Upon reflecting on my past through the lens of understanding gained by taking the Red Pill (oh how I never tire of that allegory,) it's rather amusing to see things so clearly in hindsight to the kind of things I used to be completely oblivious to.
When I was in my early 20's and attending college, I had a roommate who was a "Natural" player. He was a PUA to the "T." The dude was practicing Leykis 101 (NSFW) before I ever heard that particular radio show.
He was an older guy in his mid 30's, he had 3 "steady" girls at all times, as well as an endless array of one night stands and short affairs of 20 something women. He was a DJ; an excellent drummer of a semi-popular jazz/funk/hip-hop fusion nightclub band; a sometime event promoter; as well as a primary procurer for illicit recreational substances. In short, he was Hawaii's version of the G Manifesto in the early 90's.
We were roommates for several years, and during that time, I witnessed the entire catalog of PUA behavior, multiple relationship management, negging, and alpha indifference to his girls emotional roller coasters. Being the clueless guy that I was, I was in many different cases, the LJBF nice guy to a few of his conquests.
I remember one instance in which one of his steady girls complained for hours to me at our house (she came over unannounced while he was out...swooping other girls, of course), and I was the only one home. I got an earful of how he was such a jerk, and what the hell was she doing wasting her time with him, blah, blah, blah.
I even got the "why can't he be nice like you?"
Now I know, it is precisely why he was not like me that attracted her all the more.
My roommate once told me he planned to play with women like that forever.
Eventually he moved out of our place, I ended up getting married and moving out and we haven't seen each other in years now.
But recently I talked to several mutual friends who gave me the update on how his life turned out since we last saw each other.
Apparently, he met THE ONE.
The mythical creature who does not exist.
The ONE woman he fell so hard for, he unwittingly quit all of his natural skills as a player, and put her way up on the pedestal. Knowing the quality of girls that he regularly swooped, it would not be any sort of stretch on my part to guess she was a 9 or a 10 for certain. My friends told me that he worshiped her. He broke up with all other girls, stopped nightclubbing and swooping other girls. He got a serious case of oneitis. He bought her a ring and proposed. They were engaged for 6 months.
In the midst of planning their wedding, she cheated on him and dumped him for another guy.
He was devastated.
Many women will read this account and think that he got exactly what he deserved...bad boy player finally getting his comeuppance. But I take a more important lesson from his tale of woe: if you meet a woman who you think is "THE ONE" and you game her into a relationship...don't forget the things you did to land her in the first place once you are in that relationship! As Alkibiades wrote in his excellent post, Hot Tubs and Women:
Game does not end when you begin an LTR. If anything it is just the beginning.
As a "natural," I wonder if he will arrive to the conclusions on his own? Will he realize that he "beta-ized" and killed her attraction for him by ceasing to be the "player" he was for all those years? That he fell for one of the biggest lies of our feminized society that preaches that men should put women on a pedestal to have a "serious" relationship?