Fated To Be Fat

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Earlier this week I was caught in the social media cross hairs a bit after a tweet I sent rubbed some folks the wrong way. As a person who has struggled with weight for most of his life, I wanted to make a statement that was a bold conveyance of what I’ve been exposed to in my quest to be healthy. Fat shaming.

This particular tweet was met with resistance from so called “fat acceptance advocates” who recoiled in disgust that fat people couldn’t be considered attractive. But, especially in my experiences, the above is true. But no one wants to talk about it. So let’s talk about it.

Obesity

Obesity stats are staggering in the United States. Nearly 66% of adults in the United States are overweight. That’s an increase of nearly 40% over the last 50 years. 70 million people (roughly 50/50 men/women) are obese, that’s about 20% of our population. 57 million adults are diagnosed as pre-diabetic, with 23 million now diabetic, and these numbers are predicted to go up as the health crisis of obesity affects more people. Life expectancy has gone down in large part to this epidemic. So what’s caused it?

With access to cheap, unhealthy food, and the severe lack of exercise and activity in children and adults in the United States, the problem only increases as we become more technologically savvy. These days, not only is the access to food easier, but you can now have it delivered. Cooking as a skill has vanished, and most folks eat out as in the early part of 2016, the food service industry reported nearly $750 billion in revenue.

Unhealthy foods are cheaper and access is easier than at any other time in history. This is fueling the fattening up of America, and my own experiences have helped to shape my views of this epidemic.

The Fat Pilled Dad

I’ve struggled with my weight my whole life.

When I started 6th grade, I was a whopping 220 lbs, but only 5’10”. I was bullied and harassed constantly as I also had ample man boobs. I was made fun of most every day, victimized simply because I was fat. I had the trifecta (fat, glasses, man boobs), so I wasn’t spared the punishments of bullies. This harassment then doubled in on itself, causing me to stress eat. It was a vicious cycle that many young Americans are going through now. I did, however, see a change as I started to get involved in sports and other activities in high school.

My sophomore year in high school, I shot up to 6″4, thereby making my fat disappear as it had more height to cover. I started to lean out as I continued to be involved in activities. This period in my life was my a good fitness time, where between high school and college, I was exercising pretty regularly. I played soccer, basketball, and racquetball, and was involved in marching band most of my high school career. I really started to see the benefits of exercise in this time, but my memory was short lived.

As I graduated high school and then college, I still had periods where I would be inactive and gain weight back. I would go between my target weight of 250 and back up to 280. I tried diets, and would again and again realize that my activity would seem to determine my weight loss. My senior year of college, I would leave class and do drive thru food everyday, sometimes eating 15-20 bucks worth of food. I didn’t go to the gym, and my inactivity was out kicking my caloric coverage. This yo-yo diet continued until my marriage in 2005.

After my marriage, the blue pilled beta took over and I ballooned to over 300 lbs. I would take down a large plate of nachos with ease, order 20-25 bucks worth of fast food, and continued my bad habits. My ex-wife didn’t like to cook, and although she was a dietitian, we would eat out at a record pace. My ex and I would have periods where we would get back into shape, doing Beachbody and getting back to the gym, but my diet would always hurt my progress. I flirted with 300 on several occasions after getting down to 270. Stress eating was the story of my life, with my sugar intake going crazy every time I was at work.

Then came my wake up call…

The Mortality Epiphany

I got the news one day at work.

A good friend of mine, a 40 year old divorced father of three, had suffered a massive heart attack, and died. Andy was a great guy, and this three kids lost an amazing person. He had just been through a terrible divorce after his wife cheated on him, and was engaged to another woman who we really didn’t support as his next wife. It connects that most men who are blue pilled suffer from obesity issues. But he was just trying to live his life and move on, start over. And just like that, he was gone.

