Maintaining frame is imperative. Showing people that you are stoic, unmoving and won't take their shit is important in getting them to respect you. If you are trying to get a woman, whether it be a plate or LTR, earning her respect is the first thing you must do in order to open her legs. In this field report I'm going to highlight a few important core concepts and make it obvious in how they helped me in one specific night of my life. This night has stuck out quite vividly in my memory, and is one of the most RP experiences I've ever had. I know whatever happens I'm going to get accused of making this up and it's fake; this night was important to me and I think about it a lot, and has shaped the way I deal with girls since. This is how the night went, and this is how the girls around me behave. It happened in October 2015.
The Mother Hen
My university has it's own trashy bar at the campus I study at. It has cheap-ish booze for the city we're in, and plays trashy pop songs and classics, which to be honest, I prefer over the house pumped out at the mainstream clubs. Every Wednesday this bar is filled with all the sports jocks and their clinger hoes; the girls that go exclusively for the Chads and go out three times a week; the girls who's only hobbies are getting drunk and getting passed around by all the Chads.
My group often stays away from this bar because we're not really a part of the sports scene (although that doesn't stop the girls in our circle bouncing on the rugby player's cocks). However, occasionally there'll be a big event at this bar or the drinks prices will be slashed, so some of us got together one night and decided we were going to go. We pre-drank in my kitchen, got pretty wasted, and walked the 10 minutes it took to get to the bar.
Our group consisted of me, some betas, another guy who's AMOG, a few HB4-6 and C. Now C is a straight up 10. No contest. She is a foreign student studying over here on daddies money. She blows every other girl out of the water. She is tall, she is stacked, she is tan, she's got legs and the cute kind of face that doesn't age. She has modelled before. She turns heads wherever she goes. C has had guy attention her whole life, but during freshers week when we all met, no one came up and spoke to her. She intimidated the fuck out of everyone. I was the first person to talk to C on the day she moved in, because I knew without a doubt that she was out of my league. I have never tried to game C, and I think it's because of that she respects me, we are friends, not close, but close enough she'll tell me about all the betas that hit on her and her love life. Every single guy in our group has fallen head over heels for her, and she's batted them away deftly and effortlessly. The girls in our group do not even try and compete with her. They worship her like the mother hen she is.
C was my one of first case studies of AWALT in the wild. She looks and sounds stupid. Everyone thinks C is stupid and innocent. I know she is not. I know C is the most conniving, macchiavellian bitch I've come across; she knows the game and plays it perfectly. She has assets and uses them. I can do nothing but respect C. She knows I can see through her game so is wary around me, but I know she is not attracted to me because I know the kind of guy C fucks.
But this story isn't about C.
The set-up
When we get to the queue for the bar, I realise I've forgotten my ID. This isn't the first time it's happened. I tell my friends and they rib me for it, I tell them to go on ahead and I walk the 10 minutes back to the dorms to grab the ID, and walk back. When I get back to the queue, they are still in it, albeit a bit ahead of me. I join the queue on my own at the back and it fills up behind me. Next to me is a HB(unfuckable) and her HB8 friend, and two 7s. HB8 is blonde, chatty, and loudly broadcasting how much of a slut she is. She is talking about boys and sex with her friend very openly, she's wearing a short dress and has her tits out. The two 7s are both wearing LBDs, one is tall and in heels and has an annoyed resting bitch face look on her, her friend is incredibly short, barely pushing 5ft2, but has the tight little fuckbunny body and the "fuck me" eyes which tells me she's looking to get screwed that night.
Mutual defiance
In comes some gorgeous HB9 chick in white shorts and a plunging top pushing through the queue "because her friends are waiting for her", and all the betas behind us let her slip through uncontested. When she reaches drunk blonde HB8 she is abruptly pushed back with a "lol no I don't care wait in the queue like everyone else". White shorts girl gives her the death stare, then looks up at me with pleading puppydog eyes. Now I'm pretty much broadcasting beta at this point, I'm on my own, I'm skinny, my drunk has worn off and I was standing there saying nothing the whole time. The queue was literally not moving and I was in a really bad mood having forgotten my ID and being split up from my friends. I'd given up all hopes of getting laid that night.
