Howdy Everyone.

This is a lengthy field report, but it ends with an f-close after three separate meets. Also, a seed was planted that led to a later, more recent, f-close with a different female. Yes, I know this is long, but that's because I wanted to outline the techniques employed for each scenario. If you're looking for the payoff, read the bolded paragraph and TL;DR at the bottom.

To preface this, I’ve been a lurker of TRP for a couple of years now, though I learned PUA game to an extent via exposure from David Deangelo, which led me to self-improvement readings taught by Jack Canfield, Wayne Dyer, Dale Carnegie, Napoleon Hill, and then eventually to online sites such as ArtOfManliness, which led me to ReturnOfKings, Robert Greene, Rational Male, then TRP. Throughout that time I’ve been lifting, boxing, meditating, but I’ve always been a dancer and advocate of healthy eating and supplementation. Although I am aware that everything regarding TRP theory has already been said (for the most part), the techniques used in this field report (With more to come if the reception is good) is all a product of my journey, and I hope this provides some insight to newcomers of the magic TRP can provide.

So, this field report is from October, and was originally posted live in the unofficial RP discord server.

Let me set the stage:

Already by this time, I had established four plates; receiving free drinks from one at a coffee shop I frequent, receiving free food from a local Taco Bell, had a bellydancer for a dance partner, and a chick I knew from Boxing that I hook up with from time to time. Also at this time, I was putting work into a 19 year old prospect who worked at an apparel store, and was buying shoes and socks at a discount.

Anyway,

A girl “friend” of mine had been attempting to play matchmaker with me and a friend of hers for a couple of months, since we were both single- Quick funny story about this ‘girl’ friend…We met through some mutual friends a couple of years ago, went to a couple of political rallies, and definitely displayed strong IOI’s with me. I had her over my apartment once, along with a couple of other ‘girl’ friends for a board game night, and she was the last to leave. I knew I could have easily closed that, but chose not to because I knew she was crazy (Possibly BPD, not sure), and I was turned off by the fact her lipstick stained her teeth, so I never even went for a kiss. After she left for the night, she had sent me a text saying something to the effect of “You could have kissed me, you know.”

Eye Roll Yeah, I know, but I wasn’t about that. I played the innocent ‘dumb’ I had no idea act. Fast forward a bit, and this girl has a boyfriend now and we’re still friends. I’m glad I didn’t make an effort to hook up with her, because she introduced me to this…very interesting woman, at a Halloween Party she was hosting. I already had strong Social Proof on my side, because my friend (The one I had rejected) had been talking me up to this Fashion Blogger, who actually turned out to be quite prominent with a staggering amount of sponsors. I can’t say much about this Fashionista in fear of doxing/getting into trouble, but I’ll just say she regularly donned apparel and accessories that retailed for several grand, easily.

Anyway, now that the stage is set, here’s how it went down.

I show up to my friend’s house for her Halloween Party (The one I had rejected and now has a boyfriend), and I’m dressed as the Red Power Ranger (Thanks, Aniki Cosplay for a killer Peacocking outfit). I say my hellos and greetings to a few of my friends and met some new people there- This party was pretty hopping. I find my way to the kitchen where the fashionista and one of my friends who is basically an “Instagram Model” were drinking beer and sharing buffalo chicken dip the fashionista had made and brought over. I immediately walk over, give the Instagram model I recognized a BIG hug, and then move over the fashionista and give her a hug as well, saying “It’s great to finally meet you.” She says likewise, mentioning that she’s heard a lot about me. The fashionista was supposedly trying to be dressed up as the 80’s singer “Blondie” but I didn’t really recognize it as such at first. I made a joke about it suggesting she could have said Madonna or anyone else and we would have believed it. We laughed.

After shooting the shit for a little bit with the fashionista, I leave to allow the ‘energy and vibrations’ so to speak to relax, while I continue building momentum by socializing with my friends and getting to know the new people I’ve never met before. There was one guy dressed in a pretty decent “Green Arrow” getup, and there was a ‘bulky’ and fit 6’2ish guy dressed in a Roman Soldier type outfit. Clearly he was an AMOG, so I’ll refer to him as AMOG for the rest of the report.