I was in the middle of a separation with my wife, and at 39 years old, and as a father of two, I was shaken. This was a man who’d eaten about the same way I had, had also been a high school football star, and was very close to me in his life habits and experiences. This type of thing could happen to me. And where would my kids be? Where would this leave them?

This was officially the low point of my life. I tipped the scales at 305 lbs. and was in the midst of severe depression. My kids, upon hearing the news of my friend’s death, told me they were worried about me. They didn’t want their dad to end up in the same way. Nothing shocks a system more than listening your kids tell you that they’re worried about your health.

“Dad, we love you and we don’t want you to die.”

The Long Fight Back

So, I had to do something. Along with my kid’s concerns, my ex-wife’s insults of my weight, and even women I was trying to date commenting that “they don’t date or sleep with fat guys,” I knew what I had to do.

I’ve often extolled the benefits of therapy in my blog, and once again, I was helped in yet another way by it. One day, not long after my children expressed their concerns, my psychologist told me straight up, “You’re fat. you’ve been fat most of your life. Why don’t you change that?” I was speechless. I was being fat shamed by my doctor…

“The nerve”, I thought. But what could I do? He was correct. I needed to get this done and never look back. So on the eve on my 42nd birthday, at a bit over 295 lbs, I finally committed to my new life. I renewed my gym membership. I started walking during work. I turned down the donuts. I started cooking more. My meal preps would be legendary. More water was consumed. I started intermittent fasting. The weight started to come off. My clothes were fitting looser. I watched my pants size drop from 42 to 38. In a matter of 6 months, I dropped close to 30 lbs, and went from 40% body fat to 29.9%.

It was happening, finally. I was doing it.

My gym commitment jumped from cardio two times a week to 4-5 days a week strength training. My meal prep included less carbs, and more veggies and protein. I was learning. I was reading. I was doing it.

Today, I’m down to 265 lbs. I’ve lost 40 lbs, and 5 inches off my waist. I still have work to do, but I’m feeling the best I’ve ever felt. I’m in better shape than men 10 years younger than me.

I do a ton of body weight exercises, as well as squats and dead lifts. Strength training, meal prep, and intermittent fasting have been my go to’s. My goal is 250lbs and 15 – 18% body fat. And also the ability to be active with my kids, as well as inspire them to stay healthy. My poor relationship with food has been replaced by my kids and I cooking healthy meals together. They will respect the food they put in their body, as well as the importance of being active.

So back to the crux of this blog post. Fat shaming worked for me. It took everyone telling me they were concerned about my health, and several women I was interested in telling me straight up that they weren’t attracted to fat guys to get me to take action. The shaming felt bad enough to get me to make a change, finally, especially when I had a decent support system to do this.

I will say this. Every person out there who’s had a problem with weight their whole lives needs to see a therapist. Being fat is not only a physical problem, but it’s primarily a psychological one. Low self esteem fuels the collapse into terrible eating habits and lack of activity. So getting in to see a good shrink is paramount to starting your weight loss journey. I would also recommend a personal trainer who pushes you. People need to get out of their comfort zones, and with fat shaming, it really pushes people to take control and make progress. So yes, I’m saying that fat shaming is a good thing.

The Fat Acceptance Phenomenon

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Just like those who avoid asking a girl out due to their overwhelming fear of rejection, fat people have accepted that they’re fat while fearing the work and pain it takes to get themselves back into shape.

So, the relatively new Fat Acceptance movement has come about. A fear has promoted a movement, and it’s growing day by day. It’s also a symptom of the JBY (Just Be Yourself) movement, stifling other options for being a better person and getting active and fit. Now, just like feminism, it promotes an atmosphere of fat people as a minority status, even giving them protected minority status with the likes of LGBT movement.

Fat people should not be treated as a protected class. They aren’t. Fat acceptance is treating an obvious mental and physical health disorder as something that should be celebrated. Ill health should not be celebrated. It should be treated. So yes, I’m with the women who fat shamed me. It’s not attractive to be fat. It’s not sexy to be fat. Fatness is a turn off. And most importantly, it’s unhealthy. It’s not like being gay, lesbian, trans or a minority. It’s not a class of people. It’s a poor state of body and mind.