I said to her "No". She looks at me incredulously and then huffs around shooting us all daggers, lights up a cigarette and has a strop with her friend behind us. HB8 laughs with vindication and gives me the eyes.
"I should probably open her", I think. Now's the perfect opportunity. A few years ago my beta-ass self would have smiled back and looked away and said nothing. I said something. Couldn't really come up with anything witty, just said "who does she think she is".
This pleased HB8 to no end. She started chatting shit about the girl behind us purposefully loud enough so that she could hear, going on about "the cheek of jumping the queue when we all have to wait bla bla bla". I could tell she was annoyed by the crawl of the queue, as was everyone else, so she vented. I didn't really say much at all, this girl loved to talk. Eventually she roped in the two LBD's in front of us and there was me chatting with four girls in the queue with no effort at all. I'm still in a bad mood though, still have no buzz, still can't really come up with anything witty or funny to say, I can tell they think I'm quite boring and beta.
HB8 starts talking about how she's supposed to be meeting a "friend" at the bar, and lo and behold the "friend" shows up. This Zac Efron look alike comes up to the fence and gives her an awkward hug and they shoot the shit. I talk with the HB7s, short one is really drunk and giggly and restless to get in and dance, tall one keeps complaining about how she needs to pee, she won't stop going on about it. Eventually when the guards aren't looking HB8 says to Zac "omg the queue is so long just jump in now". He vaults the gate and gets in with us. Zac and I exchange glances, I can tell he's not looking to AMOG me, or maybe he thinks he already has. Well he has because HB8 is all over him and the other girls eye him up, when I ask how they know each other they shoot each other a quick look and she makes up some bullshit... probably matched on Tinder. We all talk about school and our degrees and complain about the queue and tall girl keeps going on about how she needs to pee and is fidgeting about. They ask me why I'm in the queue on my own. I say "my friends are ahead of me". Tall HB7 says "sure" in a real bitchy way. She doesn't believe me. She's decided I'm a beta creep and has gone to making fun of me for it. I make a mistake, "look I'll prove it", I say. "C" I shout over the crowd, waving. I can see her chatting to my friends. I wave and shout again. They don't hear me. The group I'm with laughs. I cringe hard. Fucked up. Zac Efron is a bro and moves the topic on. He asks me what I do, what sports I play, etc etc. He wasn't really interested, he was just using me as a way to bounce off and humblebrag in front of the girls. ("Oh you play basketball? You're in X's team? We study Law together. Do you know X well? I'm on the rugby team with him" etc etc)
Then short girl asks me the dreaded question "what's your name".
Maintaining Frame
Let's back up a bit. I'm a white guy, I'm tall, I'm pretty okay in the face, at this moment in time a few years ago I wasn't built like I was now, I was pretty skinny, but had game and could still pull girls. My friends know it, they've seen me do it. Years of bullying and betadom resulted in a IDGAF mentality when I finally snapped, and TRP helped me channel that mentality into success.
However I do not have an English name. My parents were refugees to the UK and I came over with them. I have a foreign, unpronounceable first name. Many people double take when they hear it (the dissonance of seeing a white guy and expecting him to have a "normal" name) and a lot of people forget it. They find it awkward and get embarrassed having to ask again but by now I'm used to it. When I was in school kids would bully me for it, as kids do, and years of having to sit through the verbal abuse has meant I'm impervious yet hyper sensitive to people making fun of my name. It's a weird polarity; it brings back the childhood trauma but I never, ever let my insecurity show in front of people. You can't broadcast your weaknesses, people will use them against you.
So I tell them my name. And they laugh.
All three girls burst out into a fit of chesty laughter like it's been building up all night. Like it's the funniest joke they've ever heard. HB8 has tears in her eyes. They don't stop, they keep going. Bitchy tall girl says "say it again".
So I do. And they laugh harder.
Inwardly I'm dying. "Fuck, fuck, fuck; why didn't I make something up?" All the stupid insecurity I had suppressed is flaring up. I want to tear up, I want to slap the girls in the face. I want to shake them and tell them to stop.
Instead I stand there with my hands in my pockets and a smile on my face. I catch eyes with Zac Efron and he's got the "aww man I'm sorry bro" look. At least he's not laughing. He understands. He's smiling to play along. White shorts girl from before had overheard the conversation and I catch her sniggering and she quickly looks away.
