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/u/married_red [1] ’s post has inspired me to stop lurking.

I, like /u/married_red [2] , have lost an outlet to talk to people about TRP topics since getting married. I have a lot of wisdom on the subject, and a passion for it. I do not believe that marriage and TRP are mutually exclusive. If anything, the mindset and techniques taught here can create a happy, lasting marriage.

I’m unsure if TRP can really save a husband who has been lost in beta-land for years, but I’d love to try to help someone through it. I digress…

Here’s a little about me: I’m in my early 30s, have been married 4 years, and have no kids yet, but will be jumping off the kid cliff within the next couple of years. I discovered TRP-esque techniques about 10 years ago, 4 years before I started dating my future wife. When I met her, I was thoroughly finished with my transformation, so she knows nothing of the old me. She was an overlord bitch in her previous dating life because she dated beta douchebags. The power vacuum of a beta doormat boyfriend will always be filled by the woman. …and it’s not pretty. Ever since she started dating her first alpha (me), she’s become submissive, and she highly respects me.

My married life is as kick-ass as married life could possibly be. There is no fighting. Her shit-tests are basically non-existant. We have sex when I want to, and that includes doing it in all kinds of ridiculous places (does the walkway up to the Bellagio, while people are walking by count?). Here’s an anecdote I like to use: Every recently married man finds out that older married men love to start up conversations with, “So how’s married life?” I look them squarely in the eye and respond truthfully with, “exactly the same as before we got married.” That usually gets me incredulous looks from the old, broken down, beta married men. …but it’s the truth. She’s still madly in love, and I’m still the hero.

It is indeed possible to get married, still retain your alpha status, not put up with any bullshit, and have an awesome time doing it. It’s hard for me to quantify just how much I play the game, because it’s who I am now. The insecure dumbass that I used to be is so long gone, and the person that busts women’s chops and steals thunder is just who I am now.

I’ve discovered that women will live out a fantasy WAY longer than it’s even remotely rational to do so. For example, early on in our dating, I continually accused my future wife of stalking me. She got into that fantasy so much that when we went to my 10-year high school reunion (she’s nearly 5 years younger than me, so she stuck out like a sore thumb), she introduced herself as my stalker, not even saying her name. People would ask her what she did for work and she would reply with, “I stalk alpha_husband.”

Years and years later, when she does nice things for me, Instead of kissing her, I give her shit and accuse her of stalking me, and you can see it in her eyes. She’s still just as infatuated with me as she was so many years ago.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of flipping those switches inside her head and playing her like a fiddle. She is still very concerned with her weight and looks (she hasn’t gotten fat like the millions of wives who’ve left the dating market and let themselves go). My wife feels like she needs to keep trying to be good enough for me. This is EXACTLY where she should be.

So yeah, I could go on and on and on. Maybe even write a book about it someday. I’m stoked to lend a hand (and a unique opinion) in here from time to time. Have a kick ass day!