Abstract

This post is going to be kind of a combination of a field report, a bit of perspective for men who may be having trouble with some implications of TRP, and a thank you. I think my experience is interesting because I may have looked like a "natural" from the outside, and even I assumed I already knew what TRP was for a long time, but despite appearances I was missing the core of it.

This post is also long, but I've divided it into sections, so you can skip shit if you want. First part after this is my background, second is a field report of me internalizing some TRP principles and the effect it had on my wife, third part is my perspective on loving women, last part is how TRP changed me and my gratitude for it. There is no TLDR because if you can't be arsed to read, who cares what you think?

Nothing in this post is intended as bragging; if anything I find it embarrassing how much time I've wasted in my life, how many opportunities I've missed, and most especially how I didn't manage to figure the rest of TRP out myself - despite my scientific mindset and what in hindsight seems like overwhelming evidence. I am only writing this because I have not read a story like it here and I feel like I owe you guys something. Maybe it will help someone or give them hope, since for me the experience of finding and taking TRP was pretty much all positive.

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Patient Background

I have been aware of this community for some time but always wrote this stuff off because I thought I had already learned it; I thought it was obvious and cheap knowledge: "Chicks don't dig pussies. Also, don't trust them because they probably just want money or babies." Duh.

Clearly I underestimated what you boys are doing here. Actually reading this material in its full depth made me realize the specific event in my life which led me to the above conclusion about women when I was 8 years old. I had like, a psychological breakthrough, which is not a concept I even put much stock in before this. I have such a better understanding of who am I now after fully getting TRP, it's as though I had been forgetting myself for years without noticing.

The life-changing event I am referring to happened one night after my parents divorced, when my father was supposed to come pick me up for his visitation. My mother had decided that she was not going to let him take me that weekend, and they had been going at it on the phone. My dad shows up later anyway and their argument resumes in person; I hear it and sneak out of my room to watch from the stairs. Eventually my dad is crying, and he drops to his knees begging to see his child. He is clearly racked with emotion, dying inside, but from my angle I cannot see his face as he supplicates himself.

But I see my mom's as he assumes this posture. The more he shows he cares, the more her face morphs from grudging tolerance to disgust. By the time his knees hit the floor she might as well be watching a dog shit on her living room rug. Then she turns that terrible face up to me - "Go to your room." I thought a long time that night but did not remember my train of thought, or even really anything after I left the stairs, until TRP.

Not only did this episode lead me to distrust women, it also made me decide to dedicate myself to finding the truth, and to spreading said truth by confronting people with their hypocrisy and mistakes in an abrasive manner whenever possible. All I did my entire young life was read and question authority. I constantly bucked the system but got away with it because I was smart, attractive, cocky, and funny... it is like I was walking around pissing everywhere when I look back now. It's fucking hilarious.

I think I was close to what would probably be considered a "natural alpha", although I had adopted some of the traits I had consciously, but I was missing key specifics. I did not know why girls were drawn to me exactly, and I had almost no understanding of IOI. They basically had to sit on my lap to get my attention, but lucky for me women seem to have no problem doing stuff like this even now that I'm married.

So I've never had problems attracting women, and have always enjoyed talking to them and playfully challenging them, because I've always found it so entertaining to watch people have to think when they aren't accustomed to it (funny with men too, but they don't suck your dick after). Looking back now that I know IOI I see many more times I could have fucked women (my step-sister, professor, many others), but I was either unaware that they were trying to fuck me at the time, or terrified they were faking interest to somehow take advantage of me.

Due to this fear I decided to dedicate my life to unicorn hunting (although I obviously did not think of it in those terms at the time) because I recognized in myself that I wanted monogamy. My strategy, decided on at a young age, was to intentionally delay being successful in any traditional sense until after I found a woman to marry. Until then, I would work on getting as learned, hilarious, and cool as possible. In this way I would know she was actually into me because I'm smart, funny, nice, fuck like a demon, etc. - not for my money or DNA. So even though I have never really believed in "the one" or anything, I still basically traded in tons of my potential value to society to look for a special woman. By my own design, despite being very intelligent and athletically talented, I have never had any money or career to speak of. And I always spent almost zero time on my appearance, although my hygiene is great and my outdoor hobbies kept me in okay shape.