I go upstairs to use the bathroom and see the fashionista talking to this guy with a beard and glasses I haven’t met yet, but in passing it sounded like he was venting about some personal issues he was going through. I pay it absolutely zero mind, and continue on my business. When I go downstairs, I sit at the table and see AMOG again, who looks a bit distressed (I much later found out he was jealous about the fashionista chatting in private with the guy w/ glasses and beard I mentioned earlier...). We somehow got on the subject of combat sports; He mentioned he used to be in the marines, and was currently practicing Krav Maga. Being familiar with Boxing myself, martial arts, and read a bit about Krav Maga myself a few years back, I immediately engage him in conversation regarding striking technique. He nods and acknowledges everything I’m saying as correct, at which point I sense he might have either been bullshitting or was threatened by my presence… I’m not tall, I'm much shorter than he is, but I own that shit. I’m well-built, fit, and wearing an authentic looking Red Ranger spandex suit that hugs my muscles and frame well, and on top of it all, I am conversing about a topic I am extremely comfortable with, hence dominating the frame of the conversation.

Once I start to recognize this, I compliment his outfit, grab my beer and suggest I’m going to socialize a bit outside.

As I’m standing outside the house, speaking to a few of my friends who were out having a cigarette, the Fashionista walks out, followed a bit by Mr. Green Arrow. We both make eye contact, smile to each other and start to make further small talk. Roman Soldier AMOG soon comes out and starts to hover along with Mr. Green Arrow, trying to make conversation with Fashionista, at which point Fashionista takes notice, becomes a little flustered, and says:

“Hey so, I’m just out here to get a little air, can you guys just…Go away? Like. Shoo.”

Green Arrow and AMOG look to each other a little confused, pause, then look towards me as if I should be making the first move to walk away and give Fashionista space. I raise an eye brow and look over to the Fashionista, to which she then says:

“No, not you. Them.” Motions to Green Arrow and AMOG They both walk away in almost defeat, and I smirk to the blogger, pull her close by the waist, smirk to her and say,

“Wow, you know, that was pretty hot. I’m not used to seeing a woman who actually takes charge.”

She smiles and laughs, saying that they never leave her alone (Orbiters), especially the AMOG who she has known for a long time but has always been in the friend-zone. I strike a brief convo about him and she says he was never actually in the Marines and he likes to bullshit about that a lot. He was just in the Army for boot camp or something to that effect but never even deployed, and she found him to be insufferable.

Fast forward a little bit, I’m still socializing at the party with both the guys and girls, but the Fashionista abruptly comes up to me and tells me she has to go, as her mom is on the way to pick her up in a few. I’m like, whoa that’s quick (Check the time, it’s not even past 11 yet). I take this as a sign to pick up the pace, take her hand and tell her to come upstairs with me for a moment, to which she obliges (Isolation- Not that it’s even necessary at this point). When we get upstairs, I hand her my phone to have her give me her number. She does, with a smile- I smile back to her, wrap my hand behind her hair and around her neck, and pull her in for a kiss. We start making out for a good minute. We smile, she leaves with her mom, but not before parting with one last quick kiss on the street as we say it was a pleasure to meet each other.

Afterwards, I later end up winning the best Male costume contest (Got a funny little ribbon award), and Best overall costume (Got a free bottle of Bicardi Silver). There is also a female dressed as some princess who won best female costume; (Funny story about that particular female- She added me on social media afterwards, and now she is also a plate of mine. That’s a field report for another time)

The next day, I’m hanging out putting in work with the 19 yo apparel store manager (That’s also a field report for another time), but I text the Fashionista and set logistics to meet up again soon (Tomorrow), because I tell her I was going out of state for a week on vacation after that.

Now it’s date time. I pick her up, we go to a wine bar, and we sit at a booth, although I sit directly next to her instead of across the table. I just like it that way because it lets me easily rest my hand on her thighs and establish kino.- I buy first round, she buys second. After that, we switch venues and go to another bar, this time one she happens to frequent.

