I am 53 years old. I will admit it: for most of my life, I've been a complete Blue Piller, with a bad case of one-itis. Was married for 16 years to somebody far younger than me, and during that time never had frame. She had complete control over me, repeatedly successfully blackmailing me to do her (ridiculous) bidding with my son as her ultimate bargaining chip. Also used the silent treatment to great effect on me. Would come home scowling, not greet me, lie and sulk, and I would then try to find out what was wrong (=she was just being a bitch) but nevertheless apologize for some egregious "sin" I had committed, which was invariably nothing of the sort, and only existed in her head.

And every time, I was stupid enough to accede to her ridiculous demands, and I apologized for HER bad behavior. Remind me to tell you sometime of the time she disappeared completely with my son after I took a long plane trip and, according to her, didn't greet her at the airport enthusiastically enough. I was frantic. Couldn't phone or contact her for days, and then, to top it all, I ended up the one to apologize for her behavior and begging her to come back. Again. Go figure.

To cut a long story short, she unexpectedly died a year or so ago.

After the shock and grief had worn off (yes, I still grieved for her, in spite of everything) I registered on a dating site, met a few women, but had no success in the sexual department, but then one day happened to read about TRP while on a completely different internet page. It was an epiphany.

Once again, long story short. At the moment, I am spinning 5 different plates. Two of them are married. Two have never been married (and are much younger than me), and one is divorced. Here are some random lessons learned from my Blue Pill days and since discovering TRP.

1. Never, ever, ever, give in to any threat. This was my big Blue Pill mistake. She threatened me repeatedly with leaving me, almost right from the start. Would walk away in public places in the middle of the night, and I walked after her. Big, big mistake. The very first time that she did this, I should have abandoned her right there and let her find her own way to her own home. As soon as you accede to any threat, game over. She has control. Any threat from a woman, even the slightest hint of one, is grounds for immediate and permanent defenestration. Get her out of your life. Immediately. Living with your capitulation to their threats, is far, far worse than actually having her carry out her threat.

2. Repeating the same behavior is the definition of insanity. Dating sites are filled with Blue Pillers spewing the same old nonsense they've all heard before - "Wow! You're beautiful!" Don't go there. Don't complement them. Take a day to respond to any message. Dating sites are filled with instant shit tests too. If they respond to your messages with a snotty demand for, say, more photos of you, respond with the maximum possible amount of sarcasm and dismiss them: "I would look for another photo if only you were more attractive, but I really can't be bothered." Some immediately block you - how DARE a mere man be so disrespectful of me, the Princess - but one of the plates below tried exactly this and was completely outraged by my response, no doubt stewed over this for a day, but then contacted me again.

3. A guy's unavailability drives them completely bonkers. They are used to men being at their beck and call, and their hamster goes into a frenzy when you refuse to be. I travel a lot for work and am a single parent now. Even when I'm not traveling, and even when I do have a babysitter for my son, I make a point of randomly declining their invitations. "Sorry, too busy." "Sorry, my son has exams." Result: they are completely confused. No man ever does this to them. Then, just to fuck with their minds, I will call them, always at short notice, and arrange a get-together. Never been turned down. Or, even more effectively, give them a shit answer, which makes it clear you'll only come over to fuck, when they do attempt to ask you out: "I'll only come over if you going to have a Brazilian." Stunned silence is usually the first reaction, but this actually worked! I arrived to find not only a Brazilian but a freshly waxed, completely hairless pussy waiting.

4. One of the plates is younger than me but we used to date a long time ago. My mistake with her was the typical Blue Pill stuff too: showered her with gifts. Took her on overseas trips. As a reward for this, she turned into an utter bitch, refused to fuck me, and eventually dumped me (natch.) Today, she happens to be married to another guy but still contacted me after the funeral. Went out on the first date. Fucked on the second one. Why? Because she expected me to fawn over her at the end of the first date like I did back then. She expected me to ensure that she got home safely, and to contact her the next day. None of this happened. I just got in my cab, which arrived just as hers was arriving too, and simply went home. Didn't care. Didn't phone her to check if she was home safely. Didn't text the next day. This, needless to say, drove her nuts. I got a long and accusatory mail the next day telling me how she hated men, and how all of us did this to her. Radio silence for a week from my side as a result. (Lesson: tantrums will be punished.) A week later I contacted her, using an abrupt text message, telling her that we're going on a date, and she should bring an overnight bag. No argument, no hesitation, agreed immediately. Now, after that date, she's ready when I want to see her, but she understands I don't want to be smothered. (I.e.: I want her to stay married to the other guy, but we are fuckbuddies now, no questions asked, she knows better than to be clingy.) Lesson learned: do not be needy. Do not, as a guy, smother them. Do not shower them with gifts. Don't even pretend to care what happens to them after a date.

In summary: even if you are an older guy, don't despair. There's still lots of pussy out there.