Basically, I just found out that I've spent the last 30 years trying to build the perfect frame, while practicing jamming it into peoples' heads from a position of self-imposed disadvantage. I've been unknowingly training myself to be a lady-mind-melter for my entire life.

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Clinical Trial

I ended up on this site one night after my wife was rude. I am glad I came when I did, basically when my wife started having bad manners for no reason. I can't believe the horror stories I read about months of not fucking a SO, or cheating wives... my heart goes out to all of you fellows.

So yeah, I recently started a new job for the first time in years, and I felt like the wife was getting pissy with me, which was a big part of why I stopped working last time. I found Rollo after basically searching for "AWALT?!" phrased a bunch of different ways, which is where I started to really understand TRP. I then read and thought intensely for a about a week; staying up all night twice for the first time in years, simultaneously cackling with glee and sweating bullets as I thought about the vast implications of what I was reading. Eventually I felt I had a deep enough understanding to run a test.

I only made a handful of changes to my behavior, all of which I felt would be difficult to consider immoral in any way, and all of which feel quite natural to me now that I have internalized TRP and am more conscious of how I'd been acting:

• Improved my posture and eye contact
• No gratuitous fawning
• No apologizing for nothing (this one is still hard for me to curb for some reason, but really makes me feel pathetic now at least)
• Think a tad longer before responding, do more with fewer words
• Make decisions, don't dick around
• Shit test awareness and defusing, argument defusing (incredibly valuable techniques, although I have always been pretty good at shit tests because I am super sarcastic and expect some goddamned manners from everyone)

For some perspective, my wife has always been a bit of a sub when fucking, likes being bossed around, pushed around, tied up, called names, etc. Pretty much like every woman I've been with but more so, which is fine with me. We were fucking on average about 2.5 times per week at this point, and it has always been pretty great and was slowly getting better overall (at least until the brief rudeness which led me to TRP).

Here are the notable events from the first four days, during which the only changes I consciously made to my behavior were the things on that short list above:

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1st day - She initiates fucking. I usually initiate, but this is certainly not unheard of. Sex is good but not crazy or anything. I am not yet convinced of the power of Game.

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2nd day - Wife puts down her crochet, crawls across the living room, blows me, and then crawls back to her chair. I get spontaneous BJs sometimes, although usually she likes the favor returned after, and she has definitely never crawled to me without being specifically told to. Also, she has now initiated two days in a row. I'm starting to think you guys might be on to something, but I remain skeptical.

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3rd day - Despite earlier in the evening saying that she would be skipping yoga, the wife informs me she will do it after all. I nod and continue working on the computer; I am on the couch using the TV as a monitor. The wife starts her routine in the same room as me, as it is big enough for both of us, although curiously she ends up right in front of my screen while beginning the longest pose a few minutes later, making it impossible to work because her ass is in my way.

I immediately recognize this as a shit test, say "Can you-" and then grab her by her thighs and shove her out of the way. Not a peep from her in response. After she finishes yoga she asks me to inspect some blemish she is supposedly worried about near her pussy, but I'm pretty sure she just wants me to touch her at this point. She coos when I do, so I take my cock out and pound her mercilessly.

"I didn't expect that to happen tonight," she says. Nice ASD. "I basically shook my ass in your face, then made you touch my already leaking cunt and moaned about it, but this getting fucked thing came as a complete shock to me." Funny stuff.

But the next thing that happened was the real clincher for me, it was just so bizarre. After we are all cleaned up there is a lull in the conversation, and I start to work on the computer again. My wife looks over at me demurely, with adoration shining in her eyes, and says, "Can I go to the bathroom?"

I raise an eyebrow quizzically, and she blushes crimson correcting herself, "I mean, I'm going to the bathroom." This was the first time I thought of my wife's hamster as such... what was it going to do with that one? I have no desire to have my wife ask me for permission every time she needs a piss, but it did prove to me that something inside her is really crying out for this power dynamic.

I asked her about this incident several days later and she claimed to have no recollection of it, which is astonishing to me because I could tell we both felt the weirdness and intensity of that moment in situ. Anyway, after day three I was fully convinced that there are deep truths here.

