Gents this is my first contribution. Little to see here beyond my affirmations that this system is one-fucking-hundred percent solid. Wanted to share one week’s worth of non-stop observations from far afield, touching on almost every bit of RP that I’ve absorbed to date.

I work in a trade in the mining industry, and recently had to travel up to the far north. I needed assistance but I selected an apprentice I didn’t know much about. However, in his couple months on board with us, he’s earned a rep as keen to get the job done, and it was a strict timeline. Little did I know Ricky was as sheltered as anyone can be, and while meaning well, he’s a socially awkward white knight and thoroughly blue pill.

Being away from my wife is always a good time to practice next level game, get rejected, have some fun and verify some of the truths I’ve learned in the past year since discovering RP. I’ve seen the term ‘catch and release’ here and I’ll go with it - but I won’t have a wingman on this trip.

RP Subject #1 - Hitting the Wall

In my beta days, a few years ago at a previous job I was friendzoned by a HB8 co-worker because I was blue pill as fuck, even as she made it clear I could pet her beaver if I wasn’t so fucking lame. I remember her flirting with me hard and proudly ending that by telling her I was married cringe. Amazing what the benefit of hindsight reveals, and how simultaneously humiliating and enlightening it is. Anyway, given our working history and trade specialties we kept in touch by Linkedin (the only social media I’m sometimes on) 1-2 times a year since.

Had a layover of 8 hours in her new hometown on the way to my destination, so sent her off a note about a week in advance: “I have a stopover there next Saturday. Where are you taking me for lunch, I’ll be bored and hungry.” Got multiple texts back but played the text game / logistics only rule, and sat on it despite the typical stuff: What are you doing here? Where are you going? Who are you with? Responded days later upon hearing a “ meet me at in the neighborhood - with an “ok”.

The day of, didn’t think it was right leaving Ricky at the airport for the long layover; reluctantly told him to tag along, but tried not to show it. Besides, on the flight we got to talking and I see he’s a good kid; listens well and despite his Amish-like worldview, we have a few things in common.

Switched up the location after five minutes of net search seeing her choice was weak. Told her by text we’re headed elsewhere, “if you’re in”.

We arrived at my spot around 10am, had breakfast and enjoyed a few beers (I’m prepared to break my diet for the week since I hear the food up north is super carb-heavy anyway - thank fuck they have a gym). Our server was cute, a solid 7 and I flirted with her constantly, but in a real care-free manner - I have nothing to lose so zero fucks to give. When she hovers back to our table I’m mid sentence and completely ignore her, so we get a view of her delightful ass as she turns around to wipe down the table next to us. For the third time in 10 minutes. Ricky then takes notice of some kino techniques I’m trying out and we start talking about women and dating, as I point out our server’s positive response to my advances. Damn this is fun.

He tells me his LTR is expecting a ring soon, and he’s proudly saving up. Well this opens a whole new conversation as I ask why. He tells me about love, and she’s the one. I don’t talk about fight club, but I start asking questions that lead to tough RP truths. I ask him to give me a single good reason that he should get married. His first three responses are all her reasons. Not surprising. I call him out. He defensively asks me why I’m so against it when I’ve been married almost 20 years - I’m honest and say that if I knew at his age what I know now, would have been legally single for the rest of my life. Divorce is fucking expensive, particularly with kids. But, guess what? I’ve figured out how to make what I have satisfying and that was to focus and work on me, and me alone. This triggers a theme that continues throughout the remainder of our trip.

She arrived on cue at noon. Damn, she hit the wall hard AF. I hear about the catfishing on dating sites. Never even crossed my mind Linkedin would have the same scenario but should come as no surprise, AWALT. Nature, or more likely lifestyle wasn’t kind on our subject #1. She’s now a 6 with makeup, but likely closer to a 5 rolling out of her bed at six a.m.

My transformation from 215lb clueless blue cuddle toy to tempered 187lb stoic with a six pack threw her off. After mentioning how great I look, she sputtered non-stop for 5 minutes about her husband, I had to tell her to shaddup. The topic had a pre-emptive ASD reek about it, like she was trying to talk her hamster out of spinning some naughty thoughts.

