Intro So last night I had a bit of bar success that I don't think would be possible without the help of TRP. I've been a long-time reader/lurker and have been applying the concepts I've been reading about from time-to-time, but haven't really had a concrete example to share with you guys until now.

TL;DR: Last night I took a girl home from the bar and fucked her brains out, all relatively easily thanks to TRP lessons I've learned from reading the sub.

Background: About Me Before I start with my story I just want to preface this with a little background info. I'm a regular dude but I would consider myself to be reasonably attractive. I lift consistently (4-6x/week on average), eat relatively healthy, and study Stoicism in my spare time. My point in saying all this is that if I didn't have this foundation (above average face/gym body/stoic mindset), none of last night would've been possible. Sucks to hear that, but that's how it is.

HOWEVER, having things like good sense of style, good hygiene, good haircut, confidence, etc. go a LONG WAY. They are in your control. And the best thing is, if you're in shape/in the gym consistently then you don't have to be super attractive because all the other things are on point. Confidence stems from this. You can walk into a room and know that everything is on point and it gives you a greater sense of self confidence (kinda like how when you clean your place you feel more organized. Same type of shit.) You can be awkward with girls but still succeed purely because you're jacked/have good hair/good teeth/smell nice/dress well/etc. All things within your control.

The Lambo Principle (I made this shit up so bear with me. I'm kinda drunk.) I'd compare it to owning a Lambo. YOu've put in the work. You bought the car. You've fixed it up. Sure, you might not be an IndyCar driver but odds are, a Lambo is still gonna win some races because it's a fucking Lambo. Even if you're awkward with girls you still might have a chance if you look good/smell good/etc. You have no chance if you're a fat and ugly bum.

The Red Pill Applied Any time I used a red pill concept, I'll try to italicize/mention it in some way so you guys can see what it looks like in action. Like I said, I've read so many posts/comments on here that it was actually really helpful once I could actually put the into practice and remain confident throughout the night.

Preface About a week ago I got a text from a female friend of mine who was wondering if I wanted to attend a concert with her after work (it was a Thursday I believe, and she worked at the concert venue so she had free tickets). She's actually married and her husband wasn't able to go so she asked me in his place. Even though I was kind of apprehensive, I said yes.

[RP Lesson #1: Go out when people ask you! Don't turn down invitations (especially not to free concerts).]

Anyways, after the concert I went out for drinks with her and her coworkers (mostly female).

One of her coworkers was a cute little thing about 23-24. This girl was there by herself but ended up inviting her "boyfriend" out to drinks. Keep in mind the only two non-concert venue workers at the bar were myself and this "boyfriend". The cute little thing (CLT for short) mentioned that her "boyfriend" and she were in the talking stage and that he was a dad and she was attracted to him because her was older and more established, more money, he had a truck, kids, etc. (we'll call him ChadDad).

[RP Lesson #2 Regardless of what you think, women like old dudes. It boggles my fucking brains. It’s dumb and fucking stupid but women will always use the bullshit line of, “Well he’s a little old but he has his life together.” Translation? He has money. He's mature. Whatever. What did I read on RP before? Money can drop the panties, but it can't make them wet. Well, for most older dudes dropping is enough.]

Anyways, the night was fun, I got a little more tipsy than I thought, and I finally went home. Alone. I had fun. Glad I went. Got a free concert out of it. No harm done. Glad I listened to TRP advice and went out and got out of my lonely little comfort zone.

Part I: Friday Night Fast forward to last night. Friday night. The married girl sends me another text saying that she was going out with CLT and all of her coworkers to celebrate CLT's birthday and that CLT had requested I be there because I was "fun." Lol. Ok. I'm kind of introverted but when I drink I like to dance and be funny and spontaneous. Glad somebody thinks I'm fun. Cool. I was appreciative that they'd invite me but honestly I wasn't super pumped to go because I'm kind of an introvert at heart. But at the same time, I remembered the post/comment from TRP about getting out of your comfort zone and saying yes to more invites (RP Lesson). So I went.

Part II: Meeting Friends I was originally invited to CLT's birthday dinner by our mutual married friend and then drinks after. I said I couldn't make it for dinner, but I might be able to join up for drinks later.

