My pre-Red Pill realization

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I wanted to share with you something I just remembered – A realization I made before I became a MGHOW.

About 2 years ago I went on a few dates with an HB8 that I had a thing for. She was my dads best friends daughter and used the notion that “our dads are best friends. What if things didn’t work out?” as her ASD to keep me at arms length. I was slowly whittling away at her defenses and getting closer and closer to closing the deal when all of a sudden she dropped off the face of the earth and I didn’t hear from her for probably 3 months. Then one day she stopped by my house to have a beer and admitted that she had started dating someone. She complained about him and said he was a jerk, we made out and fooled around, then she left. Another 3ish months passed and she came back to show off her new car, have a beer, and complain about her boyfriend whom she was now living with in his house. He paid all the bills even though she made great money as a waitress (beta tips, yo).

She started calling and texting and wanting to come over every time her boyfriend was out of town, flirting with me hardcore every time we were together. Every advance I made was rejected though.
It was about this time I realized that I was a beta orbiter, back before I knew a phrase to quantify the behavior. I always seemed to be around when she wanted to hang out. She wanted my time, my attention, and my company without exchanging sex for it. She would come visit me and then go f~~~ the dude who paid her bills.
I had seen this kind of behavior in women but never before had it been so blatantly obvious and in my face. When she stopped talking to me those 3 months, she was just establishing her relationship with a wealthier guy who was going to financially support her the way I wasn’t going to. It really opened my eyes to just how real the idea was that a man with money is, without a doubt, more attractive to women. That the idea that AWALT was an absolute truth.
After I had finally come to my senses and started realizing what I was allowing myself to do/be, she invited me to have drinks with her and her friends. Of course her boyfriend was not among the present company. I went to the bar with them and blatantly hit on her attractive friend right in front of her while she incessantly flirted with me and clung all over me. In a desperate attempt to regain my attention, she tried to kiss me. I turned away and let it land on my cheek, and instead went to talk to her friend. When I was leaving the bar she begged me to stay, but I declined pushed past her toward the door, handing my number to her friend on the way out.
I hadn’t given her the attention she sought and showed that I would no longer be her orbiter. I never heard from her after that night. I still revel in this night and remember it fondly as being my first step toward taking the red pill.

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