It’s 5:AM, and you pull yourself out of bed to hit the gym. Your wife, girlfriend, plate, or just some chick you’ve been fucking is next to you. You fucked her good last night. She didn’t really want to – at least not initially – but she knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if the sex tapers off, you’ll divorce, dump her, or stop calling, and that there are other women to take her place. And she doesn’t want that.
So she gave in to keep you interested, and that actually felt good. Powerful. Something about how she wouldn’t have fucked you, but the fact that you have power over her persuaded her, makes the sex that much better. Because until this Red Pill crap, you’d been the one on the losing end of the power stick. You’d been judged, emasculated, strung along, disrespected, spending all of your time jumping through hoops, desperate for the faintest whiff of sex. And now that you have the power, it feels good. Righteous. Just. Even when she doesn’t really want it, the fact that she submits anyway is almost as good of a rush as the times when she’s enthusiastic about it.
You wonder if it’s right to feel this way.
But you’re happy. You’re well-fucked. You’re in the best physical shape of your life. You make more money than you ever have. You’re actually interested in some of the other shit you have going on in your life outside of work and women – maybe for the first time in a long time. You’re excited to wake up each day, enthusiastic about the stuff you’re going to do. Happy.
You’re pretty sure that the woman (or women) you’re fucking might not be happy. The old you used to care about that, but the new you doesn’t have time to care. Sure, if she’s happy with you based on what you were going to do anyway, that’s great. But if she’s not, it’s no biggie. She’s still fucking you, and if she stops, there are others.
That’s the secret. Unhooking your happiness from hers. It’s not your job to make women happy. You’re responsible for your own happiness. Women are responsible for theirs.
When you’re out at some random bar running your mouth, you say whatever comes to mind. Whatever amuses you. You make fun of women. You ask silly questions. You give silly answers. You deflect and play games. You give a few surprising answers. You touch them, they touch you. The fact that you do what you want and don’t give a fuck about trying to please them is refreshing.
Women are sick to death of men bending over backward trying to please them. It’s boring. It’s creepy. It’s annoying. Women don’t want to be happy. Because when you make them happy, they feel like they owe you, and when they feel like they owe you, they resent the way you’re making them feel. Then they’re even less happy than when you started.
Do what you want. Do what’s good for you. Don’t try to make her happy. You’ll only make things worse. The only person who can make her happy is her. If she wants to keep fucking you to keep your interest, shrug and take your happiness. But don’t get invested. Let her figure her own happiness out for herself.
On the flip side, this is something you can use to your advantage. You don’t just want women to do what you want – you want them want what you want. You want the women you’re fucking to care whether you’re happy or not. You want them to want you to be pleased. You want them to associate your pleasure and happiness with their own. You want them to feel the exact opposite of the way that you feel about them right now.
Essentially, you want them to be the way you used to be, before The Red Pill.
Think about what women did back then to keep you interested and behaving a certain way for their benefit. What they said, what they hinted at, and what they actually did for you and how often. It was slow work, and it was very subtle, but over time, they were training you. Like a fucking dog. Conditioning you to do tricks for a pat on the head and an occasional treat … sometimes, but not all the time, leaving you guessing exactly what aspects of your performance to work on next time so you’d get that treat for sure. You were a fucking dog.
When you figure out what makes a woman happy, reward her with it, when she earns it. But not all the time. Once in awhile, when she does a good thing for you, piss on her anyway. Tell her that she did it wrong. Minimize her effort. Keep her guessing. Keep her trying harder. Make the act of making you happy difficult, but attainable – so that she feels like she’s accomplished something by pleasing you. Make her invest herself in the act. The more she invests herself in you, the less likely she’ll bail. On the contrary, the more she invests, the more she’s likely to invest more just to try to prove to herself that she’s right to be with you.
Don’t try to make her happy. Make her invested instead. The more invested she is, the less you’ll have to work to keep her, and the more time you’ll have to make yourself happy. If she really wants to be happy, it’s on her to figure that out. You do you.
Every so often, I read a Red Pill post that goes something like: “I’ve been a total asshole toward women and treated them like utter shit for the past six months, and like magic, they can’t seem to stop fucking me. But I feel really bad about treating them this way, and empty about all the meaningless sex without more of a connection. How do you guys get over this feeling?”
The peanut gallery then launches into the typical party line explanations: It’s okay to do this because men have an inborn drive – an obligation really – to maximize their sexual outcome, and there’s nothing wrong with doing what works. And besides, this is what women are inherently attracted to, for strong evolutionary/biological reasons, so we’re just giving women what they want. Society’s just taught you wrong. So it’s okay to treat women this way and act this way and have all of this sex for lots of good reasons. Blah blah blah reasons.
We’re so quick to explain, rationalize, and spit out all of these great reasons, yet too timid to state the best reason of all: It’s okay to treat women this way because they deserve it.
When you’re camping in the woods and a wild animal enters your campsite, you shoot the animal, or at least run it off. You don’t wait to see if the animal causes any harm.
If your dog bites one of the kids in the neighborhood, you have it put down. It doesn’t matter how good of a dog or how stalwart of a companion it’s been over the years.
If a man murders someone, you execute him if your state allows it, or lock him up for ages if it doesn’t.
If a man rapes someone, you throw him in jail. You then protest and educate society and spread propaganda against all men everywhere for having the potential to be rapists. You demonize and shame masculinity and male behaviors because any man might rape you. You create a society where men can’t sit next to children on airplanes because men might molest them. You create an ad hoc system where a rape accusation is a more effective tool to ruin lives than an actual rape conviction. You engineer a culture of distrust and shame and relegate men to second-class citizens who are constantly called upon to check and censor themselves – then call them privileged.
But when treating women like an asshole, for some reason, we feel compelled to explain and justify ourselves with all of these stupid logical and quasi-science based “reasons”, when really, there’s nothing to explain. Treat women badly because they deserve it.
Women have fought long and hard for the right to no longer be honored and privileged. To have to work jobs like everybody else. To stigmatize homemaking and motherhood. To shame feminine behaviors. To normalize a level of sluttiness that would make the trashiest whores of fifty years ago blush, and make promiscuity not just an option but practically an obligation. To engineer a society where bored wives can cash out of marriages with minimum fuss and maximum gain, and cheating sluts can point a finger and ruin the lives of promising young men with just a word.
If a poisonous snake enters your campsite, you cut its fucking head off for being a snake. You don’t judge that snake on its individual merits. Women are more dangerous animals than snakes.You treat snakes like snakes. You treat women like women.
You don’t need an excuse to treat them badly, think badly of them, or fuck them and leave them. You don’t need to feel bad about this, just because they’re human like you. We treat human men badly without a second thought and rarely take the time to judge every individual man on his merits. Why give a second thought to women? Treat them the way they deserve to be treated. They’ll fuck you for it while laughing at all of the stupid losers who treat them better.