This a comment I left a few weeks ago on a post about holding frame and never explaining and a compare and contrast of how it would have went down pre-TRP. Some of you suggested it should be a post on it’s own so here it is for you all.

Handling Situations the TRP way

One time my plate came over when I was having a bunch of people over. She walks in and in an instant everyone notices she's pissed and extremely stressed. It was like watching a lion walk into a room filled with deer. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. She walks in and slammed the door shut, with an intent pace like she's on a mission, no eye contact to anyone, just fucking pissed. One of those things were in a half second of sizing someone up you know instantly, something is wrong.

What did everyone else do? Guys and girls, "Omg, what's going on? What did you do Clint!!!? is she alright? Go talk to her!!!"

Me? Stone fucking cold. I look at a girl that hit me with one of those questions and replied, "Eh". Shrugged it off, took another sip of my drink and continued finishing my conversation I originally was having with another person. Completely nonchalant like it didn't even phase me.

I finished the conversation, got myself another drink, someone told me to go check her again, "Alright, I'll be back". I slowly walk up stairs, turn the corn into my room where she's dropping her stuff and changing.

"Tell me whats wrong"(I thought some shit like her sister is in the hospital or something)

She explodes. Word vomiting like she can't throw it up fast enough. "Everything! Today has been such...." she rattles on for a minute or two, i just stand there silently. she finally finishes.

TL;DR she had a bad day.

"K, now that you got that out it's time to have a fun night, here's a drink. Get ready and I'll be downstairs waiting for you". I kiss her, grab her ass and walk out.

She's fucking grinning from ear to ear.

I walk downstairs and this whole thing is over in less than 3 minutes. Some of the guest are confused. "Clint, what the fuck was that? Why the fuck are you down here so soon?"

"I handled it"

"What? She look liked her mom just died?"

"I handled it, she's good"

she comes down about 5 minutes later like she's standing on a fucking rainbow pissing skittles and gold coins.

Handling Situations the Before TRP

Now here is what I would have done before TRP.

She walks in and in an instant everyone notices she's pissed

immediately run up to her or follow her upstairs like a lost dog trying to entertain his master.

"Omg, what's going on? What did you do Clint!!!? is she alright? Go talk to her!!!"

I would have taken the beta shaming as if it's somehow my fucking fault she's upset regardless that there is zero evidence to support that.

I slowly walk up starts, turn the corn into my room where she's dropping her stuff and changing.

"Tell me whats wrong"

I would have slowly walked in the room, timid and scared of what i was about to face barly peeking my head around the corner and asking her something like, "Baby, is everything alright?"

Fuck that, you're a man, you know somethings wrong. You can read your girl like a fucking book. Cut the shit and get to the point. Don't ask her what's wrong, tell her to tell you exactly whats wrong. Otherwise she will dance around the subject for fucking who knows how long. (I actually planned this part out as i was getting my drink downstairs and how to handle the situation, thanks to TRP of course).

"Everything, today has been such...." she rattles on for a minute or two, i just stand their silently. she finally finishes.

"I'm sorry honey, here's a drink, are you alright? Is everything ok? Anything you want me to do?"

Fucking Jesus Christ on two sticks. I can not believe I use to be like this. She had a bad day, she's a fucking adult, she can handle it. She isn't some fucking defenselessly fawn you have to always check on. Don't let her emotional state influence yours. You bring her into a good state, aka your state and then everything is fucking peachy.

We would have spent the next 20 minutes to possibly hours talking about her bullshit. All the while, she would be focusing herself on all the negative shit and building up even more anger and stress. All of this would fester and escalate the situation. This is also a dangerous fucking road as when a woman is emotionally charged it's very easy for her to misinterpret anything you say. The more you say, the more risk you run of her taking it wrong. Then, all this shit is aimed at you. Then the cannons start firing directly at you. I believe any man that's dated before RP can perfectly relate to this scenario.

You know how you get rid of stress? Sex or deal with it. You want to be her escape from stress, not her emotional punching bag she shits all over. Let her talk to her girl friends if she really needs to vent, they are built for that shit, it's what woman do. Men, your job is to be her escape.

"I handled it"

"What? She look liked her mom just died?"

"I handled it, she's good"

And lastly, never explain yourself. Early into my TRP life i would have boasted about fixing this so quick. Look at me, I'm Clint. I can handle a girl being ridiculous. Good for you now shut the fuck up and stop bragging cause what you just accomplished is the equivalent of making a little kid stop crying. Never explain yourself and always say as little as you can, 48 laws.

By leaving it ambiguous as to "how I handled it" people will only hamster away at their ideal possible way they would have handled it. when you let others imagination fill in shit, they will always fill it in with the best way they can think of if they were in that situation. You give them the starting scenario, aka girl fucking pissed, then the end scenario, she's fine within 3 minutes of spending time with me. Everything else? The guests can fill it in with their imagination.

Forewords

I live with 3 roommates, 1 of which is a girl and our house is pretty much the hangout house. All parties an social interactions happen here. Through this unique situation I often find myself being the escape for my plates and their lives. Some of them have stressful jobs, some have been party girls, some have been the shy girl, one's even a single mom that has been an amazing plate. But all of them have something in common. When they are with me, they leave all their baggage and shit at the front door. Sometimes I have to remind them this and help them drop it, like this story. She brought her emotional tornado into my house and disrupted the fucking house zen. I reminded her that she can leave it at the door and now enjoy herself.

I find that by being a girls escape shit tests are non-existent. I'm 5 months in with one plate and have yet to receive a shit test with the occasional comfort test. They are always ecstatic and happy to see you. You don't have to provide an amazing experience, you don't have to be a dancing monkey or expend tons of energy. You just have to provide her an experience different than her normal life. If you do that you’ll be light years ahead of every basic mother fucker out there.