“No. Fucking. Way,” I thought to myself as I sat, beer in hand, across the table from a gorgeous man. I was witnessing one of the University of TRPs most promising young students psychopathically build his life. His vibrant blue eyes were beautiful in a way that sharply contrasted the intentions behind them. As it usually goes, once you are aware of something, it becomes obvious. I was seeing something so appalling and apparent it baffled me on how no one else was picking up on it.

“Is Sally’s guy, Chad, going to be there tonight?” my friend asked her fiance as we were headed out to the bar. He shot her a dirty look, “Yes.” I glanced at her for an explanation. “I was just wondering whether I was going to have to be nice or not. This guy is a TRP,” She stated to me. I kept looking at her for further explanation to make sure it wasn’t personal between them, like why is your fiance friends with TRPs, I wanted to ask. But she continued, “He’s cheated in every relationship he’s been in, and he’s marrying this younger chick who he met four months before the engagement.” My friend's fiancee wholeheartedly agreed, but made us promise to be on good behavior.

It didn’t take long before I realized the extent of the label my friend so readily pasted on Chad’s forehead. There he was, stunning in appearance, next to a chick who was shorter than him, submissive in posture, and giddy in behavior. As the spirits of Oktoberfest began to haunt everyone’s inhibitions away into the night, Sally made a joke about not having been spoken to directly or allowed to sleep in her bed for months. Sally’s mother was there and replied in disbelief, “Oh, you don’t mean that.” “I really do,” Sally stated, with a look that drew empathy from everyone around the table. There was no doubt in my mind she meant it. It was at this moment, while everyone else was paying attention to the details, I saw the whole picture. His body language became obvious. She would lean in to talk to her FIANCE and he would physically lean back, dismissing her. He would show off his gainz to the other guys. I left the table. I’d had enough evidence and didn’t want to be a part of it.

As I walked up to my friend I said, “I think he’s a TRP. I think they’ve must have worked out a deal where he gets a mother for his children and she gets to be divorced for a younger woman in 10 years.” I didn’t really believe that. I was choosing to temporarily believe my own narrative because I’d like to think I live in a better world than this. A third feemale, un-enlightened about the details of the situation, inquired into my abrupt statement from seconds before. I showed her. “See that man right there? He’s fucking a few other women on the side and marrying the oblivious woman sitting next to her. He gets all her youth, beauty, sex, childbearing and housework. Killer bargain he worked out. I feel really bad for everything she’s going to go through in the next decade though.” My friend, a little suspicious about the confidence in my assumptions quickly started to agree, though she needed one last piece of evidence before she scrapped the grain of salt. I continued, “He makes her sleep on the floor. You said he was a man-whore. Do you really think he’s just started to think women are people because he’s engaged?” The scale of justice in her head had just tipped. “Yeah, it’s kind of obvious once you say it like that,” She agreed. I made another assumption. “He's fucking her teenage sister isn't he?” “Well he just published an ebook about the virtues of ephebophilia.” Bingo was his name-o.

The worst part is that she has no idea. This will be obvious to her when it goes to shit. She’ll look back and try to figure out what rational part of her thought she had locked a TRP into respecting women. She’ll wonder why Red Pill Women encouraged her to call him Captain even when she cheated on her. Then again, maybe she won’t. Maybe she’ll hamster away where it went wrong. That she was in love when they met and he’ll rationalize her behavior as a cause for her infidelity later in their marriage. Or maybe she’ll never catch on and have the privilege of ignorantly kissing the mouth that ate out his secretary hours before he got home from work, never the wiser. I wish them both the best of luck in their endeavors. He's a fucking asshole.