I couldn't understand it. What was so funny about having a stupid name?
Women are children
Without TRP, that interaction would have crushed me. Having your insecurities so openly torn apart and mocked, in public, is damning for any person. If I'd had been a short guy and they'd made fun of my height so openly, it would have been the same. These girls didn't care though. They took pleasure in actively trying to put me down. They enjoyed it.
Without TRP, I would have blamed it all on myself. I would have had a depressed evening, maybe even gone home and laid in bed hating myself and my parents for inflicting it on me. I would have been a sad little beta and blamed the world for all my troubles.
But there were two things I knew that saved me.
They are. They behave like kids. These girls didn't understand nor care about how vile it was to make fun of someone for their name. They took a vindictive pleasure out of it.
But I can't blame them for it. They are children. Children are evil and enjoy this kind of shit. If a guy had done it, I would have hated him deeply for his assholeness. There was no need for it. These girls, I couldn't blame them one bit. They were just girls. They didn't know what kind of damage they were inflicting; instead they enjoyed the put down.
I could do nothing about my name. Before I would have blamed myself for them laughing. This time, I could only blame them for being women. I've learnt not to show my insecurity, to suppress it. So I didn't get mad at these girls, I didn't tear up (even though I wanted to, that was a big blow) and I played along. I said it a few more times and let them laugh.
Then I said to the tall girl "careful, don't laugh too hard you'll piss yourself".
This set them off again. They kept laughing. People around us were staring. Short girl calmed down and looked me straight in the eyes. She had that "you interest me" look. You know the kind of sparkle in the pupils girls have when they can't really place you and want to know more?
"What kind of parents name their child that" from the Bitch.
"What kind of parents raise a child like you". From me. The other girls liked that.
HB8 demands to see my ID because she thinks I'm making it up. "If you show me your tits" I say to her. Instead of being mad she finds it funny. Zac Efron changes the topic again. The rest of the wait in the queue went slightly smoother now that the ice was broken. We get into the bar and I leave that group instantly.
I find my friends and I'm still a bit dejected and shaken. C hugs me as I enter and asks what's up. Psychic bitch could read me like a book. I bat it off and throw down a few shots, dance a bit but am not too into it, so do that beta thing of standing around with a drink in my hand while watching our AMOG who's too drunk grind his dick up on the bar sluts, they seem very receptive.
I go out to the smokers area for some "fresh air". Cigarette smoke being preferable to the sweat and booze of the interior.
Outside I find C, and she's with white shorts girl from the queue. White shorts gives me a few looks look, first the surprised deer in headlights, then she's amused, then disgusted. She thinks I'm walking up to try and hit on them. She turns to face away from me, and when I reach them "sorry not interested" comes straight out her mouth.
Encouraged Aggressiveness
It was this second instance of bitchiness that clued me into the fact that girls in our generation are straight up confrontational and bitchy. All the time. If you are an attractive girl, bitch seems to be your default setting. Maybe the girls I'd met that night would have treated me better had I been more alpha and attractive, but it doesn't change the fact that they weren't civil in any way, not knowing my intentions. The first bitch was bitchy to me just because I seemed beta to her, no reason, they laughed at me because they knew they could do so without any social repercussions, shorts girl tried to turn me away before even knowing what my intentions were for coming up to them. One by one the AWALT pieces started to fit together in my brain, I couldn't reject TRP after that night. That night was too validating.
These girls knew they were hot shit and acted like it too. They were Bitchy because they could be, because they enjoyed it, and because they wouldn't be punished for it.
I'd seen the way C treats guys who aren't her friends, or betas who are hitting on her. It's the same level of put down bitchiness, not even giving them a chance, not even being civil.
After her comment C shoots a harsh look at Shorts. I ignore Shorts and talk to C. C says Hi, how was your night, we talk for a while like friends. Shorts is confused. I ignore her, turn my body so I'm angled away from her, give her the cold body language. C eventually introduces us; it turns out C and shorts are good friends. "We've met" I say.
"Oh really? How?"
"He was trying to pull some girls in the queue and failed miserably". Those were her words. She laughed while saying it. C laughed too. "That's odd, -OP- can always pull girls, I've seen him do it".