[RP Lesson #3: Appear busy at all times. Deny a girl's first request and make it seem like you're busy as fuck. Even if you're not. Even if you're literally sitting on your couch scratching your balls and playing Fortnite. (In my defense I was actually at the gym and then taking a shower, but I digress. You get the point: appear busy). Appearing busy gives off a sense of Stoic purpose and also an aura of mystery. Girls don't want a lap dog who says, "OH WOW, CLT'S BIRTHDAY!! SHE'S SO CUTE. SURE I'LL BE THERE 15 MINS EARLY AND I'LL HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!" That was me in the past. Fuck that. Live your own life. You're too busy to commit that much time to one girl. I'm too busy.]

Anyways, when I finally met up with them I showed up late to the bar (roughly 30 mins or so) and immediately grabbed myself a strong drink and found the group (some liquid courage goes a long way). It was 7 girls and 2 dudes (great odds for any Spartan! Lol. The dudes were married/LTR male coworkers). One guy was notably missing: CLT's man (the old, distinguished dad with kids aka ChadDad). Whatever. I barely noticed. I am just glad I'm out having fun on a Friday and not jerking off.

Part III: Plant the First Seed The night progresses and we played a few outdoor bar games/drinking games and kept drinking. I wished CLT a happy birthday and gave her a hug. Touched her, danced with her, just made her feel special.

[RP Lesson #4: You’re letting people into your life. Not vice versa. You’re the show. A true Red Pill man has his own aura about him. Girls are lucky to be a part of it. Have an aura. Own it.]

So I'm dancing with the married girl/CLT/their female coworkers and having a blast. Eventually me and CLT are pretty drunk and she starts to mention how I'm so fun, etc. and how she's annoyed that her man (ChadDad) didn't even bother showing up. She was pissed. Obviously she’s drunk so she’s happy, but I could tell she was at least a little hurt. She said something to the effect of, "I understand we're not officially dating yet but I can't believe he would miss my birthday. Ugh, what a dick." I jokingly nodded and said, “No worries. You can come home with me tonight.” She gives me this kind of confused/mischievous look and ignores me. I'm literally sitting there drunkenly nodding laughing at her because I don't actually give a fuck. Cool. Come home. Don’t. I don't care. I'm feeling good. I'm looking good. I'm gonna try and have some fun, maybe hit on some of her friends and then head home and grab some Taco Bell and pass the fuck out. Solid plan. Whatever.

Part IV: Out-Chadding Chad But this is where things change. I kinda had a little plan develop. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the alcohol. Fuck it: I'm gonna out-Chad, Chad.

[RP Lesson #5: Take control of every situation.]

So basically I continue to dance with CLT and her friends, we're getting progressively more tipsy, etc. until finally I look over at CLT and she said something about how ChadDad loves country and wouldn't know how to dance to this type of music anyway (idk some DJ/EDM bullshit lol. RIP Avicii.). I ignore her and just grab her and start jokingly line-dancing to EDM with her. She loves it. She's laughing and having fun. "Wow this is fun lol." Retweet. I never even mention ChadDad. She's tipsy. Finally I lean in and kiss her. Keep in mind I'm pretty tipsy myself so I kinda catch the side of her mouth. FUCK. I FUCKED IT UP. “I'M AN AWKWARD LITTLE BITCH,” I think to myself. Thankfully I’m kinda drunk by now. Who cares. But guess what? Instead of CLT saying, "Ugh, I have a man. That was too far," she says something completely unexpected: "Hey, you missed."

BINGO. So I lean back in and give her a real kiss. She kisses back.

Part V: Bar Closes

[RP Lesson #6: Escalate / The First Shit Test]

Fast forward to bar closing. I take CLT inside for last call and get her a drink of her choice. People are filing out of the bar so we walk out with all of her female coworker friends. My married friend politely says that it’s getting late and she’s gotta get back home. I suggest to CLT that we drive back to my place. Then: BOOM. Shit test. Out of nowhere she says, “You’re too drunk to drive. I need to find my friends.” Immediately I call an audible. I don’t panic. I’m fucking Peyton Manning prime 2011. I remember Red Pill shit. I say, “No prob. I’ll call us an Uber.” BOOM. She doesn't say anything but she looks content. Shit test passed. 3 mins later the Uber pulls up and she’s on her way back to my place.