I immediately detect friction between HB6 and our solid 7 server, my attention was now split between them. Made me chuckle at the thought they both picked up on that nuance and the feelz were real. Interesting field observation here - Almost seemed at one point that these two bitches decided the other might have the upper hand for my attention and caved the fuck in, like solid 7 thinking she didn’t want to ruin my date, and my “date” seeing I was enjoying the attention of our server. So I told solid 7 that “I should have introduced my cousin earlier” - HB6 picked up and played along nicely, accepting the role.

I asked her if so proud of her husband, why didn’t you introduce him? Well, he’s a busy and important man. Bullshit. Then more gushing about her kid and finally about the Beta Bux home she lived in. With a pool and OMG my landscaping. Time to shut the shit down. Her monologue like a steadily decreasing value statement from a seller bargaining with me, as I discover what is being sold is hollow or decrepit, even though I’m not buying anything. Several RP truths validated.

The hardest part of this whole field verification experiment was seeing how desperate she was for alpha dick without consciously knowing it. I wanted to tell her that in lieu of actually providing it, but this girl is not on my radar, see ya. I insisted she pay for everything as some RP icing on this truth-cake, so she did. Even asked me how much of a tip she should leave “this fucking bitch”, our server, haha. I said anything less than 20% would “make you a cunt”. Her body language indicated compliance.

Spent most of the taxi ride to the airport explaining the RP principles - without labeling them as such - that Ricky had witnessed back to him, mainly AF/BB, hitting the wall, her hamster, and remaining aloof. And a great example of how our server had more currency in the SMV. But he needed some further help. In part:

Me: “Dude, you recall when HB6 asked about what we were doing up north?”

Ricky: “Yeah, why?”

Me: “Did you notice her eyes glaze over when you started telling her?”

Ricky: “I noticed you interrupted me.”

Me: “Right. The technical details were boring her to tears. I interrupted because that was awkward as fuck and I could hear her pussy drying up.”

Ricky: “But I was just answering her question. What should I have said?”

Me: “We’re a tag team in the Nacho Libre wrestling league on our way to compete for the Northern Lights title belt. We’re sniper team eleventy on a mission can’t tell you anything about. We’re on the verge of discovering a multi-billion dollar diamond deposit. Whatever. Make it mysterious. Have fun with it. Play her along. Just avoid the boring as fuck stuff - keeping her hamster spinning is the point, man.”

RP Subject #2A - No Matter the Culture (Part 1) AF/BB

Our destination was a small enclave consisting of 90% aboriginals. Spent a few days in work camp. Those of you that have worked oil rigs, mines or any wilderness outpost up north will know what I’m talking about; close quarters and testosterone fuelled.

A cute native girl, HB7 was one of our kitchen hosts. Given the scarcity of females in this place, let alone any above HB5, she got a lot of attention. Quite a few ‘southies’ had been here for months, and there was many a blue-balled sack in this place. Not much available to drain said sacks, but like a live version of social media she giddily slurped up the ‘likes’ from all the dudes here. Didn’t get any from me, since I’m temporary and DNGAF. So go figure she flirted with me quite a bit; and even though I’m in considerably better shape than most of her peers, I’m double her age.

It had Ricky annoyed that he was nowhere on her radar, probably because he’s half my age as well. In fact his use of the word “invisible” made me recall Rollo’s writings on SMV - so that day while at work we discussed raising one’s SMV since it is currency in the SMP. And the fact that the only men visible to women must be above her in said marketplace, irrespective of age.

Ricky: “Don’t want to insult you, v_r but you’re not a spring chicken.”

Me: Yeah, “I’m salt & pepper, and wrinkly. So what. Youth doesn’t mean much to HB7.”

Ricky: “Guess she likes old men.”

Me: “Well, she seems to like me”. I thought of rolling up my sleeves or pulling up my shirt to provide visual evidence of what may be attracting our HB7 but not going to work that hard to explain this to a sheltered kid, think he knew anyway.

