
Originally Posted by
WXA
Let me put it this way:
In a way, it stinks to find out about the red pill. It stinks in that it can lead a guy to give up on his previous dreams, big dreams. Often some of his most important dreams.
But you know what stinks even worse? NOT finding out about the red pill! I wasted so much time and effort trying to date, and honestly the whole system treated me terribly in return, basically as pretty much worthless. If I hadn't found out about the red pill, I might have wasted even more time. I might have even blamed myself for my dating failure, when in fact the dating is simply all about the looks -- you either got them, you can get them with work, or you can't get them even with work. All the stuff I was told about being a good person and studying and getting a good job -- they make you a good person otherwise, but not much value for dating. Well, I suppose if it leads to a good job, and someone buys a huge house and new expensive car, they might get some attention in dating, but that's not attraction to them but to the lifestyle. And even if the guy somehow tricked himself that the woman is attracted to him, it's still way, way too much money to spend to get attention in dating.
For all my troubles, I got just a small number of romantic relationships. I'm not some loser -- I worked hard in life. The whole thing was like an insult to me. I remember the guys back in the college that were dating -- often the Chad type, or something close, or some variation on Chad. It never seemed to be about being a good, responsible guy (well, almost never), the type of guy that the women could build a future with. All the character building that I went through, all the learning, all the hard work, all of the being a good guy, all of the staying on the correct track in life, none of it seemed to matter very much.
After learning about the red pill, it all made sense. It also pretty much ruined dating for me, probably permanently. My options now for dating would probably be:
A. Someone I wouldn't be attracted to, or would be barely attracted to, yet I would still have the responsibilities and effort required for any romantic relationship.
B. Someone who is attractive, but has so many problems that they can't get the type of guy that they really want.
C. Someone who pretends to like me, but is secretly after the lifestyle that I can provide for them, and would expect me to waste all kinds of money trying to make them happy.
It's pretty sad, and it's too bad that such a big part of life (supposedly) got spoiled for me.
That being said, it's really not learning about the red pill that stinks -- it's that the world is that way. That's what actually stinks. The red pill is just opening your eyes to something that stinks anyway, whether you knew about it or not.