This is perhaps a very simplistic way to look at things but to me black pill is just red pill without hope. Everything looks black in the darkness of depression and hopelessness.

So she is not yours its your turn, so marriage is a bad bet, so that is a pain but its not the end of the world. Saying that Its like saying "Winter comes along and kills all the tomato plants I grow. I will never eat tomatoes again now I know they die on you when you have done nothing wrong". You won't get any help being upset about the turning of the seasons. Do you like tomatoes? then grow some, buy some, beg some borrow some steal some but don't get depressed that tomato plants are frost tender or give up on cooking with them. Similarly don't give up on enjoying women just because you know that they are not all faithful and kind, honest and able to see past surface impressions of value. Not everything is ideal.

There is always a resource cost to getting female attention. It may not be worth it in many cases. That's OK though because if you wanted it enough, you would just do those things. Only a depressed man would not. If you are genuinely depressed, try to fix that rather than worrying about the black pill.

This “chika” could have been married to a good man for a decade by now if she had chosen the sensible path rather than chasing bad boys based on how tall, flashy, and superficiality attractive they were.

She pretends to be surprised by his approach, but it’s clear that his approach works (at least often enough for him to be a baby-daddy three times over). We know he’s tall and good looking because she said so. His words were intended to convey that he has a lot of money and he likes to throw it around.

Does she really not understand why he “sells” himself like that to women in dance clubs?

She may reject him because NOW she’s “ready to get serious,” but he won’t care: there are 20 more just like her who will jump at the opportunity to be with a tall, good looking guy who throws money around.