So I’m at a pub with a date and her friends. Haven’t fucked this girl yet but I invited her to a party and she said yes. Mine was cancelled though because the covid thing was just getting started so she tells me to come along with her friends to a party they were going to go to. Her friends, one of them cute, the other fat, are sitting there sharing a plate of cheesy fries. They offer us some. We both look at each other and refuse. The girl and I are both physically fit, we exercise a lot, sometimes together. She’s nice and slim, does a lot of running. There’s something disgusting and very offputting about watching a fat girl eat. In fact, truth be told, watching any hungry women eat is a massive turn off for me. Something about a woman caving in to her base desires and desperately gorging herself. Gross. Have some self-control.

We get to the party and it’s full of losers and the date and I are clearly the most attractive and most sane people there and I suddenly feel very old. I didn’t think I’d grow out of the university life so quickly but sitting there with a bunch of 19 year old kids getting drunk, chatting about rick and morty and some shit and I’m wishing I could just go home and read. But oh well I make the most of it. Speak to the kids, the guys are all a bit threatened by me at first but after some conversation they warm up to me. Some dudes try hitting on my date but they’re dweebs and have no chance so I just let it happen. I go out onto the balcony to smoke and bring my date along and we have a nice conversation, with the city lights and the wind blowing in her hair and the way she looks at me, feels really poignant, like in a movie.

A bunch of American high schoolers show up. No one knows who they are and they’re not related to anyone at the party. Turns out one of the dudes who was invited met them on the train here and asked them to come along. Nice. There’s six of them and four are obese. Not just fat, genuinely obese. It’s gross. The other two are good looking. One is clearly the queen bee of the group, stacked and blonde and she’s wearing tight jeans and a crop top exposing her midriff. Hot but also just very foreward and loud and “party girl”. Reminds me of the kind of whore who eventually ends up doing porn. Would have been into this once but now the aggressive sluttiness puts me off.

The other one is a tanned girl who’s dressed much more modestly and is well spoken and is anxious about having a foreign name. She still has that neuroses I see in every American girl I meet but she’s clearly the most mature of the lot.

I give the guy props for pulling the girls and tell him he’s a chad and it’s clear he was going for the blonde one but she doesn’t seem that interested in him anymore and he’s got a fat one clinging to him now. I chat to the landwhales and they’re as stupid as I imagined, and I chat to the shy girl while she drinks too much and very fast. I quite like her, won’t make any moves or anything but she’s sane enough to have a good conversation with. The blonde one who’s been snapchatting the whole party with the Big Ben London filter comes to sit next to us and starts telling me about how great my hands are and is touching them and telling me I have beautiful and strong hands. Great. My date is eyeing us from across the room. The shy one is now getting far too drunk and is probably gonna throw up and we all roll our eyes and my date and her friends start doing their worried babying thing “do you need some water” blab la bla.

The blonde one is now following me around the party and sitting on my lap and asking me lots of questions and tells me her name is Jason and I say that’s a boy’s name and she gets pissed. She keeps wanting to take selfies with me for her snapchat and I won’t let her then she asks me for my snapchat and I say no. She is offended and surprised and I tell her I don’t have snap. She asks for my Instagram and I show her my nokia brick phone and tell her I don’t have any social media and she short circuits slightly. I then get up and leave and go upstairs to chat with the date.

The shy girl gets far too drunk and her friends decide to take her back to their hotel because they’re late for their curfew. They were here on some Europe trip with their school but got stuck in London because of covid shutdown. Jason gets her things together and goes around the party saying bye to everyone and “I love you, I love you, I love you too” and when she gets to the group I’m with she says “I love you all, except you” to me specifically and I roll my eyes, and my date and finds it funny and asks “why?” and she says “because he rejected me”, and everyone laughs and gives us the “ooooohs” and my date is beaming at me like a proud mother.

The American high schoolers leaving killed the party a bit and we leave soon after and I want to walk but her friends are “tired” and order an uber so we all take an uber back and I see my date off at her house but don’t try to go in even though she asks me if I want to stay at hers that night. Basically an open invitation to bang but I was a bit tired myself and wasn’t really feeling it. Knew I could screw her any time now anyway and she seemed so impressed and attracted to me after my self-restraint at the party that I thought I’d just roll with it.


At home I lay in bed and think about how I would have handled this situation a few years ago. The truth is I would have been thirsty as fuck. I would have tried to game all the girls and showed off and probably tried to fuck Jason at the party. Except I would have failed. My desperation would have shown clearly and it would have put her off. It was specifically because I was so resistant to her advances and ignored her for her friend that made her try harder for me. In fact, recently I’ve just stopped wanting to get laid as much as I did before. It’s not even a real effort I’m just not feeling it and don’t really care. If it happens cool… but I’m not gonna spend all day trying and thinking about it like I used to…is this how chad feels?

