It's been about two months since my last FR. Since then I've gotten all the craziness and anger out of my system and I feel much better for it. I get it guys, most of us have been burned by women and we all need a place to vent, but I don't think you can truly be RP (or happy) if you resent women and hold on to that anger. They are what they are. As Rumi said: "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself."

More and more I've been seeing RP proven true both in my own endeavors and in life. In the past two months I've had a girl in my bed every weekend; maybe not so much action as some of you studs but a nice change of pace for me. However, recently I deluded myself into thinking a plate I was spinning was relationship material. Solid 8/10, great sex, even better conversation. Eventually she asked me to take her out on a 'real date' for once and I was more than happy to do so. But an hour before I'm supposed to pick her up she texts me canceling because it turns out the whole time we've been hooking up she's had a serious boyfriend. Remember: AWALT. Just because a girl is interesting and fun doesn't mean she's exempt.

But now on to the good part.

I've been chilling in San Diego for the past week. I know nothing about the city so I made a post on Facebook asking if anyone wants to hang out. Even just a few months ago a post like that would be ignored, maybe a pity like or two, but within the hour 3 girls are hitting me up. On top of that my buddy decided to drive the 2 hours down from LA just to hang out for the night. I can't emphasize how important it is to have solid, male friends you can count on.

Last night, we met one of the girls and her roommate at their apartment to pregame before we hit downtown. This girl isn't that attractive, but she's a good time and knows all the cool spots. Her and her friend are MAYBE 5s. But because of our fucked up society even these girls are swimming in attention. They're getting likes on tinder, they're talking about all the guys that are hitting them up. My friend even had the balls to talk shit about some dentist that took her out to dinner because he was "only 5'8"." I honestly can't even imagine the validation that 8s and 9s must be getting. People talk about how guys are the players, but not counting the 10% alpha studs, the average girl gets waaaay more action than the average guy.

(Side note: these girls are persian. White boys pay attention. Middle Eastern girls have so much fucking self-hatred it's insane. They will bend over backwards to get some white dick. They're fine bumping some ethnic music in the car but if you ever ask them about guys their own race? "Lol no thanks")

Eventually we end up at a hookah bar. The music is good, place seems cool, and there are hot girls everywhere. I don't know what it is about the coast but shit. About 40 minutes in some guy walks in the door: good looking, fresh haircut, VERY fit, and dressed to fucking kill. Definitely a step above all the scrubs in ratty jeans and tapout shirts. All the girls are checking him out when he walks in. At that point he could have had any girl in the place. Honestly I might have been worried if I had actually been making moves on the girls with us.

But then he comes over to our booth and puts on the most supplicating beta bullshit show I've ever seen.

He totally ignores all the gorgeous girls in the lounge to hit on these two beat girls. Maybe he thought he could poach or something? He starts talking about how they're the most beautiful girls he's ever seen and how he's out there on his own and really wants to get to know them. He's bragging about how much money he's making; repeatedly pulling out a money clip and counting the bills. At one point the roommate says she's hungry so he goes across the street to McDonald's and buys them this huge party pack filled with food! (This girl ate 3 burgers and a box of nuggets right in the middle of the lounge) Everyone in the place is laughing at him. The last straw was when he tried to act hard by moving the coals with his fingers and burned the shit out of himself and knocked the whole hookah over. He's starting to tear up and the management is yelling at him so he throws down some bills and runs out.

The girls spent the next half hour talking constant shit about this guy. The guys next to us just said "what a pussy" and were over it immediately but the girls just viciously ripped this guy apart and fucking bathed in the validation they got from tearing this guy down. It didn't even matter that this guy bought them a shit ton of food they we're giving me and my buddy shit for not kicking that guy's ass out of the lounge. I guess even strong independent womyn need men to fight their battles. But it's crazy how these girls were so eager to send this guy to the hospital for having the audacity to hit on them, not to mention my inevitable arrest if I had obliged them. At that point I told them to shut up or we were leaving them and me and my buddy enjoyed the rest of our night as the hamsters spun away.

At the end of it I can't complain. The lounge apologized to us and comped our hookah plus I got some quality entertainment. But like the greasy pizza these girls no doubt ordered after we left, this guy went from top dog to beta bitch in 30 minutes or less.

PS: If you guys are looking for some RP fiction/classic lit, I highly recommend Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin. A lot of good insight in there.