Shorts is amused and think's C's joking. I amp up the cocky arrogance. "I'll prove it" from me. I say this because I've spotted the two 7s from the queue walking into the smoking area. I point at the short one with my drink, and gesture for her to come over. Her bitchy friend tries to drag her away but seeing me with the two hottest girls in the bar piques her interest and she comes over.
We all have a short convo, where I blatantly flirt with LBD, eventually bitchy friend comes over. We small talk. An important think to notice here is C is using my name as normal, as if it's nothing weird. Well of course, we're friends and she's acclimatised to it, and the way she's comfortable around it shows the other 3 girls that it's no big deal and it shouldn't be. It was like she was teaching them a motherly lesson, like she was scolding them. I openly game the short LBD in front of all 3 girls, and eventually I manage to isolate her from her cockblock friend. I take her inside with an offer for a drink. She can't say no to free alcohol.
She's gone before bitch friend can stop her. 20 minutes later I have my tongue down her throat and my hand up her dress. I see AMOG dancing with C and shorts girl and the rest of the group, they go to have a smoke. I deliberately make a show of pulling my girl into the smoking area past them, AMOG, who's now gaming Shorts, sees this and makes a comment, smacks my ass as I walk by, I chat with him for a bit then drag LBD into the corner to openly make out with her for a bit. I then split from LBD. Give her back to her friend, don't want to cling onto her. My plan is to find her later and bring her back to my room to fuck. I find Shorts, C, Short's friends and the rest of my group, but AMOG is gone. We all hang out and dance for a bit, I try to open other girls and it's easier now that I've already pulled and I'm confident, got my buzz back. Get a few numbers, but I'm starting to sober up. C suggests going home. She's bored. Surprisingly she's had little attention all night bar the occasional super drunk guy or ass grab; well not really that surprising, guys are too intimidated to hit on C.
I find LBD later on and try to get her alone, but bitchy friend had amped up the cockblock and will not let it happen. I invite them both back to our dorm with Cee and the gang (who are waiting for everyone to collect outside), but cockblock bitch is having none of it. LBD is very receptive, keeps trying to convince cockblock bitch to come. Cockblock is being super, super, whiney. Keeps telling me that LBD is too drunk and she needs to take her home, LBD is less drunk than she was in the queue, but bitches words are "you got her too drunk." LBD reluctantly gives in to the under the cover slut shaming by her friend, I give up, know when I'm beat. LBD gives me her number.
We all go back to our dorm and just sit in the kitchen and chat for a bit. Shorts and her friends are there and she's being way more cooperative than before. I game her a bit but don't think I'm at the stage yet where I can screw her that night. We were both very sober and tired. AMOG has disappeared, probably screwing some girl he pulled. Cee hits the sack, and when she does the whole party breaks up, Shorts leaves for her dorm with her friends, I go to my room, beat one out to my C and Shorts threesome fantasy, and fall asleep.
LBD never replied to my text. I screw Shorts a few weeks later on a different bar night. I never saw Zac Efron bro or the HB8 again.
Lessons Learned:
Preselection is King. Being friends with hot girls can change the opinion of the whole room in your favour. Women who weren't attracted to you can flip instantly.
Our generation of women is programmed for bitchiness. Young pretty girls have "bitch" as the default setting. They enjoy it and take pride in it. Their friends encourage it.
Maintain frame and you're untouchable. Even when bitches attack you, showing that you can hold frame and don't care goes a long way when they form an opinion on you. Deflect their shit tests by being impenetrable.
Never broadcast your insecurities or apologise for them. Never apologise in general. Present an arrogant and self assured persona.
Fucking up once or a few times does not mean all is lost. Some situations are more recoverable than you think, and if you have nothing to lose, why not try anyway?
There was a guy I met in my first year who I found very interesting. He was tall, 6ft4 at least, quite fat in a powerlifter sort of way, not ripped, and his face was average; he studied a lot, and rarely said anything. He was known for being extremely studios and stoic. He didn't try and alpha the group, he let the chads be loud and boisterous, but when he spoke, people shut up to hear him, it was slow and methodical. He had harsh, angry eyes. He taught me frame before I understood what frame was. He was the only guy I know of who C opened her legs for. I model my RP "alpha" template after him, and strive to achieve that level of focus and control.
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