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4th day - I had plans to go out with friends in the evening, but was hard as rebar because my body was basically in 24/7 testosterone and adrenaline overload at that point. I was about to leave and the wife was sitting on the couch, so I bend over and kiss her goodbye. Then I stand up, pull my dick out and say "Suck it."

She starts to, then says "Okay, for a minute." (lol, wut?)

I say "If that's how long it takes, slut."

It only took a little longer than that.

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We've been fucking with great intensity at least once almost every day since. My sex life and marriage are the best they have ever been, and I barely even changed anything beyond being more honest with myself about what I want and what I will put up with. I mean, she was into me and we had a strong relationship before this, but now it is on a whole other level - she is completely goofy over me these days.

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Side Effects

It is pretty interesting to me how many of you men are shocked by some of the revelations of TRP, even to the point of offense and misogyny. So there is no such thing as unconditional sexual love and women (people) are ultimately self-interested... why does this bother you? I thought this was common knowledge.

Love without conditions would be worthless to sexual evolution. No conditions = no information transmitted to the next generation = no useful adaptation = unsuccessful evolutionary strategy. It makes no sense guys; why would you expect this at all? Read a book.

And unconditional love should be worthless to you too. What difference does it make if a woman loves you and you don't have to earn it somehow? All that kind of love would mean is that you found a pathetic sucker to dupe, it would say nothing about you or your value as a person.

Would you think more of women if they were pushovers like that? "I simply cannot stop sucking my man's cock - the way he has some random opinions, doesn't try to improve himself, and constantly bribes me... well it never fails to get me all squishy inside!" Is this really a moral improvement? If so, why?

Women's standards are there to keep you honest and make you into a better man. If you deserve to have your dick rubbed, she deserves an exciting ride with a competent man, and that is really all she wants. Give it to her, and quit whinging about how morally bankrupt women are for not trading sexual favors to you for chores, trinkets, or the fact that you have some arbitrary personal ethics. She is an emotional adrenaline junkie - learn to thrill her and love her for who she is, you incredible wusses.

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Conclusions and Acknowledgements

I'd like to say thanks to the community (particularly Rollo) for changing my life. TRP is that rare type of knowledge that not only gives you more information, but forces you to take apart all your old philosophical and moral frameworks and reevaluate them piece by piece. Most people seem to loathe doing this, but all seekers of truth should learn to rejoice in it. It took me a few days to get mine back together with the new stuff included, but now TRP is just a part of how I see things. It reminds me of other epiphanies, like when I "got" the calculus, chaos theory, or evolution; or finished books that gave me truly new perspectives. It is the kind of information that you can't shake, baby, and it has fundamentally altered how I experience life.

Going out in public is far more exciting than it used to be. I am aware of women in a way that I never was before. I see them preening and deferring to me now... the dental assistant strokes my chest throughout the procedure, the woman at the bank apologizes for nothing and almost curtsies as she holds the door open for me, women around me at events run their fingers through their hair incessantly while glancing at me. It's like they can smell it on me, but I am not sure if it is my new awareness and behavior that is producing reactions, or just that I was oblivious to the reactions before. Either way it is intoxicating, and I feel like a god when I walk out my door every day.

In addition to this insane new amount of confidence, I have almost completely stopped drinking and watching porn. And not because I am trying either, but simply because (amazingly) I have little to no desire to do those things any more. Books, music, movies, TV, etc., both old favorites and fresh media, are replete with new layers of meaning for me to enjoy. I have picked up old projects and procrastinate less. I've started weight training for the first time in my life also, and I cannot even imagine how women will react to me when I am cut. My wife, and the women of this city, are lucky I was raised by men of honor. Nothing has ever motivated me like TRP; I feel like I've been let out of a cage.

For years I saw the red pill sitting there and said to myself "I already took that" - but it turns out that I had only choked down the bitter capsule. While this granted me the extraordinarily useful placebo effects of unshakable frame and turbo NGAF, I still wasn't actually dosed. Now, thanks to you assholes, I finally have the medicine.

So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go do whatever the fuck I want.