The newest reach of the fat acceptance genre is the “dad bod”. We’re told by countless magazines that the dad bod is in. It’s not. It’s still unhealthy, and in general experience, women want a six pack ab set over a dicky-doo any day.

So, America, you need to be fat shamed. I’m taking action to correct my lifelong issues with weight. I’m still working on it, but I know I’m going to get there. So start seeing your mental health professionals, set up a meeting with a personal trainer, and start eating like your life depends on it.

Because it does.

The RPD Approach / Game Report #1 – Starting Again

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So as this is a blog about all things Red Pill, I wanted to start a new segment this week for all of my new readers.

As most of you know, I am very much involved in the dating game. I am a single dad, and as a such, I’ve been trying to learn game. Being married for a decade, and of course not being unplugged in the first place, my embarrassing exploits are cataloged on several of my blog posts. However, I’ve realized the error of my ways since unplugging and as an early 40’s single man, I’m exploring the world of dating with a new found vigor.

I’ve been learning game from many of my red pilled brethren, and I wanted to post updates on my progress for everyone to see.

As I have told you, my goal is for you to get a real sense of what it’s like to be in my life, as I confront challenges, learn new skills, approach women, and live my new life as a Red Pill aware man.

Where Can I Learn Game?

There are many resources for men to learn game. I’ve been using several good references for my game practice. But I’ve been trying to learn it from several sources, especially trying to see what works for me. Rather than just googling “PUA techniques” which will of course get you some idea on what to do, I’ve been going through several avenues. So let’s start with books that gave me a good background while I’m out there:

  • The Rational Male series – Rollo Tomassi: Obviously I have a soft spot for Rollo as his book was the reason I became unplugged in the first place. Knowing the world of the Red Pill is a huge first step, and these books deliver that is spades.
  • The Game – Neil Strauss: This is the quintessential read for anyone looking to see what the PUA community is all about. A very good read for some history on game and who plays it.
  • The Art of Seduction – Robert Greene: A very good primer on all things seduction. Greene really drives home methods of seduction, describing types of seducers and each of their preferred methods.
  • Mode One – Alan Roger Currie: A quality book detailing Currie’s preferred pickup motif, direct communication. I’ve read it twice now and have employed techniques in this book.
  • The Mystery Method – Mystery: Quite possibly the most famous PUA wrote a book on pick up, and it’s very good. I recommend it.
  • The Way of the Superior Man – David Deida: A great primer into the mindset men have to have when dealing with women, career, and life in general. I can’t say enough good things about this book.

I have several game gurus on my side bar as well for good reference. There are hundreds of other books by authors like RooshV, Mark Manson, Pook, and others that can give you information.

Why Do I Need to Learn Game?

Game transcends all things in your life. It’s not only good for picking up women, but is also good for advancing your career, and good for getting you to your purpose. It promotes and builds confidence, which is the number one factor that is invaluable for you to have with any endeavor.

Also, as in my case, online dating is a cop out for a beta looking to be plugged back in. Most men don’t like to date, they want to be dominated by a woman in their life so they can talk about sports, play golf, or play video games.

But men who actually want something out of life MUST learn some sort of game. They have to be able to handle themselves with different types of people in different situations. It’s one thing for a man to go through the motions, quite another for one to be a trailblazing leader of men. This is why game is so important. It gives you the skills to be a badass.

So I’ve Learned About Game, Now What?

Well, now you have to do what I did. I would also do it concurrently so that you’re learning on multiple fronts. The concurrent steps are:

  • Get your ass to the gym and
  • Start practicing your approaches!

