Awful news for the Red Pill community: One of its members slipped up and said some nice things to one of the women he’s seeing — things that might actually make her feel a little better about herself. Now he’s terrified she might think he’s a beta or, even worse, some sort of simp.
Naturally, he took his case to the Ask The Red Pill subreddit to see if there was anything he could do to bounce back from this terrible, terrible mistake.
Luckily, some of the Red Pill regulars had some advice on how to dig himself out of his hole.
“Just don’t do it again,” wrote one, “it’s that simple.”
“Find something better to do for two hours next time.,” one suggested.
“Just watch what she does,” advised another. “If she gets a big fat head about it, play the dread game.”
The Dread Game, in Red-pill speak, means “treat her badly enough so she’ll start to worry that you’re going to leave her.”
Another Red Piller was a little blunter with his tough love. i-am-the-prize wrote:
if the 2 hour FT was not the norm, fine. note:
” that she brings me peace in my unrestful life”
that’s fine on it’s own. it will make her feel special, nothing wrong with showing kindness for kindness sake (as long as not for a covert contract to be liked back).
But, here is where things would have/could have gone wrong is with:
you: “baby, i’m so stressed at work, my lifts are down, i just can’t hack it, i need to see a shrink and . blah blah i’m so glad you’re in my life, not sure what Id’ do without you…“
(nothing wrong with seeing a shrink, plenty wrong with using it as a virtue/pity signal with a woman)
point is, if you told her: you bring value and make me smile. good. if you told her: I need you. that’s pretty much the worst thing you can do.
Women want to be wanted by a strong and high value man. Period. Nothing dries panties more than a needy man. A child needs his mommy, a man does not need his plate/GF.
If you ever wonder why tehre are so many shitty boyfriends in this world, well, some of them train for the role.
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