Though his ego took a blow, he seemed to absorb quite a bit. Spent some time talking about the cock carousel too, as it applied in this situation.

I passed HB7 in the hall near the end of her evening shift, she’s batting her eyelids at this dude with a bit of a troublemaker look, and she doesn’t notice me. I overheard them speaking their native language. Seeing the look in her eyes and hearing the tone of voice I smiled at the thought that she was enamoured with this guy, who perfectly fit the description of that asshole leaving all the betas wondering how he gets the girl - just the local edition. Hello RP up north!

This culture is known for their art. I took some personal time to ask around if there was an artist in the community, so I could see their work, and possibly purchase a piece or two. Was told about Anik by the locals. Walked to his house one evening, and HB7 answers the door. She recognizes me from camp and is friendly, but guarded.

I almost ask for her dad, but she’s introduced as Anik’s wife by him as he strides to the door, and I’m surprised to see Anik is a young man. Looked at his art, and while he was obviously skilled, respected and successful, his art wasn’t what I was looking for. Very interesting guy, but effeminate and soft in every respect.

HB7 was obviously bored with her BB husband, and though she’s got more security than most of her sisters in that remote village, she’s still willing to risk it all for the AF. This truth knows no cultural bounds.

RP Subject #2B - No Matter the Culture (Part 2) Dyed Hair Edition

To his surprise, Ricky got some attention from another kitchen worker at camp; aboriginal HB3 making a point to talk to him at every opportunity she had. As we head to the job site I ask if he finds her attractive, to an immediate “hell no!”. So why are you giving her all that attention man? Well its the blue pill nice guy in him, apparently. I give this broad a 3 since she’s at least sixty pounds blubberside, smokes like a fiend, has a big ‘ol jailhouse-looking tat on her droopy right teat, tongue ring that interferes with her already alcohol-impaired speech and a ‘hot pink’ dye job. As in, checks every fucking red-flag box.

I guess out loud to Ricky that she’s accepted copious amounts of dick. Many dicks, dude. Yooge dicks probably. Maybe even syphilis flavoured dicks. I mean it’s written all over her, but she’s hit the wall 3 or 4 times over and is super desperate for any attention. He counters that she’s simply “really nice” and wants to show him a good time, and not in the way you and I are thinking, good reader. Almost like he’s something special she’s never seen before. I laugh out loud.

So Ricky being the white knight in waiting to his unicorn back home, accepts an invite to “meet the family” of HB3 one night. Cool, good luck young man. I laugh out loud again.

He’s late getting up next morning, and not very talkative at breakfast. How’d it go? I ask. Well, he says he had a good time. It’s only after pressing in response to the 3-4 word answers I’m getting that he admits she made a “bit of a move” on him that he says he rebuffed. I laugh out loud once again - “Man, you were giving her all the signals!” He proceeds to tell me that she lives down south and is there on contract for a few more weeks until she gets home to her kids. Hmm. I’m not surprised that this is a single mom just wanting some dick.

“So why didn’t you nail her?” He’s so BP that he truly thought what came out of her mouth was the reality of the situation and was shocked when it wasn’t. I spent most of the morning explaining “watch what she does, not what she says”, and repeating myself on the AF/BB and hypergamous realities of women her age that are hitting the wall, particularly ones with kids.

Think just because you didn’t meet her kids immediately after you met her, that she has none? Why does that seem to be the default setting of any of her new male friends? AWALT, Ricky.

RP Subject #3 - Setting Boundaries

My liaison on this trip - technically our customer - turned out to be a nasty and unnecessarily wretched bitch. Picture hardcore rah-rah short-haired and overweight feminist, probably not laid in a decade, perhaps if ever. Likely employed due to the oh-so-in-demand ethnic minority + vagina factor. Constantly self-congratulating her “type A personality” as if we’re all supposed to be cheering her on, rather than wanting to cave her face in. It is immediately apparent that she is new to field operations and has something to prove. Great christ, just my luck.

