This is the first real success I've had applying RP principles in a relationship, and I thought I would share my findings after 18 months. But it wasn't all perfect. The pill might have gotten lodged somewhere on the way down. But reality has a way of making sure it hits your stomach.

This post is to share that reality, and the valuable lessons I learned in the last 18 months. Much of this post has to do with dating teenage girls, and due to some of the circumstances I have chosen to use a throwaway. Read on, and see what RP knowledge I applied, and to what success, and where AWALT tore down the house I built. And why I don’t give a fuck.

The Girl: A 17 year old student of mine (18 months ago) who gave off signs of being interested. She initiated contact by searching out my Facebook. After some vetting, I discovered she’d be leaving the school later that year. (Don’t shit where you eat, but if she leaves where you eat, it’s fair game). Also this is not in the US. She was above the age of consent for the record.

How I nailed her: As a guy in his mid-late 20s, I already had a lot of experience with women. Reading TRP the last few years taught me precious information that I was able to use. And if you are a high-schooler reading this, or anybody else looking to get teenage tail, then listen up.

Confidence: By far the #1 factor here. Most adolescent males have very little confidence around the opposite sex because of their inexperience. In addition, young men are trying to find their place in life in a confusing world full of misinformation. This leads to more inexperience. Then there’s just the Pussyfication of America.

Basically, you can beat these guys by miles if you are just confident and show no fear. Read up on this for more details.

Communication: Apply the 2/3 rule, keep her chasing you, be mysterious. All this worked to my advantage.

Escalation: I didn’t escalate until the time was right. I took her out near the end of the school year, knowing that she’d accept. Made out in a movie theater on date #1. Could have easily had more. But this was a long con.

Date #2 got her over to my place, got her pants off. Second base. Steady escalation is the point here. It doesn’t have to be all in one go but there needs to be progression.

Date #3 I taught her how to give head.

Then I went back to the states for a few weeks. This was perfect, kept her craving. She was waiting for me the day I came back and I fucked her good. Which brings me to the next, and perhaps most important point:

Fucking: Young guys’ inexperience doesn’t play well in their favor, but even if that describes you, don’t worry about it. You’ll get in her pants anyway. Don’t freak out about performance, just perform. I know I can fuck her better than any of the other guys in her school, so I did. I definitely wasn’t her first, but I blew her mind and she kept coming back for more.

Now, we continued the summer banging each other senseless and she demonstrated appreciable LTR behavior, cleaning and bringing me food. She bought me a great watch with daddy’s money.

Here’s where the Long-Distance part comes into play. Her parents move to another nearby country while some family stays behind. I still have two other plates going this whole time for the record along with an occasional fuck buddy, she knows nothing of this.

I continue to maintain the same exact posture: 2/3 communication, daily (yet not all day) chat, and basically I’m trying to keep the pussy plant watered so that when she returns in a couple of months I’ll get that sweet young poontang again. And man, it was really something else.

On that communication, I NEVER gave her time that I didn’t need for other things. I was working on a novel. If she blew me up while writing I ignored it. During work I rarely texted her save for the odd break here and there. Take what you can get. Now, once all my shit was done, I would gladly have a 20 minute back and forth.

Her being in a new country worked to my advantage as the adjustment period was rough. I was the rock, albeit at a distance. I had extremely low expectations for the LDR, but lo and behold, it never faltered and she visited 3 times that year. Then she stayed the whole summer.

The sex continued to be great and whenever she came back she’d haul across the city in a 1hr 30 minute drive to come over to my place for some fucking. She was willing to go out of her way to tend to my needs.

So far, everything is going fantastically well. RP principles are ringing loud and true.

Where I fucked up: Love. Oh you bastard. Advice is “don’t fall in love” but this ignores the fact that love is a chemical process that isn’t entirely all in your control. All you can do is avoid situations where you might fall in love. I did not do that. As this LDR was working out, much to my surprise, and the summertime we spent together was fantastic, I got to thinking that maybe this one was different. Maybe I had found somebody special.

What that did was cause me to forget the truth: AWALT.

