Hello Men,

I'd first like to thank this community for the support and advice it gives to men who are trying to better themselves. Some of the social constructs offered on this subreddit can really help to pull a man out of the matrix of feminism and pussy pedestalism that keep men tied to women who are not worth the purses they carry. Thank you.

So, I think this is what is called a field report. I've been in monk mode for a few months now. Don't party too hard right now, but occasionally I'll hang out at the bar where my brother works and have one.

My brother is good friends with a bartender (cute redhead) and her best friend and roommate, also a waitress, an uninteresting shorty. My younger brother, bless his heart, is trying to work both of them. He says he's had a conversation with the redhead cutie about his feelings for her and she, apparently, told him she feels similar. She has a boyfriend but is apparently unhappy and looking to make a change. Whatever.

So I spend my days working on music for few hours, going to class, and keeping my one bedroom stocked. Cooking, cleaning, etc. Two of my oldest and best friends turned out to be gay for each other and the fact that they never expressly came out to me, has created a weird tension between us, so I don't hang out too much anymore. That's another story though.

So on a Saturday night, sometimes I'll drink a beer where my brother works before we hang out. Of course then I've met his two friends and we've all hung out once or twice.

While sitting at the bar, I will mercilessly flirt and then ignore said redhead cutie while she's working. Not lookin to be up in that. Bros before hos, yall know. I just flirt for fun. But I see her glancing at me sometimes while I'm apparently not giving a damn about my huge blue balls, and I have thoughts. Naughty ones, I'll admit. But bros, you know.

So last night red head cutie has to close while I go out to some hillbilly "Ranch" danceclub with my bro, one of his friends, and a few waitresses. We're hanging out; it's fun. Shorty and my bro are dancing. Redhead cutie eventually shows up with my brother's backpack that he left at work, and it's 1:30 so we're getting kicked out of the bar. Red head cutie and I are walking a little ahead. She asks what I'm doing now; she says the others want to drive around and smoke, but she doesn't know about that; she's wondering if I live close, If we could smoke at my place.

It's whatever. We roll up. We're sitting on the carpet on pillows and stuff. My bro is snuggly with the two girls. I'm having a conversation with my brother's friend, but Redhead cutie is intent on directing every comment and question my way.

You men have seen this before. She's just watching me and finding any reason to talk to me even if it means she's criticizing. At one point she may have gotten a little self conscious; she apologizes and says that she's "an asshole" and that it's how she talks when she doesn't know what to say or something dumb like that.

End of the night. My bro is picking Shorty up from off the floor, and red head cuite is still talking to me. "Was I too mean?" This again. I'm like. "No." Because I don't care. Then, just to push her around a little, I give it a second thought and say. "Well, yea, a little." She apologizes. They leave.

Sorry for so much text, friends, but my instinct here feels so Redpill! I do not desire miss cutie. I've learned better than to chase poon. This red head cutie is fine, and she seems like a lot of fun, and, if I stuck around long enough and escalated physically, it'd be like poon fish in a barrel.

But it's too complicated. My brother is into a 22 yr old bartender with a boyfriend. I'll stay out of it. There are so many fish in the sea. Monk mode gets easier. Know when it's worthwhile to play sexual strategy.

Be dedicated to something. Keep your hands busy. Don't waste your hours. Contribute value when you're in groups. Have a focus, your career, your schoolwork, doesn't matter. Work to it. Tirelessly. Enjoy women responsibly. Maintain frame. Repeat.