Day 6: The Importance of Male Friends

I use the term Friend here to mean a true bro, a man who will stand by you in your hour of need. Not some weak piece of shit that will backstab you as soon as a mediocre girl bats her eyelashes at him.

Apologies for the late post. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have Brazilian Jiu Jitsu after school, so I end up coming home really late and too tired to do anything. The other days I am at the gym. On Saturday, I met up with my dad to help him at his work, something I hadn’t done in nearly three months. He works as a gas engineer and electrician, specialising in catering shops. A new restaurant was opening and he was making it happen. I was talking to the owners, and they mentioned they were training the next day. I asked if they had a job available, and they gave it to me on account of my dad. Hurray for networking.

The next day, I met my future colleagues and we learned how to work a barrista style coffee machine as part of our training. Instantly, the difference between male and female social dynamics are made obvious. I was the youngest there, but the men stuck together and instant rapport was made on account that none of us were native Scots, we were all immigrants in one form or another. We quickly exchanged numbers, and had a great laugh talking about our home countries, and on the intricacies of European and Middle Eastern languages. The women, on the other hand, were different. I never noticed them talk, I never once heard laughter. They sat around and just stared at each other. Regardless, when we mingled, they began to be more vocal.

On Monday, at my BJJ, I was talking to a good friend of mine, Stuart. Stuart comes with his son every day that a class is on, and has lost a tremendous amount of fat in past months. His son, TJ, is a year younger than me, but we get along very well. TJ had a girlfriend who was 18 and in university. In the past, TJ revealed that he had not slept with her and that she was “extremely innocent” and had not even “touched herself.” I said this was bullshit and that she would cheat on him at the first opportunity. TJ did not come to BJJ on Monday and Stuart brought it down to the fact that he was depressed over this girl. She had indeed cheated on him, but had come clean, which lead to TJ going crazy at her and threatening the guy she cheated with.

There is a weights area in my BJJ gym. TJ and I lifted for an hour before class, and we bonded, exchanging stories about our pasts, and about girls. I told him about the Red Pill, explained it, and he accepted with little resistance. During the BJJ session, TJ and I were partners, but constantly we were talking to others and offering and receiving advice on our techniques. Our class is nearly all male, and that is something any boy needs when transitioning from boy to man. He needs strong male support and role models, to understand what it is to be a male and to feel true masculine energy. I never had that growing up. I had to make do with other shit, namely the Internet, but having gotten into BJJ, it has made a world of difference to me.

The beauty of The Red Pill is once you witnessed reality, you cannot ever go back to the way things were. I still remember my thoughts and feelings, my actions and consequences of when I was a Beta. I feel pity for that boy. He was so misguided, and he tried to make the best of what he had been told. I was extremely lucky to find the Red Pill when I did, as it saved me from a much darker fate. Yet despite remembering everything, I could not redo it, even if I wanted to. I know too much, there are too many things that I cannot help but notice.

A natural Alpha is not born. He is made. Genetics play a crucial role, but what is infinitely more important is having strong male influences. A masculine grandfather, father, uncles, older brothers, mentors and teachers, and friends.

Friends. To associate with others is human. We feel drawn to some more than others, but it takes personal crisis to find out what friends are made of. When you are drowning, that is when you see if your friends extend their arm to pull you out. Poisonous friends can undo all the work of positive male influences in your life. That is why it is of utmost importance to simply cut poisonous, detrimental friends out of your life. They simply hinder you.

There are roughly 3 billion males on this planet. Losing a handful will not leave you at a loss.

And So It Begins

Saturday, November 1st 2014. The start of the journey. Already, I am at pressure to break everything. I am home alone, with nothing to do as yet. Usually, I would be doing BJJ for four hours, but doctor says I need to take a week out, so I have nothing to do today. I will start reading The Charisma Myth; it’s been on my mind for a while and now I finally have the time to do it.

There is something else I want to write about, however. The idea that AWALT. All Women Are Like That.

This is perhaps one of the hardest truths to truly comprehend for a recovering BluePiller. The idea that all women, given the ideal conditions and no risk of being discovered or having their reputation tarnished, will do the same thing. Hypergamy conquers all. Recently, I’ve been talking to a girl who I felt was different. I threw caution to the wind, and threw RedPill out the window as well. I was honest, played minimum games, and it was like a Disney movie. We would talk for hours on end about relationships and people, and she understood the RedPill truths. Could it be that I had found the makings of RedPill woman at such an early age? I had to know. More and more we spoke. I called her, I didn’t have time for games. I never denied my attraction to her. I broke every rule we have in the book.

And it worked.

She admitted she was attracted to me. She said she thought about me everyday. She even said that she didn’t know what she would do if there wasn’t such a distance problem between us. I was getting excited. Could it be? A young initiate into the RedPill discovered something the Masters didn’t know? But in a scene of Biblical significance, pride came before the fall. We talked for the last time last night, as I am giving up my phone for NoNothingNovember. I was telling her about our rules, explaining how and why they work, and she was understanding them clearly. I told her how I was breaking every rule in the book by the way I was talking, and then she said it. She said that she was also breaking every single one of her rules as well.

1. I usually go for guys over 6’2.

I am 5’11. ‘Nuff said.

2. I like there to be bit of a thrill, to know that he could drop me and find someone else in an instant.

I haven’t been going out recently, choosing instead to talk to her. Dread game present = 0

3. I don’t like a guy to be too open, especially about his insecurities.

I told her about my past, growing up as a fat kid being bullied about his weight, and how I vowed never to be the same.

4. Guys that I’m really attracted to make me work for their time. I have to call them, and they always put the phone down first.

I always phoned first, and we would talk for hours on end. This is unhealthy by any standard, but considering we have never seen each other in the flesh, this is even worse.

So what do we take from this?

A few things actually. The rules are there for a reason. The Masters have tried, tested and proved them more times than you can comprehend. They work. You will not find a new meta, a RedPill 2.0. The next thing I recommend after reading this article is to read Rollo Tomassi’s piece There Is No One. Luckily, as she started talking about her special ex, the one she truly loved, I started to see sense. The fog lifted, and I realised what was happening. I ended the call quickly, and I had a long hard thought about what I was doing. I took charge, and I was rewarded with a “You’re a fucking idiot” text.

She is different in most senses. She is special, or perhaps she simply has more substance than the bimbos I regularly come into contact with. The bottom line is clear however: AWALT. 

Never forget that. Never break frame. Never let them in. Never stop the games.