As usual sorry for my poor english.

In the past couple years I've been reading TRP and askTRP subreddit quite often. While I agree with all the self improvment advice I tend to disagree with a lot the theories floating around TRP, but that's not the point. I have this feeling that TRP ultimately is a "fake it 'till you make it" kind of philosophy. You invest a certain amount of time looking for what works and what doesn't work when it comes to get laid (and that's for the non self improvement part of TRP, which I have already said its the part I agree with). I often find myself thinking about how the "fake it 'till you make it" philosophy has some serious limits. The limit IMO is that those alpha traits, analyzed and eviscerated in TRP, are not something you can fake. You have them or not. In some extent you can build confidence, you can build muscle (the self improvment part, the good part), but you can't be an alpha male if you are born a beta. You can't be ripped if you are a quadriplegic. Thats where the penis size come in to play. I can try to "fake" alpha traits that don't belong to me, I can work on my game, I can memorize shit tests and appropriate answers, but when I get to the point, when there are no more tricks to play, when I have to fuck the girl.. then.. then I can't fake alpha cock. You can't fake alpha cock. And that's it. Let me tell you something: I can please a woman, even if I am below average. I've been engaged for a long time with different girls so I assume that I am at least decent. But I feel like shit.

I feel like shit because I know that I will never be able to hate fuck a woman. I will never be able to ensure dominance through my penis. I can only hysterically try to ensure dominance through mind games and shit, but when the girl I date finds some real cock I'm nothing. It boils down to this. You can learn all the tricks in the world, master your game and shit, it's useless. When mr. 9 inches come to plow your woman it's, citing Bill Paxton:" GAME OVER MAN... GAME OVER".