It was sophomore year in college, orientation day, I was fat and full of hormones, vices from a summer of shit food, beer and laziness - long before I discovered TRP, I was blue like the sky on a clear midsummer day.
As I stood by the orientation booths on the upper floor, there came a girl, she was a freshman, tan skin brunette hair and newly 18. She was from a small town and from the moment I set my eyes on her I was hooked.
She had an aura of innocence, as I got to know her more, it was evident she had to be a virgin, I hit the holy grail. This was the image I had of her. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, my love. I found “ the one “ I would day dream of us together and how perfect and romantic we would be.
If you haven’t puked yet, I’ll jump ahead. After a murky swamp of events; me being perpetually friend zoned, falling in love with her and going through painful rejection after rejection, Acting neurotic, needy and not being able to sleep because all I could do was think about her, my heart running an olympic sprint every time she would be around. Essentially, insert every patented blue pill beta behaviour and that was me towards this girl. Take every foundational lesson in the TRP sidebar and do the exact fucking opposite, that was also me.
Fast forward to Junior year. I’ve been taking my TRP medication as prescribed and it’s been working wonders to progressively cure my bluemonia. I’m hanging out with Mike* one of my natural Alpha friends at a bar with some girls and somehow my past oneitis gets brought up.
“ Yeah I fucked her, multiple times, didn’t even need to take her out on a date, I would usually just go over, she’s inexperienced but good.. so you’ll have to teach her “
TLDR: Why didn’t I discover this shit earlier ? Fuck.