If I fold this experience into everything else RP I’ve been experimenting with on this trip, I haven’t anything to lose, and a ton to gain. Big customer, but abundance mentality - there are others. Problem is, in my year since digesting the pill, my biggest ongoing challenge has been maintaining frame. I’m a passionate guy and can get pretty fired up, don’t tolerate retarded or stupid stuff easily.

Second night in work camp, and we’ve put in consecutive 13 hour days. It’s a dry community, but a couple of decent lads we became friendly with grinding this job out share a welcome measure of Glenfiddich with us in the deserted lounge. Fuck sore muscles, we’re talking shop challenges for tomorrow. Through the front door bursts this awful beast of a woman wondering why the ‘milestone set out for the day’ was not met. Well shit. Here is my test of frame as senior in the room. I look over to the other three and say excuse me for this interruption gentlemen.

Without touching her, I physically back her up to the door, it helps that I’m 6-2 and this pig is around 5’. In soft volume, but almost growling tone glaring straight into her eyes, I tell her first that her presence in work camp is inappropriate and against the rules for guests. Second, the job will get done regardless of what gantt chart your pencils are holding us to. You are not welcome here at this time, your behaviour is rude and I will see you in the morning back on the job site. We can keep it at this, up to you, or I can file a formal grievance and it could pose a problem on your end. I hear the door shut as I walk back to our table to stunned looks.

This setting of boundary would not have happened in my BP days. I would have scrambled to appease the customer. But she was clearly ignorant, and I’ve unplugged. The line she crossed needed to be pointed out in very direct terms, and clearly turned the tables.

The next day she didn’t acknowledge our exchange. Though she was unable to conceal her vile personality, she was considerably more restrained after the boundary setting. I considered it a win, and since he saw the interaction, explained to Ricky that no one should put up with that kind of shit, ever, regardless of the relationship.

Side note, when it came time to sign off on the job, she wrote “absolutely impressed with the work - great team, thank you!”. She also thanked me verbally for my “no bullshit approach”.

RP Subject #4 - The HB10

Ricky’s been soaking in quite a bit on this trip. On our way out, we stop over in a larger city and finally let loose a little, as we got the job done against considerable odds, and with that awful bitch of a roadblock. Not sure he’s been completely sponging what we’re throwing his way.

We park our sore bodies at a sports bar a few gates away from our departure point but 5 hours prior to boarding, so time to let loose after the week of restraint. We are at one side of horseshoe shaped bar, eventually opposite a stunning young woman on the other prong, clearly in the realm of wanting to attract dick. She is the prototypical hot babe in the purest form; sweet body 5’6” firm build with C-cups, great care taken to present her face that would be perfectly hot without any makeup, but with makeup, and a skimpy summer dress that needed hard nipples to hold it up from the cool night air. Bar architecture promoted full body viewing. We admire. Thighs just visible enough to make me mumble after a week of dusty northern air. Many a man’s fantasy, this specimen.

I tell Ricky after all the ‘coaching’ over the past week (more like my venting), that he should approach this perfect ten, because why the fuck not - what does he have to lose.

Well, shit it takes no time at all for him to repulse this rare HB10 bird that is ready to take flight from her perch. While she flies past we lock gaze and she says “I’ll be back here in a bit”, but in an intimate way. I have to board in a few minutes and almost want to roll my eyes at the irony, but lock gazes with Ricky; dude this is just as easily your show, man.

It struck me since returning from this trip; much like my trade where I’m expected to pass along knowledge to those willing to absorb it, that a) it typically isn’t questioned, and if it is, the inquiry is operational (how-to), and b) I operate and pass it along since I believe in it, live it and have used it to my benefit. RP is trade like; those that have come before have “tested / verified and confirmed the methods needed to continue”.

I passed so much info along to Ricky that he might actually see this post and recognize himself - if that happens, dude I’m proud of your week away from whateverthefuck it is that keeps you say keeps you ‘grounded’.

Impress the shit out of yourself; stop smoking so much weed - it dulls your mind and costs you money. Look in the mirror after 2 months of weight training, and smile. Look at your bank balance after deferring the price of cigarettes quit for one whole year to a ghost account - what’s there; four grand? Get a hobby with that extra cash. And for fuck sake if you see this, post!