These are both key in your grasp of game. Why? Because:

  • Going to the gym will improve your physique and grow your confidence
  • Practicing approaching women will increase your knowledge and improve your game with women

I am doing both of these things more and more. I go to the gym 4 days a week, for about 1 1/2 to 2 hours at a time.

I also have been approaching women. I’m all for cold approaches, however, I’m more of an IOI (Indictor of Interest) type of approacher. Cold approaches work in terms of sheer numbers, but for guys like me with a tough time finding good times to just do this, the IOI approach can be golden, you just need to know what to look for. BestPUATraining.com is a good start for looking for IOI’s.

The bottom line on IOI’s is sustained eye contact from a woman, as well as a smile from her.

The best way to start your game is to have three things down pat:

  • Eye contact
  • Open Mind
  • SMILE!

Keep practicing, going to the gym, and boosting your confidence. You’ll find your preferred method with study, practice, and adjustments.

How Do I Meet Women?

So, you’re like me. You’re 35-45, you’ve learned about game, but where in the hell do you go to meet women? Online dating, in my opinion, should not be a primary source of your approaches. Most of what I’ve found in online dating are girls with emotional issues, fatties, or spam. It’s convenient, which is why it’s not a good source of women. You gotta work for it (you knew I would say that, didn’t you?).

At best, online dating should be supplementing your social life. It should never be a primary catalyst for meeting women.

You have to get out of your shell. If it just means going to a bar, sitting by yourself and having a drink, then so be it. Here are some ways I’ve been meeting women recently:

  • I took a yoga class. Not only do you meet women, but they are fit and you get in shape.
  • I’ve increased my social circle. Whether it be through work, finding hobbies that you share with other men, joining clubs, the gym, etc. Meeting new people always opens up the possibility of meeting new WOMEN.
  • Go (by myself, yes) to bars, clubs, coffee shops, and restaurants. Being able to be comfortable with yourself is a giant weight off of your shoulders in the quest for game.
  • As you get into shape, do other classes, or join a Brazilian Ju Jitsu or boxing club. Knowing how to fight increases your confidence, as well as putting you in better shape.
  • OCR Racing or other activities are a great way to meet fit women. I do Spartan, which allows me to travel to events and meeting hot girls.
  • Networking through your business. As a business owner, this is invaluable, not only for growing potential business leads, but also for meeting women. Many of these events are at bars, pubs, or restaurants, and the women come with the turf.

These are just a sample of the many things you could do. There are hundreds of other examples.

RPD Field Report #1

So with the quick and dirty about game out of the way, let’s start with my first approaches while learning game. Here are some of what I’ve encountered.

I’ve had about 21 approaches in the past three weeks, most have happened at bars, pubs, yoga class, and four happened at my networking events. I will detail a few that I’ve found success with:

  • I was at a networking event and I noticed an 8 looking at me. I kept eye contact, and then smiled. We held the look for a few more seconds, then I approached. She was distracted by another person, so I interrupted and asked her if she wanted a drink. I whisked her away to another part of the bar, talked with her for about 30 minutes, and closed with a number.
  • I was at my local pub drinking when a 7 came up to me and asked me if I was looking at her (I wasn’t, I was actually looking at another girl, I didn’t even notice her, lol), and I replied, “No, but I’m looking at you now.” She laughed, sat down, and I closed with her number.
  • I was flirting with a bartender at a club and had just learned palm reading (or that’s what I told her) and she watched me as I clumsily tried to read her palm. She was flattered and I closed with her number.
  • I asked a girl out I had been flirting with (a solid 7 server) and she replied with “I’m just so busy, I don’t know if I can.” My response was “You’re not busy enough for me.” She gave me her number.

These are just a few of the examples of my closes. As I learn and gain more confidence, it will only get better.