I get the next round, and shoot the shit with the bartender, who I find out over the course of the conversation happens to be roommates with a famous Retro-Synth wave artist who has works featured in movies, and also happens to be going to the same city I’m going to, the NEXT DAY. LOL. It’s hilarious how big of a coincidence this is. We joke about how we’re going to see eachother at the airport, although we weren’t taking the same flights. As I’m talking with the bartender, and the fashionista is clearly enthralled and excited with how outgoing I am.

She buys the second round, and then the third and fourth rounds are poured by the Bartender, on him. Between us, we end up drinking two bottles. So, I drop her off, but I’m not getting any kind of signal that she’s going to let me inside…at the same time too though, I realize I forgot to pack condoms anyway, so no biggie. I opt to walk her to her door, and we make out on her porch and I grip her ass while doing so and instantly realize there is definitely merit to her word that she practiced Yoga. She wishes me farewell on the trip and to enjoy myself. No f-close yet, but that’s fine…I’m having a plate come over the next day before the trip to send me off proper.

SO- Fast forward a week, and now I’m back from vacation, and it’s Halloween. By this time, logistics with were set with the Fashionista to go on a date.

Here is where things get juicy. I’m going to essentially post my field report that had been posted that day in the unofficial Red Pill discord chat- Please read it as if the field report was written that day, just after it happened (Because it did):

I met with the fashion blogger again last night- I originally said she was an HB9 but really, she’s a natural HB8 with an HB9 body who happens to be very well dressed with style (I mean, that should be a given, right?), cute face, nice thin athletic bod, and some sexy tattoos around the waist and hip.

The original plan was to meet up on Monday when I returned back from my trip, but it was pushed back due to logistical reasons related to a small kitten she just adopted. Honestly, I was perfectly fine with this because I was exhausted from the trip, and was also talking with another gal (19 yo) so I went out with her instead, and got me a nice discount on some new comfy shoes, and was able to play with her at her place on the couch as an appetizer.

So then today, fashionista and I were going to meet up downtown after she was off class, where I would pick her up and we would go wherever- Except, those logistics weren’t really hashed out yet. I had no idea what a good spot would have been downtown, and I actually somewhat dreaded the idea of going out on a date, downtown, on Halloween, and have it be cold as hell at 30 some odd degrees. Thankfully, our mutual friend (The girl ‘friend’ who matched us up) pulled through and invited us over to hang out, drink, and pass out candy (It didn’t even occur to me that today was going to be Halloween! I’ve been so busy lately). This was great- and I made it a point to pack my backpack with a bottle of Port and verified I actually had condoms in there, just in case.

I pick her up in my Mustang, and she immediately greets me with a strong kiss on the cheek. We shoot the shit for a bit about my trip and what she’s been up to, stop by a place to pick up beer to drink at the friend’s (She pays for the six pack, I had already brought some port wine that a plate had left at my place), then we finally arrive to my friend’s place where they’re sitting outside the front lawn with a fire pit setup passing out candy.

I greet my friends with hugs (Female friend first, then her boyfriend), take a seat, am passed nice hot apple cider spiked with cinnamon whiskey, and the fashionista sits across from me on the other side of the fire pit. We’re all casually talking, but the fire pit starts to blow a little bit of smoke in my face, so I take my seat, walk it over, and sit next to the fashionista dame and press forward with kino, touching her thigh, giving her a smile and kiss, letting my foot touch hers, etc.

