TL;DR [FR] of previous post "Plating out of my league, help me keep frame." Examples of abundance mentality, IDGAF, Push-Pull, Text game, closing tips

[Field Report]

Not sure I'm ready for the big time @ /r/TheRedPill and since the discussion started here yesterday I'd rather post a field report referencing my post yesterday "Plating out of my league, help me keep frame."

First, some great advice from said thread that helped me make my night much better than it could have been:

Look at it this way....you're a 9 now too. Abundance friend, other girls see how hot she is and want a piece of you too. When shes with you, pay attention to how other girls look at you and realize you are now also the 9.

This gave me a nice confidence boost, and I had not thought of it that way.

The mentality of plates is they exist for your pleasure, not to please them. Treat her like she's he lucky one to be on the date, without crossing into off-putting douche territory, and it'llbe fine. Act like its her honor to be there but that you enjoy the company. Company that you could live without, mind you. It'll make her chase for more.

This is advice I've given to several posters here on /r/AskTRP myself. I'm the first to admit it's a lot easier to check reddit on my phone or at work and give clever answers or 'man the fuck up' answers, but I got held up because this plate happens to be more attractive than my normal plate range. Time to man the fuck up. This led to more relaxed body language all night, leaning back, away from her, chatting with the group next to us with my back to her, let her know she was not 100% my attention.

All girls are the same.

A 1 or a 0. You either want to fuck them or you don't.

Stop with this "out of league" bullshit you aren't playing soccer.

Besides using soccer as a weird 'league' example, 1NV0K3R reminded me that it's a binary game we play. Sex is no different with a HB9/8/7 except maybe your dick tingles a little more from one or the other. Honestly, some of the worst sex I had was with the hottest girls. Something about them not having to try so hard to maintain a sex life must mean they just don't try. Selfish hoes.

[Text Game]

Let's back up a bit to my texting with said plate, we'll call her Sarah. This girl is classic 'wait an least an hour to respond' texter. Gets obnoxious because you know no girl is without her phone 24/7. I had to tone it back a little because I would respond pretty quick and then when I would read the timestamps it looked really desperate. I started my own 'text timer' except for times when a response was needed/warrented faster.

Text to set up the date

  • Very little chit chat leading up to this (I asked where/when she was traveling for work this week), then went direct and to the point.
  • She's probably not lying about no one ever saying she looks smart. I actually 'see if youre as smart as you look' which could be implied lets see if you're a ditz but w/e
  • I occasionally use emojis, shoot me. I've toned it down a lot (if I looked back at old BP texts, I'd probably die from emoji overload
  • No 'haha' 'lol' 'omg'

Those texts were on Sunday afternoon, did not text her again until Tuesday night when I sent her the list of trivia topics (this bar releases them that day) and told her to study up.

Texting night of the date

This is where I may have lost frame in my old ways. She's now inviting a 3rd party to our date

  • First thought is maybe she's trying to lessen this as a romantic encounter and trying to friendzone me
  • Second thought it IDGAF play it cool no butthurt ever, ever
  • Third thought it it's 7:30pm and they're now heading to a second bar, this bitch is going to be way later than 8:15pm, and I can't sit at a bar waiting alone for 30min
  • I kept it sexual with the jealousy bits and made sure she knew what wavelength I was operating on

[The Date]

This bar is next to a couple other bars. I arrive at 8:15pm like I said I would, bar is pretty empty before trivia starts, I decide to pop over to the bar nextdoor that serves a more extensive draft beer list. Chat to the bartenders, choose a beer I've never heard of, start talking to the two guys sitting next to me at the bar. Not much in the conversation, text a couple plates back and some buddies about plans for the upcoming weekend. "Sarah" is radio silent. I know she'll text when she arrives at the bar, but I do not want to be sitting at THAT bar seemingly alone on my phone when she arrives.

8:45pm rolls around, I'm starting to get a little upset at how rude this is. I thought it was pretty clear what time we were meeting in the texts, but I'm already downtown and didn't drive, so I head back to the bar since I know that seats are going to be hard to find soon.

Coincidentally we arrive within 30 seconds of each other. I see her out the front window with another girl (Jill) after I had just ordered a drink. She came up to me, touched me on my back, said our hellos and introduced me to her friend. Bartender handed me a drink, said "tab?" and I said, "No, cash." and paid. She asks if I had been there long and I said "Actually I just got here." We got some seats at the bar and I start talking mostly to her friend about their night, how they know each other. Jill is in law school so I give her a hard time about whatever-the-fuck.

