Hello dear readers, while I am yet another voice in the echochamber telling you shit you already know; I am here to proudly tell how TRP has personally changed my life for the better. So if any of you reading are just starting out, possibly losing your edge, or simply don't believe a word of it then it's time to pour the coffee, let the dog out, and have a good long read.
It was only 6 months ago that I joined TRP. I remember vividly my start at getting into reddit, A site for hipsters, tweens, and shitty political rants? What the hell possessed me to even browse this retched hellhole? I began to tap the random button, bored and nearly falling asleep. Then it happened, a little page popped up with a cherry red trim. Calling itself /r/TheRedpill, this dainty little sub with so few subscribers was probably a matrix fansub. As I reached once more for the random button, my eyes caught the headlines. “People hate TRP because this shit works.” I was curious, what are they talking about? I wondered. One simple click opened a swirling mass of words, charged with ideas that I had never heard before.
The reason I was a failure with women is not because I hadn't found the one, but because I didn't understand what they wanted.
The concept was an electrical shock. I was raised believing in love, in valiantly living your life in chivalry, patiently waiting for the mystical one that god put on this green earth solely for me.
At the time I was a fucking loser. There's no other way of putting it. At 25, With a platinum V-card reserved for my soulmate, I was sitting on a cushion-y 245-250 pounds, with unkempt hair curling around my greasy face, which might have distracted you from my scraggly pubic-sack of a beard that was slowly devouring my head. I had the confidence of a slinky on a ladder. Not to fear though! My chivalristic strength and good nature would surely make a true woman swoon over my other, fantastic qualities, right?
In a word: No. The niceities and charm made their vaginas' dryer than the dustbowl. My eagerness to please(nice guy) and desperate need for attention(affectionate) simply could not make a woman find me desirable. If you listen to the squawking bulks on feminista mountain, things like being fat or not shaving are attractive! Giving a woman validation to boot is the only way!! Those lines are more full of shit than their bloated colons.
There was one awful date that catalyzed my ability to understand TRP. A large woman with a hook nose, a 3 that was madly interested in me. I took her out a few times, everything seemed to be going well... then it started. I was hit with more shit tests than a truckstop restroom. This fiery behemoth tore me down more quickly than a terrorist with a 747. Everything you could think of: my looks, what I ate, my family, getting mad that I found her new glasses attractive, aaaand so on. The most ridiculous moment was when she told me to decide what movie to take her to, then proceeded to complain that I wanted to take her to a movie, because she had a headache. She wanted sex, and wasn't shy to talk about it. The problem for me was that every third word out of her gelatinous hole was rape. Would I rape her, would she rape me, was my kissing rape, if we swim together would I try to rape her in the water, and how pathetic I was for being a virgin.
It took finding out that she fucked her ex-fiance behind my back (which she neglected to mention recently seperating from) to finally muster enough self-respect to dump her. I got hit with the lets-be-friends, and as a beta, I promptly agreed while deleting her from my phone. She never called.
We return to the beginning of my story, sitting at my computer, sloshing down my sadness with mountain dew. The failures in my love life were breaking me. I had no outlet and the internet was the only distraction capable of keeping me from kissing the 12 gauge in the other room. Whether by divine intervention, sheer coincidence, or Steve Jobs I had stumbled across this subreddit.
At first I was shocked, then I was angry, then I was depressed, but finally, and most importantly, I found resolve. It was time to stop blaming everything but myself. I read. Everything. Lapping up every letter like a starving rescue animal; I watched in awe as the mysteries of my love life unraveled, Oz's machinations were unsheathed with a raw ferocity.
Taking a long shower, I began a ritual of sorts. I said unto myself quietly that never again would I allow myself to fall into complacency. My share of time on this ethereal plane was no longer to be wasted. I shaved my hair and face, an symbolic gesture of uncovering a new man. I joined a gym, it was time to shed the misery that manifested itself as fat. Busting my ass by day, and reading TRP at night, I began my journey.
My attitudes have changed, I forgave hypergamy, and no longer blame women for being themselves. I now care for myself first and foremost. Only after I have taken care of me can I truly attend to others. I don't judge men without first placing myself beside them, using my empathy as a means to understand someone outside my predicaments.
I have seriously improved my physique. I have lost a massive amount of body fat, and as I continue my weight slowly declines. I now weigh 226 pounds, thankfully my numerical shortcomings are counterbalanced by a large increase in muscle mass. In those six months I now lift double the weight, increasing bi-weekly.
I have a bit of a shitty job, I don't make as much money as I'd like to. I am now putting serious effort in finding a career suitable for my talents, in the meantime I have taken up a hobby. I draw (badly) comics in Mspaint, once my tax returns come in I'll have a proper tablet to draw on. While these accomplishments are small, they are steps towards the best I can achieve. With that I am finally happy with who I am.
My confidence has soared. I receive complements often from friends and family who used to steer away from the subject. When out in public I turn girls heads and have at times had a few women casually flirt with me. The alpha training I have received from /r/TheRedPill has given me the ability to create and enjoy these moments. I'm no longer scared of what people might think of me, because I am what I am, and if I'm doing my all to be the best version of me that I possibly can, then fuck anyone who looks down upon me.
It's time for me to share the piece 'de resistance'. I have recently met a girl on okcupid. She's funny, cute, and intelligent. I established my frame and maintained a friendly but pointed conversation. Within 2 days she started talking to me about sex. I had no idea what this girl would be like, and If you saw this girl you would think that she's a gentle, sweet butterfly who would gently wrap around you in missionary. Hah. Hahaha. This girl is a kinky bitch. A perfect platform for me to display my dominance. Feminists cry rape for everything TRP does; Surely we hunt down innocent girls and take advantage of them! Let me tell you, I had no idea or inclinations to her sexual nature. It was my Alpha frame that brought out her true intentions of desiring unspeakable acts of degrading sex.
After some more messaging, and a few texts, I went to her place. Meeting her for the first time, I proceeded to fuck her brains out. Your virgin author checked off more sexual fantasies in one night than most men can masturbate to in their lifetimes. It lasted for hours, and it was mind-boggling for both of us. By the way, never tell a girl that you're a virgin. It's pussy kryptonite. She exclaimed before we got into bed that she fucked a virgin once, and hated it. I decided that all she needed to know was that I was either a great lover, or a potentially shitty one with room to grow. She still doesn't know that I stuffed my V-card and blended it inside her. It doesn't matter at this point, she texted me the following day giggling over how soaked her sheets were. We're going to meet again soon.
So there you have it folks. My short story detailing how /r/TheRedpill turned a fat neckbeard virgin into a confident, sexual powerhouse. All without raping or destroying society. I have not a single shred of bitterness, and now I can laugh maniacally at my old ways. If you're new, I hope you stick with us. The great minds in here can show you the way, all you have to do is follow through.