I’m hungry, and haven’t eaten yet, so I suggested picking up pizza on me, for a couple of reasons- Firstly, Pizza is cheap and is enough to feed a small group, which also makes me look like a total generous bro. The guy friend was all for the idea as well, and knew of an awesome pizza place nearby. So, we went inside the house, had another drink- They both tried the port and loved it, although it wasn’t so much to the fashionista’s liking. I was unphased and okay with that. The guy friend also rolled up a joint and smoked me out in the next room while we waited for the pizza to get ready before picking it up. While we’re smoking, I receive this text from our female mutual friend (I’ll refer to her as “S”), who is just in the other room with the fashionista (The original discord post has a screenshot posted here…I’ll just post what it said):

S – She really really likes you-trust me. She told me she was swearing off dudes and she’s letting you put your arm around her. And she thinks you’re really cute. She’s told me several times :) :)

I look over into the other room and shake my head at “S” with a smile, to which the fashionista notices me and I smile back to her and give her a wink before returning to the joint with the buddy/boyfriend. “S” then walks over, says something sweet to her boyfriend I can’t really remember, but then gives him a nice big kiss. Taking this as a cue, I decide to get up, walk over to the fashionista, and make out with her a while.

ANYWAY- just as the guy and I leave to pick up the pizza, I tell the ladies to enjoy their girl talk with a smirk and wink. I’ll skip forward to when we get back.

So we eat, and start playing a fun as hell card game, and another friend comes over (One of the guy’s buddies) and we’re chatting, laughing and having a great time; all the while I’m playing footsies with the fashionista. The kitten gets brought up in conversation and she starts showing pictures and videos of the small kitten to her friends, and me- I love cats and animals- I come out and say to the fashionista, that I would totally go out with her just for the chance to meet and hang out with her cat and started laughing. She looked a bit taken aback by this, but I shrugged and shook my head with a smile while we continued to play, and I held my frame without saying “Just kidding” or anything like that.

So we’re getting fairly drunk and it’s around 9:30 PM, and she asks me if she should let her mom know to pick her up in an hour since she is getting off work or if I would be able to take her home later- She’d need to know soon while her mom was in the area. I said it wouldn’t be a problem at all for me to take her home later, because I mean, obviously I’m enjoying her company and would prefer it there.

“So late it is, then!” she says.

As the game winds up, she suggests we play a round of cards against humanity after. The guys are more interested in playing Mortal Kombat 2 on the Genesis, which I am completely down for. So obviously, three to two, the guys and I decide to play Mortal Kombat. The fashionista and “S” smiles, and she tells us to have fun. So, we’re playing MK in the next room, and I’m dominating them both because I grew up on that shit and used to play the more recent ones competitively.

After a few rounds, we play Cards Against Humanity, have a couple of beers, and it’s finally about that time where we’re winding down and it’s 11 PM. Here’s where it starts to get juicy and interesting-

The guy friend leaves, and honestly we’re all a bit lit. I’d need to sober up for an hour or so before I could really drive, but even still, it wouldn’t have been a great idea to drive because it’s Halloween Night and the police are on extra paranoid alert on nights like this. The fashionista suggests having her dad pick us both up to stay over at her place.

…… This took me by surprise, and my first initial reaction/instinct was- Well, I don’t know if I want to have her dad drive me around while I’m a bit lit, and I was originally planning on likely just staying the night as “S’s” place if anything, and I’m not sure if I want to meet her parents yet or at least under this circumstance. So, we have a small discussion on the topic and the options were:

  • I could stay the night here while her dad picks her up
  • I could sober up some and take us both to her place later
  • Or, I could just go with her and her dad…

…But the thing is, my car is here at “S’s” so it’d make no logistical sense to me to go over there with her and her dad, so I’d need someone to take me back to “S’s” in the morning, either via her parents, or I’d have to take an uber.

They did have a good point with me not driving though….because, I didn’t want to get pulled over. I decided to play a little hard to get and say that, I was fine with just staying here then, since “S” had offered to let me crash, and her boyfriend was perfectly okay with that. I noticed the fashionista’s face kind of ticked a bit as if she was displeased with my choice, and she looks to her friend “S.” I notice this and say,

“Well I mean, my car is here, and I have to work in the morning…I’d have to get a ride back here somehow though or take an Uber.”

The fashionista then said, "You don’t need to spend money on an uber, my mom could take you back here in the morning."

Wew! Talk about being handed this on a golden platter. Okay! Can’t argue with that.