Sarah looks good tonight, short black dress and a cardigan with 4" black heels. I ask her if she got her cardigan at Goodwill. She doesn't seem too happy at that assumption. I go back to talking to her friend.

A new guy shows up, we'll call him Jack. He comes up to Jill and gives her a kiss, and then stands behind her. It's becoming clear this isn't a random friend of hers, it's her boyfriend.

Well well well, we're actually on a double date that's certainly a much better option than have a 3rd wheel. Jack is a cool guy, now we're riffing off each other poking fun at the girls.

Trivia starts, Jill actually is legit at trivia. We don't get last place, we don't win. All good. We each have ~3 drinks over the 3 1/2 hours. The last hour we spent outside just chatting in a very obvious double-date fashion, Jill is asking me questions about where I'm from, referencing things Sarah has told her about me, IOIs obv she's been talking about me.

Kino has been a bit weird tonight. Not sure if because it's not a dark club, she's with her friend and her BF or because it's still a new plate, but very few kisses, light touching. I force kino a bit but pull back, turn body language away from Sarah, generally act bored. Get out my phone for a bit while they're talking and I'm reading work emails and smirking/laughing. She asks what's funny I just turn the phone off and tell her I'm heading to the restroom.

We all say our goodbyes 12:00am and Sarah is driving me back to my place. Already alluded to the fact that she's spending the night. Neither of us have to work until the early afternoon Wednesday somehow, so I recommend a nightcap and we head back.

Jill calls Sarah just as we leave and they talk excitedly about something and suddenly we've pulled over and parked again. I guess the girls were talking about an arcade game they're both good at and Jill saw a bar on the walk to their car that had the console. Ok, let's do this, IDGAF. The four of us enter a new bar, kinda divey, and start playing this Galaga game. The girls are actually pretty good at it surprisingly. Jack and I suggest billiards, and we end up playing a couple games of pool couple vs couple (I'm not saying we're in a 'relationship' at all).

Kino is warming up, Sarah takes over the TouchTunes in the bar and starts queuing up songs from her "Slow Jams" Spotify playlist (more on this later). While I'm lining up a shot Sarah is in the corner of the pool room and a dirty homeless guy enters (theres a side entrance right there with the door propped open) and approaches her. She's obviously a bit uncomfortable and usually these guys are asking for money/handouts until a bartender/staff person shoos them away. I calmly stand up from lining up my shot, assume a dominating posture, and position myself between Sarah and homeless man. I tell him "I don't have any cash, time to go" as I put a hand on his shoulder and lead him back out of the door. He says "I'm drunk I just want a cigarette" I continue to calmly 'lead' him to the door and tell him "no one here smokes, time for you to go." This was not done in a holier than thou I am a white knight in shiny armor kind of way. The guy was a creep and he was affecting my night, I didn't really even look at Sarah at all throughout the 15 seconds

I calmly walk back to and sink my next shot and don't bother to look at Sarah or mention the event at all, but Sarah's kino ramped up to some serious 'my hero' level after that.

We're finally driving home 2am and Sarah queues up some music in her car This is my new #1 "Time to bang" song. Shit is tight and leaves nothing to the imagination Other go to Pandora Stations include: Robin thicke, Weeknd, No Diggity, Genuwine, and now Miguel.

We never made it to the nightcap. She set her alarm for 8:35am to wake up. I woke up at 8:15am and woke her up with a different kind of alarm. The first words that came out of her mouth this morning was 'Fuck me, fuck me harder' followed by "and good morning to you!" before she got dressed and left.

[Lessons Learned]

  • Don't let girls rattle you out of your frame, whether they're rudely late, bringing other people, changing the plans. IDGAF and the attitude that they're lucky you're willing to let them come along with you are paramount
  • Continue escalating kino, even when it seems like its resistant. For some reason she took some time to warm up, but by the end of the night it was on like Donkey Kong
  • Play off other men. Jack was a cool guy, and he was easy to lead into negging/ribbing the girls. Never felt threatened by him (obv he was with Jill, but even before I knew that my energy was always relaxed and dominant).
  • Play the song Valley by Miguel if you want a girl to know it's going down.

Lessons I still need to learn: Editing field reports to less characters.

God speed.