After she went back to her country, communication was notably different on her end. There were fewer random messages during the days for me to respond to later. I also started work, and she was back in school starting senior year. Red flag #1, any time something changes you should be wary.

I noticed her Snapchat story was increasingly populated with hangouts at house parties and there was a very high number of dudes. She would admit to going to them but told me never to worry about it. Red Flag #2. The gut told me otherwise, and I listened to it.

I suspected that after that first year she had settled in and upon return had plenty of people wanting to see her. She now had more options and was more comfortable in her new home. She didn’t need the rock at a distance as much anymore.

So my plan was to fly there and end it. Spend a few days, enjoy those final drops of juicy pussy, and cut her loose. Adding to this decision was the fact that she probably wasn’t going to return to my land that year, and I knew that no woman could hold out that long. So I accepted it. She didn’t know that this was the plan.

And this is where AWALT slapped me in the face and balls: Communication continues to slide in the weeks before my trip, which I thought was extremely unusual. I figured she’d be amped, instead she seemed more preoccupied with “school work”. I fly to another country and she comes over after school. She’s nowhere near as enthusiastic as I had expected. Starfish sex. I went to handle her rough as I always did, and she complained about being sore from soccer practice.

I’m rightly pissed off, but again I can overlook it. I’m here to break up with her in two days. I don’t mind. See you tomorrow. Or so I thought.

She stood me up the whole next day. Claimed she had too much homework. Not even dinner. I was furious.

The third day she didn’t come over until late into the evening. I was too angry to fuck. The ingratitude of her, to blow me off the whole time I was in the country. It rocked me.

When I told her we were breaking up she showed little to no reaction. Holding back some tears, to be sure. But no emotion. No apologies for how the trip went. No sympathy. The split was amicable but I left angry.

AWALT Confirmed: Communication dwindled to zero within a few days. But after about 3 weeks she messages me out of the blue as Copa America involved both of our teams. I peek at her Snapchat story and of course there’s a picture of a new dude and “Love him” tagged on it. I say nothing about it, idle chit chat, and back to nothing.

Two weeks later, the exact same circumstance. She messages me to gloat about a goal. Another picture of this kid with a “Missing my bae” line tagged on it. I was three whiskies in and irritated about the game in general. I lost frame. I confronted her about it, not aggressively, but curious. I needed to hear it from the horse’s mouth.

“Yeah, I met someone. You?”

“No, it’s barely been a month. Glad it didn’t take you long.”

She dumped a heap of messages after that but here were the highlights:

“For a long time I felt like you weren’t there for me. You were always busy with your book.”

Backpedaling much? Remember men, it’s always your fault things don’t work out.

“I needed somebody to cuddle with and spoil with attention.”

Translation: I needed emotional support and dick.

Anger phase: It hit me like never before. It had hit before, but just not like this one. Something burned inside. How so much time and so much success could be completely forgotten and shit upon in the span of a few weeks. It’s a testament to how short-sighted women are. They must have their needs met and NOW. What have you done for me lately is the name of the game, and admittedly there was no other way the situation could have gone. But love twisted my brain for a bit. I expected better. I hadn’t expected her to drop me like that. That was my fatal mistake and the reason I entered Anger Phase. You can’t get angry if you don’t care, and I had cared.

Now a few days have passed. I am clear headed and have accepted the situation. It was an inevitable branch swing, which frankly should have happened in the first year of the LDR but somehow didn’t. I’m satisfied: I got some of the best pussy I’ve had in my life. I was a fat fucking piece of shit in high school and a decade later banged one of the hottest chicks in high school. And I earned it by applying RP philosophy and truth. And in the process, I learned the most important truth of all: AWALT.

Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go monk mode for a while. One plate left to France in the midst of all this and I’ll need to rebuild my repertoire soon. But not before I go and improve myself further.

Lessons: * Teenage girls are surrounded by guys with low confidence, use it to your advantage * If you have some experience in the sack, you can fuck a teen’s brains out and she won’t know what hit her. * Long-distance relationships will never last. Best not to waste your time. * Try not to fall in love because love makes you forget that SHE ISN’T SPECIAL * AWALT: The second her circumstances are better than your ability to provide for her, she will swing to a new branch.