And the strange thing is that during this period of not giving a fuck is when I’ve had the most attention from any women ever. They can smell it on me. The abundance mentality. The self-control. They’re attracted to it. They need men who have overcome and learnt to control their sexuality. My date was so turned on my me btfoing the whore. A weaker man would have caved.

I think about Jason and how grossed out I was by how forward and obvious she was with her attraction to me. No tact. No subtlety. Just unchecked and aggressive sexuality. The way she dressed, her brash loudness. A whore. Female coomerism. I’ve had girls be this foreward with me recently and it’s’ weirded me out. A lot. I’ve rejected all of them. This must be what a girl feels like when a guy is obviously and desperately hitting on them.


I had a lot of problems with women before, even post red-pill, and to be quite frank even though I’ve been looksmaxxing I don’t look much hotter than I used to when women were constantly rejecting me. I’m about the same, yet my success is far higher. What’s changed? My attitude. I’ve stopped trying so hard. I’ve stopped showing my thirst. I’ve stopped being so obviously horny and desperate.

And what’s the quickest way to make a woman disgusted by you and ruin any chances you had with her?

Easy. Show her how fucking thirsty you are.


There’s nothing that disgusts a woman more than uncontrolled male sexual lust. Horny, desperate men sicken them. Any sign of loneliness, thirst, or tryharding dries them up and ruins your chances.

Of course this seems counterproductive because I’m preaching to the thirstiest group of men on the internet. God are you guys thirsty. The kind of shit I see you guys write. The shit you say in your field reports. It makes me cringe so hard man.

Think about Chad. Is Chad a horny fucker? No. In fact, Chad has complete control over his sexual desires. What’s that Chad movie trope? The James Bond-like protagonist is being hit on by a dime piece and he rejects her because he’s too busy with his work or mission. When he seduces a woman he is cold and aloof. If he fails, he doesn’t care. He’s not desperate to get laid, doesn’t bother him…

Just like a fat girl eating is gross and offputting, your unchecked coomerism is a repellent to every woman you meet. Women want a man to be chill and not be enslaved by his dick and sexual lust. So many men kneel before the coom and there tryharding and desperation is the exact thing that stops them getting the pussy they crave.

This is what we mean when we tell you to cultivate abundance mentality. Because with abundance mentality you are less thirsty, and with less thirst you have better game. Remember, women can see right through you, they are social psychics, they can smell your thirst from miles away. Even just the way you look at them, they know. And it disgusts them. To see such unchecked, aggressive sexuality. It’s sad.

Yes, it disgusts them. There will be guys in here with shit like “you just gotta be forward and upfront bro it turns them on”. “I picked up a girl once by telling her I’d suck on her tits and fuck her in every hpole”. Most of hese guys are lying, and when they’re not, they’re speaking of isolated cases involving drugs, money, and whorey, low standard women. Real pretty girls and high-value women get understandably scared and put off by horny men. Especially horny men in benign social situations. You get overly aggressively forward at work or a coffee shop or even a damn party and she’s weirded out. Women do not understand male sexual desire. They will never experience the constant undercurrent of turned-on and horny that every healthy man experiences. They come close to it during their ovulation, but that’s just a few days every month.


When you walk across the room to talk to the hot girl that just arrived. That’s THIRSTY. You failed the first test immediately. She sees it and you’ve fucked up your first impression. When you try to impress the girl from the fist convo and brag about yourself, that’s THIRSTY. She hates you for it. Why can’t you just be chill? Chad would have been chill. When you make sexual jokes or comments… that’s THIRSTY. Why’s sex always gotta be on your mind? Chad doesn’t make these jokes. Chad doesn’t even really think about sex.

Gaining control of your sexual energy; not being lustful, not masturbating, not thinking sexual thoughts, not fantasising; these are all the accomplishments of a self-realised man. The best and most powerful men aren’t jacking off every day and trying to get laid. Getting laid is not important to them. They have a higher purpose. Women see these men and see their intuitive control over their desires and are attracted by it. They’re attracted to the fact that their one female weapon, sex, is ineffective against the powerful man.

They are disgusted by the men who capitulate to their tits and ass at first sign. God, I’ve gotten so much more, and better pussy, after I stopped acting like a thirsty, desperate loser, than I ever did when I was tryharding every day using TRP techniques to get laid. When you first encounter TRP there is a sudden urge to tryhard, and go out every night and use pick up lines and “it’s a numbers game” and all that. But the women you meet will see your insatiable thirst, and they will see themselves being used as pussysleeves, and they’ll reject you in favour of the chad who’s all “yeah whatever”.

If there's one thing I wish was taught to me outright instead of just implied when first finding TRP it's this. I wasted a lot of time tryharding when I could have done so well just being chill.

TL:DR; stop tryharding you fucking coomer.