We were in bed the first night we met when she asked me if I was gonna hit her when she did something I didn't like. Her ass was already bruised from having spanked her hard, so I understood where the question was coming from, but she was really telling me was how unbelievably tight my frame was.

I said no. The answer she wanted to hear was no... or was it? No is the truth anyway, so who cares.

I don't think my frame has ever been so tight as to make a girl think I'm "where's my dinner, bitch" abusive and have her still want to give me the best blow job I've ever had.

This is frame. This is the opposite of flowers and candy, and poems and feelings. Frame doesn't necessarily need to be this tight, but it should be closer to this than raindrops and roses.

Frame turns a woman on... Even if she wanted my answer to be no, that I wasn't going to hit her out of genuine anger, she was certainly excited to ask... I imagine she was unsure of the answer while I fucked her, and she maybe liked being unsure... I wasn't ambiguous in my answer, and it hurt my frame just a tiny bit- no big deal, really.

Her job after that night, whether she was conscious of it or not, was to entirely destroy my frame... even if the kind of great sex we had relied on the very same frame she sought to destroy... of course, this is all a mystery to her. Remember, women look at dating like watching a movie- who cares how it's made; it's either good or bad. Men must examine the movie, and be able to replicate it.

And so she would throw out her shit tests, and nasty comments, tell me how we "can't do this forever" and she was on "plenty of fish to find a boyfriend, not just a fling" (LOL), and how she's gone on "actual dates" with other men, who actually treat her "like a lady" and who pay, whom she doesn't fuck, when I only have her meet me at my apartment....

I like this one, and even that admission hurts my frame a tiny bit... but, it's true. She's cute, we have a good time together, and the sex is great. At another time, in what feels like another life, I would have made her my girlfriend... but now, at thirty-five, this is a privilege for only the most elite.

Men in their thirties should have the same kind of bullshit checklist that little girls make for their Disney hunk-with-a-heart ideal... I want young, 22-27, feminine, ideally Christian, intelligent; aesthetics are actually lower on the list, but still important- for my purposes, I'm quite happy with an HB6 (HB7 when adjusted for typical TRP inflation).

So, in laughing off these shit tests... things got interesting when she asked me if I had fucked anyone else since I've known her. I cheekily avoided giving a direct answer at first; she had been on dates since we met, by her own admission, so I knew this was straight-up dread game and not something she would feel forced to consider a "deal breaker." I drew it out- told her how I didn't feel this kind of conversation was appropriate... and when she was absolutely dying to hear the answer, I told her the truth- Yes, I had fucked another girl since we met.

To be honest, this was more like a fun experiment... I had a good idea that she'd have to swallow it, but I didn't really know... and she did swallow it.

Freedom isn't free, though. A huge mistake is assuming that a passed shit test isn't going to lead to a boss-fight shit test. This is like a video game. The space invaders only speed up. If you pass shit tests, and hold tight frame, her job will become an even greater attempt at breaking your frame.

Think of the frame-breaking a plate will attempt to put you through as short and intense; if she manages to break you to the point where you accept her as a girlfriend, the long-con begins where she poison drips your frame until it's two years later and you're a whimpering shell of a man.

If anyone tries to sell you universal advice, keep in mind that there is no true universal advice. You can learn how things work, and apply that knowledge to your own natural game (this is what we do here on TRP), but everyone is calibrated a little differently.

I lost a handful of frame when I made her dinner last week. My game relies on a lot of sexual tension, my game relies on smug condescension, smirking and aloof- and while we have a good time, because I always have a good time, this is how my game leads to a tight frame and subsequent good sex.

When I made her dinner, the night was suddenly framed as "the good boyfriend" even if I'm not her boyfriend. This may not break the frame of other men- this portion of the post isn't necessarily direct-advice. But for me, for what works for me, this did not work for me... and because I was actually trying to be nice (gross), because I do like her (puke), and thought we could have a nice evening together (blarg), I did not keep a mindful eye to frame at all....

This is when she pounced with a direct assult! "Are we ever going to date????" "Where is this going????" "Do you even like me?????"

So, lets take a look here.... I show her I like her by making her a dinner that took all fucking day to put together, I'm acting like "the good boyfriend," I'm giving an inch by relinquishing a bit of frame... and, no surprise, she takes it as an opportunity to shatter me entirely.

This is the portion of the post where you learn HOW THINGS WORK, and apply it to your own life.... This is always and forever how things work.

But what about the kind of guy who is with a girl whom he does like, who is maybe a little notch above what he's used to... Whom he thinks is a keeper? Whom he is giving up his spiffy fucking A-game to?

That man ends up in a relationship. That man ends up trying to live his life as "the good boyfriend." That man ends up a whimpering shell of a man. That man ends up alone with his dick in his hand.

TLDR: Plate = perpetual mega-tight frame, Girlfriend = relinquish a bit of frame, and good luck buddy.

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