The guys writing about Game on the Internet, including myself, all have a starkly pragmatic Red Pill way of looking at the world and women. The difference between us and the character of Neo in The Matrix, is that we weren’t offered a clear choice of taking the Red Pill or not. The Red Pill was given to us via personal horror: walk-away wives, girlfriends leaving for a guy they said was an asshole, cleaned out bank accounts, “it’s not your baby”, no sex for months or years on end, the slow transformation of your darling bride into a venomous screetchtard.
In my case, I’ve been lucky as to how I was given the Red Pill. I got a good dose of it early on in my teen years when the major fallout from it was not much more than hurt feelings. A lot of what is good about Jennifer and myself is a result of that, but there’s been unwittingly good luck as well. A lot of what I’ve been doing with my writing is attempting to reverse engineer that luck, so that everyone else can use some of it too.
I suspect that for most guys, learning Game was Plan B. Plan A was taking the Blue Pill and being with one special girl forever. It just didn’t work out so well.