Summary: Read a post about "Dating down" and then pursuing abundance mentality. Currently have 2 plates and casually dating an HB8. HB8 is doing some study abroad or some other bullshit program so I have more time to pursue other dates. Thought to take this week to "date down" and try the HB5-HB8 range and see how that worked out, realized abundance mentality is very real.

Warning - bit of a long post. Feel free to skim, but I wanted to capture some self-realization points that hopefully will resonate with someone else and help him to go on a similar adventure.

Intro: Have killed most of the beta that is in me, but that 10% that still lingers somehow keeps rejuvenating. Still a hopeless romantic. 6ft, light brown skinned, Texan characteristics living in the Northeast US. For some reason, women up here are amused by a brown man wearing boots and knowing how to swing dance. Women rate me a 7/10 right now sitting at 220 pounds, just two months ago I was a 5/10 sitting at 250 pounds. Still trying to get down to 190 pounds to reach that Adam Levine jawline.

Body: I took the week to go out, put a little effort on OKCupid, and at the very best rack up 4 plates, and the very least, get to explore some of the city. Met 2 girls of OKC, 1 at a bar, and 1 girl of YikYak (surprisingly).

Day 1: HB7 Bar, we met up at a bubble tea place. Proceeded to get bubble tea and then explore some neighborhoods around Boston. It's the summer, so it helped keep us cool, and I got to show her my adventurous side. Ended up eating dinner at this hole in the wall place, and I asked a lot of questions to get her to open up and didn't reveal too much about myself whenever she asked me questions in turn. Took her to this area by the river to see the sunset, and while I was looking at that, she began to kiss me. After a makeout sesh, I offer to walk her home since it was "dark out and the city was probably crawling with Pokemon Go players who might rob her of her pokemon." Ended up getting a blowjob, but then stopped from having sex because "she's not that type of girl." Set her on the back burner and didn't text her. She texts me this morning saying she wants to take me to play laser tag and then watch a movie at her place while she cooks. Potential plate

Day 2: HB8 OKCupid, we meet up for fresh pretzels at this stand in Boston Common, and she tells me how she does modeling and some acting on the side. I realized this was to somehow juxtapose the two of us, so I treated it as a shit test and followed the "how to talk to a model" guide I read somewhere on the interweb. Got past that, and she started feeling a little insecure, so I shifted the frame to me and told her I was a mad scientist (I actually work in a lab... played out well at the end of the date). Ended up sitting around in some park, finished up our pretzels, and I didn't think it was going anywhere, so instead of looking at her, I took the time to look around and people watch. Then, she just comes over to where I am and holds my hand. After a bit, we lay down and look at the clouds.

I was about to end the date because I thought it had gone on long enough, but she made some excuse about being hungry and wanting to get food, so we explored a bit of a neighborhood nearby and found a cafe that made sandwiches. I think she must have felt some connection, or at least valued me being there, because she paid, and then started talking about how she used to be obese. After she lost the weight, she got these modeling and acting offers, but I was the first guy who didn't treat her "like a piece of meat" since the weight loss. The beta in me awoke a little, and grasped the life-line, and I talked about how I used to be 280 pounds in high school and almost killed myself because of the bullying. Being so fat to break the railing in my closet and being so close to death at that moment sparked my drive in fitness and power lifting. She leaned in and kissed me, then turned bright red after pulling away.

We were close to my work, and I had to pick up a few things anyways, so I told her to tag along. I think this was probably a bad move on my part, not sure what TRP thinks about this, especially on a first date, but I seriously did not give a fuck and really wanted to get home instead of coming back to work after dropping her off. She was amazed by the lab, and special treatment from the guard (treat service staff like your friends - it really does pay off, plus why be an asshole?). We get in the elevator to go back down, but I don't push the button and start kissing her against the elevator door. She starts getting grabby and reaching from my zipper, but then the elevator starts moving down since someone else called it. We both leave, her much more red than me with silly grins on our faces. I didn't text or call after that, and she called me last night and said she wants to come over to my place with some takeout tonight... I didn't object. Can't pass up free food right?

Day 3: Pictures said HB7, real life screamed (I'm not even going to refer to her as a 'hot babe') a 3. Solid 3. She met me at a bar, I was already a beer in. I just ordered a small appetizer to eat, split the check, and left. Fucking hate photoshop and "angles". Really piqued my abundance mentality and IDGAF. Called up my plate and had some fun.

Day 4: HB8 Yikyak she was into gymnastics and worked for a financial firm. Screamed "career girl". Did a similar routine as the girl I took out for Day 1, but different locations. Ended up fingering her while we watched the sunset, right next to the Charles River. Afterwards, I'm walking her to her place, and the hamster kicks in where she tells me she has never done that before, and she's not that type of girl. I lie too, and tell her I'm not that type of guy and she just took my finger's virginity. She caught on and started laughing and I ended up screwing her that night. In the morning she texted me pictures of hickies on her neck and scratches on her back and said "I guess my boss will be less concerned if I wore a turtleneck to work in summer than if I showed up with these." She wanted to meet up tonight, but I told her I had another date planned, and she said "after that girl finishes, let me show you how a gymnast gets a 10/10."

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Summation: TheRedPill tells no lies. I came back here after a break up where I was transformed into a beta, and left at 250 pounds. I have cut down to 220 pounds, and still have 30 more to go. I came her two months ago thinking the love of my life had left me. Today I have finally gotten into the state to realize abundance mentality is very real, and for some reason, not giving a fuck about women and making sure you are having fun makes women want you more.

In the beginning, I was thinking "Who wants to go out with a brown guy that could easily pass off as Raj from Big Bang Theory after he had gained 80 or so pounds?" But honestly, race only matters if you let it mold who you are. I don't identify as brown, or Indian, or whatever else someone who saw me at first glance might think. First I am a Texan, and then I am an American. Exude that vibe; embody that identity. All my dates picked up on that, especially whenever I said "y'all". Service staff in the Northeast all noticed I'm polite, and that seriously goes miles.

I've come a long way since where I was before, and I have much more to go. Dating down has definitely worked at generating that abundance mentality and the "IDGAF" attitude. I think I'm having some feelings for that actress/model girl because we had a similar obstacle to overcome, but hopefully my abundance mentality will keep me from latching on too soon and becoming a clingy blue pill beta.

As always, thank you TheRedPill for everything you have done and the knowledge you have provided.