I’ve also had several approaches that have ended in her walking away in disinterest. There have been many (75%) of these approaches that have resulted in shitty rejections, but the one thing you have to do is shrug it off and realize it’s not a slam against you, it’s a slam against your game. One girl called me a fat ass and said she doesn’t date fat guys, another girl said I looked like a nerd she picked on in college (keep in mind I’m 43, 6’4″ and about 260 lbs). So you will get rejected, A LOT. Keep at it.

Remember, Rollo always says “Rejection is better than regret.”

Online Dating as a Supplement

As an experiment, I am supplementing my game with Tinder. My goal right now is to meet lots of different types of women, and with an app that allows me to do that on a swipe, I had to take advantage of the convenience. Now, I will tell you that Tinder is a shit show. There are tons of fatties, especially where I’m at, and emotionally challenged women from all walks of life. As you begin dating again like I do, you’ll learn to spot those types and swipe left.

My preconditions:

  • no fatties
  • anything with a Snapchat filter is automatically swipe left
  • profiles without full body shots is a swipe left
  • Anything where there are pictures of every body part except face is swipe left

So I know a lot of you don’t approve of online dating, but in the spirit of meeting as many women as I can, it’s proven to be a hot bed, especially since I’m tall (6’4″) and muscled out. But my filters have helped as well.

Dating as The Red Pill Dad

So there’s a brief glimpse of what I’m dealing with as a 40-something navigating the dating pool in the Midwest. I will continue to produce these reports as I get the time, and will report my triumphs and setbacks. I want you all to see what I deal with in real time, with real time results. If I can do anything, I want to convince all of you that you can do this, and you can do it well.

Time will tell with me personally. But I’m already off to a great start, and have achieved more in 6 months than I could’ve possibly imagined.

Bankrolling a Mirage

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Jessy Taylor, an Instagram influencer with over 100,000 followers, had her account banned this week by IG over racial posts and competition reporting her account as spam. She then recorded a hissy fit on YouTube saying that her account being banned was similar to “being murdered”. At 21 years old, she was one of the top influencers on IG.

So what the hell is an influencer? And why is Jessy so upset about losing her account? First of all, an influencer, as defined by mediakix.com, are creators who share content on Instagram, building communities around topics and niches.” In Jessy Taylor’s case, those topics and niches were posted pics of herself in bikinis, said controversial things, and basically raised money doing it by relying on her followers to fund her account. So, in essence, it’s a glorified digitized strip club.

So, when her account was banned, she lost her income. As she said herself, she made over $500,000 from her account, and her trips to Gucci were covered. All for just posting pictures of herself in a bikini and basically being a dumb thot. At least she’s a Sagittarius.

As social media continues to grow and dominate everyone’s lives, we are seeing an increase in girls starting “influencer” accounts where they’re scantily clad, claiming they’re just doing it for clicks. Attention whoring thots are nothing new to the manosphere, but with the advent of the internet, more women are doing it, not only because it gets them the attention they so desperately crave, but also provides a financial windfall for very little work. Look good, take pics, post them, watch the show. But who in the world is providing this money and attention for her?

Well, that would be the focus of today’s blog post. Women crave attention, so in poor Jessy’s case, she’s lost that attention by having her account banned. This is worse than anything that can happen to a woman. When she loses her followers, she loses the attention. She can’t bear to become part of the scenery. And there is a very large segment of her followers that give her that attention.

Who in the world follows a girl like this?

Friends? Nah, she’s so vapid that I’d imagine her female hangers on want to see her fail more than anything. As we know, females don’t like other females.

Family? 100k is a ton of family. Nope.

Men? Yes, but what kind of men? Aye, there’s the rub. She’s being financed by beta orbiters. That is, men who hang on her every IG post, hoping against hope that she’ll choose them if they show their support for her, whether it be monetarily, by white knighting, or by consistently complimenting her on her posts. The eternal hope for these guys is that what they do for her results in a lay, or even better, true love and happiness for the rest of their lives.

