I found TRP as at the beginning of senior year HS and by graduation I had made out with a dozen girls, experienced getting a LTR and breaking up with her, and laying a few plates. When left home I fell off the red pill because I was so focused on work, surviving on my own in the real world. Fast forward 2 years I got me feet dug into the ground again, lifting hard, reading a lot of books, and maturing.

Field report:

Last night a few of my buddies and I decided to walk to a local college and just meet some people. After a bit we all kind of split up because no party was accepting a group of four dudes. I linked up with some dudes who were walking with a bottle and just tagged with them to their room where I learned they were all a band. We got along well and they showed me some of their music and we decided to go back out. Apparently their band is super popular because every person we passed would scream and say hey to them.

We get into a house party and the main dude I was with introduced me to the birthday girl who they were celebrating for - she was ugly and fat but I said happy birthday to her and got a drink. This is where I employed DGAF attitude and just danced hard. I noticed how almost everyone in the room was really reserved, eyes darting around and closed body language, like they were anxious about how others perceived them. I took advantage of not having this problem and walked up to two girls, one hb7 one hb5 and said "hey do you play soccer?", and they both giggled and just took the conversation over telling me what activities they did and I just bumped to the music, until I asked the hb5 what her name was... and once I did that the cuter hb7 butted in and said "hi I'm hb7". I knew at this point, based off sheer awareness and self confidence that she was attracted to me so I put my hand on her lower back pulled her close and said, "hey I'm biglaughingcock!" (thats funny). I could feel her body just give in towards me so I turned her around and we danced for a bit. I haven't took control of a girl like that in years but it felt so fucking right. I grabbed her hand and led her to a hall and started making out with her.

I have a long way to go with my skills but she was all over me so I just went along with it and we kissed for maybe 10 minutes. I caressed her body more and more and she responded by kissing me with more intensity. girls are like horses, you have to caress them before you mount them. Then I picked her up and carried her up the stairs (squats and deads) only to find all the doors were locked -.- . So I just made out with her upstairs for a while thinking of a plan. Ultimately I decided not to try to take it further because she was fairly drunk and I have a fairly good career ahead of me, so I got her number and picked her up and carried her back down which she loved and was dying of laughter. At the bottom of the stairs these two chicks were putting their jackets on to leave and I heard one of them go, "wow...I'm like so jealous right now" as we walked back into the party.

All in all,

I got her number and told her I'd text and then left. At first I was upset I didn't hit a home run, but I played it pretty smooth in there and shook off a lot of rust. Its all about confidence and realizing that, especially in college, people are thinking about how others perceive them way more than they are judging you so just don't give a fuck and grab the girl who catches your eye without hesitating. I also learned how important it is to expand your social circle - if I didn't become friendly with the guys walking to their dorm I never would have gotten into a party. I was grateful for them showing me the way, but it ultimately came down on me to have a good time that night.

EDIT:

Have one more thing to share that some might think is cringey but is psychologically significant in my opinion. When I went to sleep after this party, I had a very vivid dream of this girl I was making out with. In my dream we had fucked, and a few days later she told me she was pregnant. In my dream I actually got excited like I was going to be a father! And I felt a whole range of new emotions but I told her I could not be responsible for the baby for a few years until I finished my education. So I would help her until it was born and then not take care of it...not sure what this means. Well through out the dream I became very protective of her but she kept doing strange things and lying and it was fucking my life over in the dream but the strong urge to take care of her and the baby blinded me from the red flags. Until she told me she was pregnant for a second time, and I was like wtf you haven't had the first baby yet. In my mind I knew she was manipulating me, and I was providing all of these resources for her. Then I started to doubt that she was even pregnant. She would disappear for a few days leaving me worried, and every time I would become more and more suspicious. The dream ended with us being in a pick up truck with two other dudes and them trying to kill me and me STILL trying to protect her, but in the end she was the one who killed me. Super weird, I know, but it has a meaning...fuck bitches.