Part VI: The Actual Shit Test We get back to my place. I let her inside and she starts asking about a bunch of shit. Shit tests everywhere. What’s this, what’s that. What’s this picture. Oh your place is small. Why are there dishes in the sink. Whatever. I’m pretty tipsy and have to pee like a racehorse so I excuse myself to go pee. The second I come out she drops the bomb: “So like you know I’m not gonna sleep with you, right?” WOW.

[RP Lesson #7: Pay attention to her actions, not her words. In the past I would'v said "fuck it ok go sleep on the couch you stuck-up bitch." LOL. But who's the real bitch if you get a girl back to your place and you don't even fuck? Suck it up. Swallow your pride. Who cares what she says, the key is what is she doing? She's obviously not at my place to play tiddlywinks and Fortnite. She came back there for a reason.]

I smile and chuckle. “Yeahhhhh ok. Are you hungry?” “Nah I’m good.” I show her more around my place including the bathroom/bedroom. She continues to ask stupid girl questions: “What’s this poster? Who’s that? Who’s snapchatting you?” I ignore her. She sees the poster above my bed: SURRENDER THE BOOTY. It’s a fucking skull and crossbones pirate flag. Lol. “What’s that?” she says. And I smile. I take a risk and say, “My personal motto.” She smiles back. Drunk me is ready. I grab her and throw her on the bed.

[RP Lesson #8: be prepared for multiple shit tests. ESPECIALLY if you manage to get her back to your place. Pass them and then act on your instincts.]

Part VII: Fuck You, Chad You can guess what happens next; don’t need to hit the details. I take off her bra and the rest is history. I’m beating her cheeks like they stole something. She even says my name during sex. I love that shit. This is the same Cute Little Thing who was sheepishly dancing and drinking and hoping to have a cute birthday dinner/night with ChadDad and close friends just 5 hours earlier. Whoops. Sorry, bud. I just blasted your girl’s booty cheeks for two hours cuz you were too lame to show up.

[RP Lesson #9: Always show up to invites. Sheesh. If you get nothing else out of this story. God damn. Show up. Have a good time. It's just one night, so come out of your shell.]

Epilogue: Follow What You’ve Learned at TRP!!! [RP Lesson #10: AWALT. All women are like fucking raccoons looking for the new shiny object. “My boyfriend is being lame? Ok. Who’s next? Boyfriend not at my birthday? Fine. I’ll fuck Boxyard.” Remember: AWALT. Some are more modest than others. Some hide it better. They want to be seen in their cute little outfits. They want to dance. Girls just wanna have fun. It's a shit song but there's some truth to it. They want men's attention. They want to be fucked. Be there to step in and out-Chad, Chad.]

Show up late. Act like you don’t care. Better yet? DON’T CARE. When you see a cutie, establish a connection. Tease her. Have fun. Show her a good time. She leaves? Ok, find her friend. She leaves? Ok. Work down the line. Who's paying you the most attention? Go for her. Her man not there? Steal her for the night. You get a chance to fuck? BEAT THOSE CHEEKS.

[RP Lesson #10: If you get a chance to fuck, FUCK. Really fuck her.]

Throw her on the bed. Be rough. Choke her. Spank her. Pull her hair. Talk dirty. Nothing elaborate, but enough to keep her interest. I was drunk as a skunk and my dick was limp as shit. Like it didn't even move I thought it was gonna fall off. Tip: DRINK WATER AS YOU'RE LEAVING THE BAR. Just trust me. No one wants whiskey dick. But it's not the end of the world. Use your fingers. Probably not your tongue on a rando but to each their own. Lol. No problem, I wake up in the middle of the night to fuck her when I sobered up and my dick decides to work.

Finally: Remember, it’s just your turn. Plus, best case scenario you turn her into a new plate. In my case? She hung around for sex the next morning and said, “You know I’m not the type of girl who usually does this.” Then she jumped on top and rode me like a fucking Comanche indian. You don’t do this normally? Yaaaaaa ok girl. Right. I hope my cum is still running down your legs next time you see your dude. Lol. Sorry, Chad.