Anatomy of an Orbiter

Yes, I was an orbiter. I was a very plugged in orbiter. I’ve orbited most of my 42 years on this planet. So I know first hand what we’re dealing with here. With every IG comment, with every Facebook fan post, orbiters dig deeper and deeper into their insecurities. Believing the myth of the nice guy getting the girl just by saying a heartfelt compliment, fighting for her against any of her doubters, or, in my case, paying money, sometimes large sums, to try and impress them.

Orbiters have very low self esteem. They are plugged into a world of delusion. They believe the Hollywood stories and take them in hook, line and sinker. As the title of this blog post suggests, they believe the mirage because it’s all they’ve been taught by the feminized media. So they throw their whole lives at one girl, hoping that this girl will defy all logic and choose them over all others, simply because they’ve said nice things.

“She has to like me, look how much money I gave her!”

“I told that hater off for her, she has to like me now!”

“I’ve said the nicest compliment, she’s going to go out with me.”

Men will follow a girl on IG, then send comments of compliments, even DMing them these compliments. Some of the more zealous orbiters will send dick pics, just hoping they will notice. They don’t notice, so the orbiter will then lash out at his crush, critical of her not noticing the signs of his love for her. He’ll then find a new follow, and the cycle repeats itself.

What sucks the most about these delusions is that the guy sincerely believes these actions will result in getting the girl, so much so that they will build their whole world around this idea. The dream house is built, he’ll change his life to suit her, he’ll pay any amount of money to get her to notice him. But she doesn’t ever come? Why?

Men think logically. Women consistently defy logic. It’s a shitshow for any man hoping that 1 +1 will equal 2 in the feminine mind. It will never happen. But men will spend thousands upon thousands of dollars trying to beat the odds. And they’re left with no money, heartbroken, with disastrous consequences of self harm, harm to their crush, or harm to other innocents lurking when their dream is not fulfilled.

Retraining Your Brain

So my own experiences as an orbiter have been detailed a bit in my blog posts. My soft spot was for female servers. I would tip huge amounts in order to impress them, and it would do the exact opposite. So my understanding came at the expense of thousands of dollars in wasted money, hoping against hope that these thots would see the light and come home with me. It happened with oneitis’s that I had courted even after they had told me they weren’t interested. My friends and family tried to warn me. But it never sunk in. I kept trying to do the same things with women. And time after time, it wasn’t happening, but I finally had sense enough to try and crawl out of the hole, as opposed to doubling down and seeing the same old results with women.

As my old posts have shown, what finally broke me out of this pathetic cycle was when the women I was tipping started commenting about how they’d like new houses, cars, etc, and were hinting at me helping to pay for those things. I felt betrayed, but by myself. It took this shock to my system to get me to think about what the hell I was doing. I was tired of the cycle. I didn’t like where this ride was going, and I wanted to get off. So it was time to pull myself out and unplug.

But other men still don’t have this luxury. They’re still plugged into this mirage.

So how can you, as a plugged in orbiter, begin to take back your life.

Stop Being an Orbiter

The first thing I always say to these men following influencers, spending money on women that aren’t theirs, or white knighting is the truth that stings the most.

“It’s never going to happen.”

Say it again, “It’s never going to happen.”

No matter how much money you throw at her, no matter how many compliments you comment on, no matter how many times you come to her defense, she’ll NEVER see you as anything more than an orbiter from which she can exploit cash and prizes. You’re following a mirage, and you’re hoping to make it real. It won’t ever be real. It just won’t.

The next thing I tell these men is to stop all social media. The urge to comment is a large one, and by not having access to those attention whoring thots, you’re giving yourself a chance at a real life, with real girls.

And look at what happens when you stop following an IG girl. Look what happens when she loses the attention she so desperately craved. You get Jessy Taylor, crying to YouTube about her loss of self. Her whole life was her IG account. Her whole life was her orbiters. She equated it with murder. It’s not even close.

As you literally unplug from social media, you’ll start to see your life in real time, and you’ve taken the first step to unplugging from this disingenuous world.

