First things first: I did not write this, I am not the original author. I wish this was mine, but it isn't. No plagiarism intended, just sharing with the community.
I saw this comment buried in another thread on TRP (where the poster claims he is not the original writer.) I thought it was great and is deserving of the community's full attention. It's an extended metaphor which illustrates the depreciating nature of female SMV and how hypergamy drives women to make poor mating decisions. The short story is written in a silly sort of style (think Pook) so the pill concerning these matters is more easily digested as it's not so serious sounding.
This kind of medium (a light-hearted short story drenched in RP) works as a great way to softly introduce people to RP ideas. I may consider writing some pieces in such a manner myself in future if not purely for the artistic challenge.
According to Private Man, this story/comment may have originated from a poster at 4Chan. RPWs would learn/appreciate a lot from reading this too.
Enjoy this gem, I certainly did.
/u/Charlesthehamster wrote this, but deleted the original thread when his ex-employer found out his Reddit name. The original thread is here.
Women are all playing a game. Like a casino in Vegas, they're given chips in the form of sex and companionship to put into games and machines (men) to try to win a good relationship. A good looking girl gets chips that go from 20 to 1, and she has to start out using the 20 only ever going downward to 19, 18, 17, and so on, hoping for a big score.
But, this casino is a special, one time casino. It opens at noon, and closes at 2 a.m, forever. So, they have to collect their winnings by then or leave with nothing and be forced to fend for themselves, broke in the outside world.
Furthermore, once she hits 10 p.m. management starts taking away 2 chips every following hour, but she's not worried about that. That's not for another 10 hours.
So, she learns the rules and is so excited to get into the casino, hoping for a jackpot. She's so sure she's worthy of hitting a jackpot. It will happen for her. She's been told her entire life.
She enters the casino and sees thousands of machines ushering her over all vying for her attention. She is delighted. She's never felt so loved or validated. She immediately walks past the begging 1-5 chip machines, morbidly obese men, fat thugs, funny looking gas station attendants, 35 year old pizza delivery men, and she laughs as she passes them. The idea of her putting a 20 chip in a 1-5 is laughable, she understands this completely.
She then sees the 6-10s men, a lot of them are blue collared, some are college students on the up and up. She's more impressed by them, but she at least wants a college educated man, no she deserves one, she thinks, and she's got more than enough chips to get one.
So, she keeps going. She gets to the 11-15s, college graduates, a lot of confident young men. A lot are just starting their shitty careers, some are more alpha than others. She doesn't care for the nerds, but she finds some alpha med school student at 15 chips. He played college lacrosse too! And he's just starting med school, so he still is only 15 chips for a hot girl like her. What a bargain.
But she decides to continue, she has a few more chips than that, after all. She gets to 16-20. Fairly tall, attractive professionals. A lot of doctors, lawyers and stock brokers. They're mostly in their late 20s or early to mid 30s. They're surrounded by and turning down a bunch of girls offering lower numbers to them, but she has just enough to pull it off if she acts right now! But she sees the back of the casino. There are thousands of women gathered around these machines. "What's going on back there?" She wonders. She decides she can come back to these machines later. It's barely been three hours! So, she's still not at risk for getting any of her chips taken away.
She gets to the back and finds a ton of girls surrounding these machines. There are some movie stars, athletes, authors, millionaires and billionaires at 40 chips, who are communicating with these models and all these other girls who pass by. Then she sees some guys who cost 25-30 chips, and the price is crudely written in pencil on a paper hanging by a string around their neck.
She sees other girls handing them their 20 chip and questions why to herself briefly. She walks up to one of them and asks, "Why if you cost 25-30 are these girls handing you their 20 chip when they can never have you?"
"Price is relative," he answered. "We just priced it at what we wanted. Personally, I'm not really looking for a relationship right now, but if I met the right girl, maybe it could happen."
"Well, what do you do?" She asked.
"I'm lead singer in a band I started." He answered
She didn't question his pricing. He seemed confident he was worth that much, after all. "Do you think maybe we could have a long term relationship?" She asked.
"Anything is possible," he said. "But like I said I'm not necessarily looking for a relationship right now."
She looked past his scruffy face into his dreamy blue eyes and handed him her 20 dollar chip. He looked up at her. "Thank you," he said. "But you lose."
"What!" She yelled, as she could hardly control herself, reaching quickly and grabbing her 19 and handing it to him. "What about now!"
"Wow, thanks again for coming back for more. Unfortunately you lose again."
"Unbelievable!" The girl screamed. "Do you know what you've taken from me?"
"Yeah," he answered. "Your 20 and 19 chip. I don't want you anymore though, so don't bother giving any more chips, but my buddy over there said you're hot. He's a starving artist and he sells drugs on the side. He's worth 22, but secretly I think you can probably get him for 18."
"Is he really worth 22?" The girl asked.
"Well, a lot of people think so," he answered.
She headed over to the guy and immediately handed him her 18 chip.
"Wow, I really appreciate that," he said, "But I'm really doing my own thing right now, and there are others girls who still want to give me their chips, so I really hope you find someone else. You're a nice girl."
"Men are disgusting pigs!" The girl yelled, heading back toward the front of the casino.
She was stopped by the manager and she looked up at the clock. It was 11! She handed him her 17 and 16 chips and bolted toward the front, desperately looking for the med school lacrosse player. She found him. His sign read 17 now, though. Thank God I found you! She said as she tried to hand him her chip. "Thank you," he said. " But I can't do a relationship with you now. I'm doing my residency, and I'm getting a lot more attention from better women."
"Asshole!" She yelled as she ran even further toward the front stopped again by the manager as she coughed up her 14 and 13 chip. She scrambled to find someone, anyone.
She saw a nerdy IT guy and almost gagged, but she still approached him. He was low confidence, short, nerdy and gross and set himself at only 11. She approached really sadly and resignedly. "Will you take my chip," she said, almost crying. "Gladly!" He said.
She walked out with him and she cried, mourning all of the possibilities of good looking successful men she lost. She should have just gotten the med student or the stock brokers or lawyers, when she could. She ended up with a loser after all the possible chances. She secretly resented him and wondered if she should have taken her friend's route and not settled at all after she was denied by the med student. Maybe she could still cheat on him though.