I have bought into TRP as it applies to straight guys and gals for a while now, but I've just seen it in almost irrefutable action last night.
An old fuckpiece whom I used to get with a lot while he lived nearby was back in the area. Staying in a hotel in center city, no less. He invites me over because "miss you <3". Yeah, okay.
He basically does this thing where he pretends, for his own sake, that he has not planned on us having sex going into every sexual encounter. It's a total surprise that he wasn't expecting and he just happened to douche himself right before arrive because that's what you do for guests. Fine.
So we go through that and tear down every other flimsy wall he erects (i.e. I'm not sucking your dick, I'm not getting fucked by you, okay you can fuck me but I'm riding you, you can't hold me down jackhammer me) because it's this weird game where all parties involved know that he's dying to do all those things, but he needs to preserve an image of him not being slutty in his mind. It's almost a joke at this point. I make jokes about it with no repercussions.
He's fantastic. Really, he is. Very sexy and lithe, face sculpted by the gods, great ass. And he doesn't suffer from a case of being bad at sex, which I've noticed can happen if someone has been pretty their whole life. They've just never really had to be good at it. But he's really quite great at everything.
I stay the night because fuck it, he's got a nice hotel room, my home is a ways off, and there was a 100% chance of us having sex at least another two times. I inquire how he afforded the hotel room. He doesn't really have his life together and doesn't make a lot of money.
"Oh, a friend." he says. Right. I basically drag it out of him that he got a beta fanboy orbiter who's totally obsessed with him to buy it for him. He got someone whom he was not attracted to and didn't want to fuck to get him a hotel room so that he could have sex with someone he did want to fuck. Namely, me. I thought that was some AWALT shit right there.