I found this great article that I thought I’d share. I’m not exactly sure what the linking practices area, so I’ll just leave it out and let y’all copy and paste what I have quoted.
It really illustrates the main points to TRP theory very well, but mostly I just wanna talk some shit. So, let’s jump into it.
I don’t know you yet but I’m so ready to date you. Seriously, I am. For a long time, I dated bad boys.
Hell yeah, I can’t wait to get 42nds on some dried up, post wall slag.
Yes, I was that girl you blame for always coming in last. I guess I dated bad boys because, somehow, I liked their unavailability, sexy sideways glances, and late-night calls.
I’m glad she feels good about getting midnight calls to be the personal fleshlight to some dude. I wouldn’t.
I fed off the chase and mystery they provided me. I saw them as a challenge that I always happily accepted.
Clearly they didn’t see you as a challenge.
Let me tell you, I’ve dated so many jerks throughout the years.
Believe me, we know. It’s probably not accurate to say “dated” either, is it now
A lot of times, I ended up being disappointed with how it ended with them, and wondered why I always had such blind optimism about these guys I clearly knew were jerks to begin with. But to be honest, I don’t regret any of it now.
Of course you don’t, you got dicked down by tons of guys and even had time to feel something about them!
I learned a lot from each and every one of those bad boys. I learned something from every un-answered text, from every “I’m just not looking for a relationship” talk, and from every lame excuse as to why he just couldn’t make to my house party until after 1 am.
Don’t try to make us feel bad, just because you couldn’t get dick till after 1am and went into each FWB expecting a husband. Sounds like a you problem.
I guess I never let the jerks get to me. I realized it was never me; it was always them.
Yup, it was their fault you gave away your goods and services like some failing socialist country.
I was born with an abundance of self-confidence.
I didn’t know they called big titties self-confidence nowadays.
Maybe that’s why I was never too bothered by each guy who was a jerk to me.
Or maybe it was because you got the dick you wanted from them.
Maybe it was because I was smart enough to realize I never actually wanted to end up with a jerk.
Definitely not this one.
It was always you I wanted, Nice Guy.
Actions speak louder than words, and the actions clearly tell me you just can’t get any more alpha males and are now stuck with beta males.
With all that being said, I’m ready to date a Nice Guy. I’ve learned all the lessons I need to learn from bad boys.
I didn’t realize they called getting facials learning lessons nowadays. Man, the times really change, don’t they.
I now have the ability to distinguish between when to give up on a relationship and when to fight harder.
When the checks bounce and the money ain’t green, give up. It’s obvious.
I know all the excuses and lies and can see when it’s right to say a big ‘f*ck you’ or an ‘okay, I’ll let you make it up to me.’ I know what it’s like get all dressed up for a night out only to sit in your room watching Netflix, crying and staring at your phone because the person you had plans with never showed.
I REALLY feel bad that you couldn’t add another cock to your collection because something better popped up.
And that a “got too drunk sorry” text is not a sufficient excuse or apology.
That’s totally a sufficient excuse and apology. Nobody owes you shit, so there’s no reason to act like your dog was just shot in front of you because you couldn’t fit in a dick appointment for the night.
know all these things. My mom always said that the problem with people who end up unhappy is that they don’t know how to walk away from something that has already served it purpose.
VERY wise words from your mom. Once the condom is spent, learn a nice lesson and take a nice hike.
ell, I can see now that bad boys have served all the purpose they possibly could in my life and that it’s time for me to learn a new lesson. I want to learn from you, Nice Guy.
RIGHT, it’s YOU saying no to the “bad boys” and not the “bad boys” laughing at you for thinking you’re worth a drunk fuck.
t’s time for me to learn what its like to have someone to fall back on when I feel weak. It’s time for me to understand what its like to open up to someone without the fear that I’ll be emotionally shamed or that it will scare them away. It’s time for me to understand why people write love songs or tear up at the end of the notebook.
Wow, you really think you’re worth that, don’t you. Reminds me of incels who think they’re worth more than fat women. Too much hope, not enough time.
want to know what it’s like to be desired for more than my body, for someone to look at me with passionate eyes, slowly but surely falling in love with my mind, body and soul.
You know what you wrote is off fuckin base if I were to tell a guy “go tell your boyfriend about it when you’re jerking him off” if he said it.
Believe me, you’ll never be more than a body to most men worth their weight in salt. It’s on you to fulfill that requirement or go find a guy so beta that you’ll lose interest on day two.
want to know what it’s like to have someone who will always show up, who will always make time for me and who will always respect me.
Whose money will always work, who values their time so little that mine is worth more, and will always treat me like a queen*
want to know what it’s like to be able to count on someone, and know that even though love is never safe, I will be safely hurt by them. Mostly, I know I can learn all these things from you, Nice Guy.
Read: I want them to apologize to me for everything.
don’t want anyone thinking I hate bad boys. I don’t hate them; I’m just done with them.
HAHAHAHA YOU’RE done with THEM. Please, you’re a walking STD who’s no longer worth the risk of a rubber. Don’t act like you’ve decided to turn over a new leaf, at least be honest with yourself.
have to thank bad boys for a lot actually. Bad boys have taught me how to depend on myself. How to pick up my broken pieces. They’ve allowed me to secure the perfect break-up remedy. Booze, friends, rebounds, cry, workout, acceptance, find new bad boy, repeat.
Hey, at least you’ll know that for... uhhhhh... right. Fucking and losing alpha men. Useful life skill, huh?
understand myself so much better because of these bad boys. I know what I’m like at my worst. But I’m ready to know what I’m like at my best.
Your best is an unenthusiastic blowjob, let’s be real here. Your worst is that 4some you had with those 3 football players, which is also the peak of your life.
promise you this, Nice Guy: I don’t know you yet, but I will be a nice girl to you in return. I will show you what you’re like at you’re best. I will treat you with the respect you deserve and will always answer your call when you need me. I will show you what all those bitchy girls couldn’t.
For like a year after marriage. But I’m sure there are dozens of guys lining up to the throne of the queen!!
Honestly, I’m glad I’m TRP aware. This shit is straight up emasculating to whatever poor sap decides herpes isn’t that big a deal.
In the end, we all know this chick is stuck with her options of former alpha gone bad or beta bitch. It seems like she’s made her choice, and has decided to live with it.
Don’t become so low that THIS is what you get at the end of your life.