Okay, I know this is lengthy as hell for a field report, so here we go:

  • The dad picks us up. I sit in the front seat, she sits in the back. He’s playing rock music and I make a remark that this is my jam.
  • WE LITERALLY GET FUCKING PULLED OVER. LOL.

Cop says, “How are you doing tonight, where are you headed?”

Dad responds: “Oh, just taking my daughter home.”

Cop leaves w/DL and insurance, comes back and says, “I know you’re in a hurry but please drive safely and slow down a bit, yes?” I guess he was going 46 on a 35, but it didn’t really seem like it was that fast…Honestly, that could have been fucking me, and I dodged a bullet right there.

So, we get to her place, she has a cigarette to take the edge off, but I decline because I don’t smoke. She tells me she usually doesn’t bring guys over to her place like this after just a couple of dates, and I shrug saying everything’s alright, I’m not one to judge. We start to go into her place and she’s muttering to me about how she’s sorry the place is a bit of a mess due to laundry and her bed needs to be made and such- I chuckle and tell her not to worry about it. She goes on a little bit more about it and then I literally say with a smile, “Stop overthinking it.” This becomes my go-to saying for the rest of the night every time she goes on an anxious/nervous tangent.

We go to her bedroom, I play with the small kitten and help her with making her bed. We make out for a bit, still dressed, and she starts to set up Netflix on her tv. While she’s doing this, from behind I draw my hands up across her sides, up her shirt, brush gently against her breasts- to which she says:

“I’m not there yet…” (a not ready ASD/LMR indicator)- BUT, as she says that, I continue up to her shoulders and hold my hands there, pulling her close as if that was my intent all along like a smooth motherfucker. She starts to look for her kitten, looks back to me saying “Sorry-“ and I smile again shaking my head telling her to “Stop overthinking.” She smiles back to me, shrugging and relaxing a bit- I notice her tension leaves her body- and she says yeah, I tend to do that a lot.

She leaves to get dressed into comfier clothes, and leaves some for me from her dad since I didn’t bring anything, and then comes back and we put on a show before laying down and not really watching the show at all and just start fucking making out like our lives depended on it. She pulls up her shirt and we continue to heat up, then she says, “I don’t have any condoms or anything like that and-“ I interrupt and say, it’s okay, I actually have some in my backpack. So, I go over to my backpack and start to take them out, and she says, “No no, nevermind…This is too fast, I’m not ready…” (LMR)

To which, I stop for a moment, look back and smile and say, Alrighty, that’s okay it’s not a big deal. She smiles, starts to talk nervously and apologetically at which point I just say with a smile, “Stop overthinking it…” as we start to ravenously make out again and tussle a bit- She’s pulling off my shirt, I’m dry humping her, and we’re definitely heating up again. She then says, “Okay…okay, go get the condom…”

HAH! I go back to the backpack, get my condom (While I’m doing this I’m thinking like, fuck fuck fuck, I hope she doesn’t say wait nevermind again! Hurry up! Lol). I return back to the bed, we both pull our pants down, she starts to give me head and I prime her up as well. I pin her down, choke her a bit, and then she basically fucks me crazy in a few different positions to the point where I’m sore even after having a condom on. Bust the nut, we fall asleep after a little pillow talk, and the next morning her mom is dropping me off at my car after buying me a cup of coffee at McDonald’s.

So- TL;DR, lessons to be learned:

  • Social Proof can get you in. Don’t be afraid to turn a chick down…Hold that abundance mentality…She may end up hooking you up with one of her prettier friends.

  • AMOGs can be diffused if you bring them into your element.

  • Make sure your logistics are on point.

  • Lift. Meditate. Pick up hobbies and don’t be ashamed to just be yourself or be unapologetic. Confidence was a major driving factor in her attraction towards me.

  • Stop Overthinking It. Stop Fucking Overthinking It. Credit to my friend Dorman, an excellent PUA, for this mantra.

  • Please do read the field report, as a few different techniques were employed that will serve as interest to newcomers.

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