I recently read this post at The Red Pill Room. It made me laugh and brought a smile to my face.
Here’s an excerpt:
A friend of mine had a red pill breakthrough I’d like to share.
He’s a nice guy, and a Nice Guy, a Beta (actually, more of a Delta or Gamma, but we’ll use the alpha/beta dichotomy in this instance) in his late 30s who has been in and out of relationships his entire life. He often makes poor choices when it comes to mate selection, and once he’s in a relationship he loses Alpha at a predictable rate . . . with predictable results.
He’s got a sister, whom he’s somewhat close to, and his sister has a friend – let’s call her Candy – who he’s not particularly close to but who has been a part of his life because she’s his sister’s BFF. As he explained, she’s flaky as hell and irresponsible about just about everything, can’t seem to keep a man or a job (she’s a dog groomer), and spends her life, well, like a 30 something flaky chick usually does. She hasn’t hit the Wall yet, apparently, but it’s right around the corner, and she’s got no idea.
Anyway, Candy is about a 7 on a good day, a 6 normally, and is headed for Fiveland on the evening bus. My friend – let’s call him Mike – is comparable, having recently completed a technical degree and started a new job, as well as working out a bit. Mike was attracted to Candy once, years ago, but her personality and proximity soon made her a woman to tolerate, not to date. Besides, as his sisters BFF, she was hands-off.
But Mike is a Nice Guy, and over the years he’s been forced to do all sorts of shit for her out of politeness and filial duty to his sister. At this point, he can’t stand her much at all, but she’s still under the impression that he’s been harboring a secret crush for all these years.
Last month, Candy apparently broke up with her boyfriend – again – lost her job – again – and had to move out of her apartment – again. Mike lives over an hour away, within driving distance, but his new job makes it hard for him to go visit his sister often. He thinks it’s a comfortable distance for kin, but apparently not enough to make him Candy-proof. She called him up one Saturday morning, and he’d just read something I’d written over coffee, and he was feeling . . . rebellious.
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