So it’s been quite the weekend!
On Friday, my beau and I went out to dinner. It was a weird day to start with, maybe the full moon, and anyway he said halfway through dinner, “Just so you know, I am not going to propose over the holidays.”
I literally felt sick, my stomach instantly churning. Being single sucks. Dating sucks. Insert negative inner voices here.
I have to admit I was hurt by the statement, and on the way home when he asked why I was so quiet, I (calmly) explained that while I was not expecting a proposal by any means, it would have been better never to say anything about a possible proposal than to bring it up just to say it wasn’t happening. I asked if he could please just take me home. All the way there, I did my best not to start crying. Ug.
Needless to say, it wasn’t the best date we’ve ever had.
The next morning we had a really good talk about it and I felt like we both aired our thoughts and successfully navigated our way to the other side of an awkward moment. Whew. He asked if we could go out that night. I said of course. I opened my business at noon. At ten minutes to six, when I was getting ready to close, there he was to pick me up.
We went out to dinner, and then back to his place for dessert. He walked into the kitchen to get it, and came back with a plate with two pieces of cheesecake, and a ring box.
And explained he wasn’t going to propose over the holidays, because he couldn’t wait that long.
Needless to say, didn’t I feel silly?
And then I said, “YES!!!!!”
Yep, Red Pill Girl is engaged. You heard it here first. And for those who have been following my tale over the past year on various manosphere blogs, and who know how far I have come, and how much I have learned, and how earnestly I have studied male and female relations, and striven to understand what I was doing wrong so I could start doing it right, and how much advice and support and encouragement (and at times stern words of correction about a wrong way in my thinking) I have been offered, I thank you. Thank all of you, new friends and old, for helping me get my head on straight so I was ready for this moment. From the bottom of my heart!
I am going to love him for the rest of my life and I am going to make being an awesome wife and partner to him my highest priority. He’s the captain, I am the first mate, the kids are the crew, and we are on this voyage together. I fully realize this isn’t some Disney movie. It’s going to take work, and grace, and there are going to be hard times and good times and yes, it’s a risk. But I would say thanks to help from many here and on other blogs I frequent, I now get what I did not before, and I think that alone helps mitigate the risk enormously. That and knowing now, there just is no not working it out. The grass isn’t greener and we both have been there, done that, and we both know that it is true.
In short, the manosphere has taught me how we’ve all been told it works for the past 40-some years, and how it has always really worked, are not one and the same. The information is out there for any who seek it. The Red Pill goes down bitter, but better to live with the truth than to keep believing pretty little lies that only lead one astray.
And I hope for all of you other singles (who wish it) you too will find a great mate to share your life journey with. And in case anyone is wondering, Red Pill Girl is not going anywhere. She’s just turning the page to the next chapter of her Red Pill journey.