The last thing I would say to any man who orbits to drive home my point of this behavior is that the bottom line for any IG influencer, Facebook thot, or any other pedestalized woman is that “they don’t give a fuck about you.”

They are there for your attention and your money. They will never give you the relationship you want, you are following a mirage. They just don’t care about what you are doing. They don’t give a fuck.

So, with this new knowledge in hand, you can begin to unplug and take your life back. If I can get at least one man to put down the phone and pick up his life, it’s worth it to me. But the manosphere needs to reach the millions of men making these women famous, and unplug them.

I would love nothing more than to see all the Jessy Taylor’s of the world crying their eyes out because their meal tickets have checked out, and now these men are putting their money and their time on the most important thing, themselves.

Confessions of an Unplugged Beta

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As an unplugged Red Piller of almost a year now, I can confidently say that I’ve learned an incredible amount of great information from the Manosphere over that time.

Rollo officially opened my eyes, but many others continue to work the Red Pill everyday. Rian Stone, Andrew Tate, Alan Roger Currie, Goldmund, Alexander JA Cortes, Richard Cooper, Hunter Drew, Donovan Sharpe, Anthony Dream Johnson, the list goes on for miles of influences I continue to draw upon for my Red Pill awareness and evolution. Almost all of them are linked in my side bar. I encourage you to check all of them out immediately. The information, products, and services they provide are invaluable to all men.

This latest installment of my blog will explore what happens before the Red Pill, as the stories I tell you here today are actual experiences I have had in my life. One thing that I do as the Red Pill Dad is I try to be as real as I can be. My trials and tribulations as a blue pill beta in the past are 100% factual, and you’ll soon realize why I needed the red pill.

If you feel like you aren’t a Blue Pill, chances are, you probably are. I didn’t think I was for a long time, but as I gradually became unplugged, I realized some of the things I did as a Beta would be fodder for what not to do in Manosphere blogs and forums for years to come.

These stories are an embarrassing admission of how terribly blue pilled I was, and how truly lost men can be without the help of other unplugged men.

These are not only meant to be amusing but also, they are meant to be a warning to any Blue Pill Beta. Unplugging is your best bet to getting the life you want, and we in the Manosphere aren’t just spouting off bullshit, these are real life situations to avoid.

We talk a lot over on the Manosphere about “Killing the Beta“, as Rollo so succinctly puts it. But it’s a serious problem. Thousands of men commit suicide every year because their lives are empty shells, the Beta mindset has taken over, and they feel there’s only one way out. They lash out at a world they don’t understand, all because the Feminine Imperative wishes to have them as breeding stock for the upper hand against masculinity.

You’ve never been told, so you don’t know. So blissfully ignorant of the world built around you, they say you’re not important. You shouldn’t have a say.

Well, we think you should. You should have a huge say in how you live your life. That’s why I do what I do, and that’s why the Manosphere continues to grow. Men want the truth, and they want their lives back.

Red Pill Dad as a Pathetic Beta

So here we go. Here are my stories of beta fails with women, and how staggering the opportunity costs were to my whole life. I’m where I am now because of my life choices as a beta. But I’m also heading in a new direction and I now control my destiny, something I couldn’t have even fathomed some 11 months ago:

