yet you're surprised when she branch swings, Mr. yes ma'am-goodie-two-shoes-faithful-husband-good-christian-daddy-man?

You never go out with the boys. Never work out. Never cheat. Never flirt. Never even look. And apologize or DEER when you do. Eat whatever she puts in front of you, however much she puts in front of you. No interests. No hobbies. No talents. No muscles. No friends. No confidence. No backbone. Come straight home after work. Never take more than 3 seconds to text back. Ask her permission to do things. Never lead. Ask her where she wants to eat. Where she wants to sit. What movie she wants to see. If she feels like hanging out with friends that weekend or not. Ask her what YOUR calendar looks like that week, and every week.

I can practically hear your wife fucking your neighbor right now.

She wants a wild lion. No matter what she SAYS after you get married, that's what she wants. AWALT.

And believe it or not, you probably used to be one. Get back to that, and you'll be just fine.