My First Real Alpha Move

Twenty one years ago, I was a senior in high school. This was roughly 20 years before I came to recognize and finally swallow the Red Pill. Since learning ways to become more Alpha, improving myself, and improving my marriage, I have been examining many of my previous life choices.

Most of the red pill came pretty naturally to me as I am a naturally aggressive person. However, I did tend to buy into the hype that pleasing women was necessary for sexual success. While I have since learned that this idea is not only wrong, but damaging, in high school I was clueless. In my sophomore year I did the classic Alpha catch, followed by Beta transformation.

Setting the Stage

When my senior year began, I had been dating a desirable girl for a while. She was a dancer, a model, and loved fucking! It was all pretty vanilla high school sex. However, having dated her for well over a year at this point meant that I was having significantly more sex than 95% of the other dudes my age. Admittedly, I was enjoying myself.

The first semester of my last year of high school progressed wonderfully. Over the summer I had signed up for the early entry program with a military branch I loved. I was working out consistently, trying to prepare for boot camp. My testosterone was off the charts, I was popular, getting into fights, getting laid, and basically living the dream.

You said what, woman?

Ultimatum

Then things started changing. Just prior to the Christmas break, she started causing problems, and we were fighting constantly. The winter holiday came and went, and early in January she finally let me in on what her problem really was. She wanted a commitment, and while I was down with this part, her conditions were unacceptable.

I was your standard beta pussy whipped, puppy love struck, moronic kid. I had lost Alpha long before. I would have proposed, defied my parents and ran off with this chick. There was only one problem. She told me it was either her or the military. She threw that ultimatum and all of the good pussy fog in my head cleared up in time it took me to look at her in disbelief.

To give you a little background, I had wanted to join this branch of the military since I was twelve years old. This girl knew this from early on in our LTR, and had seemingly supported it. A large part of who I was, and am, revolved around my joining. Hell, two years earlier, I had went to my recruiter and tried to drop out of school to get into Operation Desert Storm.

She was there, and supported me (this was pre-virginity loss) when the recruiter sent me home after telling me to get bent. Now here she was telling me that I couldn’t have her and the military.

Sniff, this wasn’t what I expected…

 Decision

The conversation lasted for a while. I wish I could say I was decisive and came to my final decision quickly. But, this shit took a couple of hours. The whole time I was having the conversation, I was trying to decide one major thing though. As soon as she told me her ultimatum, I decided she wasn’t ever going to be my wife.

The decision I was wrestling with was do I string this out until graduation, or pull chocks now? While talking to her, I made all the relationship sounding arguments I could. I attempted to appeal to her logic, the fact that she had known my plans the whole time and anything else I could come up with.

Finally after hours of talking, I had enough. My decision was made. It was simple, I was young, this was high school and it was time to jet. I also remember thinking of two specific girls who had displayed a couple of clear indications of interest towards the end there. The last thing I remember saying in that conversation was; “Hit the road bitch.” It was the worst sort of shit test, and I had finally refused to play.

She was stunned and started stammering when I left. I went on to get with one of those other girls that semester, and have lots of other “fun.”  Along with all that, the ex-girlfriend approached me several times during those months. While the ex-sex thing certainly happened, relationships were not an option for me anymore.

All of this was prior to any understanding of the red pill and with an unhealthy helping of blue pill teachings from both society and my parents. Of course all of those “teachings” were reinforced by a young girl who was just as clueless as I was.

Today, I am very happy that I made the choices that I did. What I would stress for anyone reading this, is simply this: Pay attention chuckle-head! I saw this work for me in the last few months of high school, but failed to apply it to the rest of my life until 20 years later.

Learn game, and apply it to your life, relationships and attitude. My knowledge of game is limited at this point, however understanding human interactions can only help you. And, always remember that as a man you come first!