  • I first kissed a girl at age 18, after a high school dating career that involved me going with my parents on a date with a girl at 15
  • I got my first blowjob from a drugged up college skank at 21.
  • I had three “girlfriends” in high school, none of which I kissed. I just bought them dinner and we hung out watching TV. I was too shy to make a move.
  • I had oneitis several times. My first oneitis was a girl I had known through mutual friends in middle school and through high school. She friendzoned me immediately, and I still tried to pursue her for over 6 years. During that time, she slept with two of my best friends, and I spent thousands of dollars I didn’t have trying to impress her, even going into over 5k of credit card debt to take her out, and jacking my father’s BMW convertible to try to impress her.
  • In college, I continued the trend. I got oneitis on another girl whom I pursued and tried to hook up with. She slept with my college roommate, with me in the room one night, and bragged that she could trust me as a friend to not watch her do such things with my roommate. Yes, I was a complete sexless loser.
  • Another girl I fell for was barraged with requests from me asking her to go out. She refused. So, instead of nexting her, I prank called her at least 20 times a day. She never knew it was me, but I stalked her cold until my next oneitis. I did this with one other oneitis until she found out it was me and had her boyfriend call me to threaten me.
  • I dated 4 fat girls in college, and never had sex with any of them. Fat girls were the only girls I could get, if any, because I myself was fat, had glasses, and was tepid with women. At 6’4″, 320 lbs, I wasn’t much to look at.
  • I worked at a local restaurant as a busboy for about 3 years while attending college. I caught oneitis for a girl there and came in dressed in a suit and tie with flowers to try and impress her. I had to do dishes that night, so I ruined my outfit, and also never got to sleep with her. But her abusive boyfriend got a good fucking that night.
  • I started to get out of my shell around 2002, dating around a bit. I actually dated a girl for over 6 months, and never kissed her until the very end of our “relationship”.
  • I met my ex-wife of 10 years in 2003. I met her on eHarmony, and as we were both desperate (me to prove I could get laid, and her because her biological clock was on blast), I finally lost my virginity at 27 years of age.
  • My marriage sex lasted about 2 years, then it dwindled down to about once every six months. At the time of my divorce, I had had sex with my wife 6 times between 2010 and 2016. During that time, she let me pay for porn.
  • After my divorce, the blue pill blues continued. I dated a woman I worked with, we had great sex for about three months, then she ended it. I caught oneitis yet again, and went so far as to purchase over $1,000 worth of jewelry and gifts to try to get her back. Needless to say, she was turned off by my neediness.
  • I fell for a server at a local bar and tipped her over $500 on a bill just so she’d sleep with me. As you probably guessed, she didn’t. She had sex with her boyfriend that night, confident she had just fleeced a dumbass of his money. It was when she started hinting that she wanted to buy new furniture for her house to me that I finally got wise (or did I?)
  • I wanted to date a woman with four kids (four fucking kids…I already have two!)
  • I dated a 200 lb female dominatrix and became her sub for about 3 months

Certainly there is more, but you get the general idea of who I was for quite a long time. And while this may seem pretty bad, there is worse going on out there to men just like me. They have no direction, they have no sense of purpose, and they have no way out. But there is a way.

The Red Pill Will Set You Free

Terrifying, isn’t it? As I look back to my past, I wonder how the hell I ever made it as far as I have in as short of a time as I have. While I’m certainly not where I want to be, I’m working towards my goals diligently.

Today, I’m approaching with more regularity. The HB quality of women I hit on has increased dramatically. I don’t let thirst dictate my moves. My life has become mine again, and I’m still fighting everyday. It can be done, I’m living proof of that. I finally have a purpose, and it’s to help others who have been in my situation and need a way out.

There has been a lot of talk on Twitter and in general about the usefulness of being Red Pill aware. For me, it’s been absolutely necessary for me to be unplugged, as the alternative above is about as bad as you can get. The Red Pill has released me from a life spent mindlessly blowing resources for sex I won’t get, careers I won’t have, or money I can’t spend.

There are purple pill gurus, incels, MGTOW, black pill, clear pill etc that continue to criticize the red pill and what it stands for. But there is no other alternative. It’s either the blue pill or the red one.

There is either truth or fiction. That’s it. No amount of watering down or bargaining it off is going to change that.

So, again, if you’re doing any of the above stunts, you’re a blue pilled beta, and you need to unplug now. Your life will not get any better hoping for fiction. It needs a healthy dose of the red pill.

The truth hurts, but it’s still the truth.