Looking back now and damn I used to be blue pillin’ it quite hard. In high school I; along with quite a few guys, believed the lies that women told/tell (unknowingly?) of the nice, emotional and caring guy that they cherish above all. The guy that texts them first every time, the guy that cares about them above and beyond anyone else; basically, the guy that kisses her ass. I believe the term is “puttin’ da pussy on da pedestal”. Believing this, I’ll tell the tale of how I attempted to use these nice guy methods to chase tail, and how I ended up accidentally coming to the red side, all while utilizing u/HelloImRIGHT layout.

Back in 11th grade I was very shy when it came to girls. Definitely a late bloomer, especially if you account for the fact that I hadn’t even kissed a girl up to that point. I attribute this to the terrible social anxiety I had, especially before I experimented with alcohol/weed. Somewhat blessed however, as I have always been complimented on my appearance and that had given quite a few girls reason to slightly swoon over me. Fast forward to last semester of 11th grade and I’m told by a mutual friend that a really attractive girl has a crush on me.

Her name is Amy and I actually share a history class with her. This girl is a straight dime let me tell you. Long, bleach blonde hair, blue eyes and slight freckles during the summer, very active in sports so incredibly bangin’ bod. I was head over heels and that’s okay. What was not okay; however, was the way the blue pill in me completely dominated the red. I was a bitch and there is no other way to put it.

Thinking about it now it was so blue pill it makes me laugh.. Too scared to talk to her in class, I texted her first – mistake. Obviously not a good first impression but I was so nervous I didn’t care. Finally talked to her in school and showed nerves like no other – mistake. At this point, she probably has the idea that I have not gotten laid before. Fast forward and she asks me to the movies – mistake.. Damn. Blue pill Af. Come to think of it, she was the one that grabs my hand at the movies as well. Also too nervous to kiss her at this point – mistake. Obviously.. I think this broke the camel’s back. Well, you can guess what happens next. She tells me that it’s not me, it’s her. Completely torn, I continue texting her during the summer and she continues to reject me until she gets to the point of blocking my phone number. Unaware, every text I sent showing that I cared deeply for her pushed her further and further away. It’s funny how that works.. Well. Next year she decides she wants no part in the blue pill game and dates one of the most Red pill motherfuckers I’ve ever met, Chad (He ends up cheating on her after a few months but that’s besides the point).

Three years later I’ve been unknowingly living way more Red pill. I’ve moved on from Amy and I started making it a point to work on myself. Going to college, playing guitar, weightlifting, making social connects and fucking hella girls. I found the hottest girls I could find, fucked them and kicked them out. I fucked small girls, tall girls, skinny girls and thick girls. Ew, you thought I was gonna say fat girls you sick motherfucker (not bashing if you’re into that). Not only that, but I fucked Amy’s friends. All this while getting bigger and developing more social connections. Again; completely unaware of what I was doing, I was attracting her attention. I was letting the Alpha male come through and she noticed that.

Amy sent me a message through Facebook in January, 2015 and I knew it was on. After a couple days of talking, I invited her to the movie, I held her hand first and I kissed that bitches lips soooo good. Mmmm. Nearly a year later and she is still on my dick hella hard bro. Gentlemen, that’s the story of how I accidentally stumbled on to the path of Red pillhood and how it changed my life for the better.