What's up gents.

I've returned from my interstellar redpill-hiatus to share with you the absolute most important tool in your not-so-metaphorical arsenal: calibration. I've seen this subject touched upon, but it seems that lately this sub has been taking a ride down social politics street (which I neither condemn nor condone, it has it's place in TRP), but the reason I came to TRP in the first place was to learn to spit fire game at sweet honeys, so this is for all those who are in the same boat. Open up your knowledge basket.

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Calibration, most simply, is your ability to recognize a situation, and adapt to it accordingly. Calibration is what separates the men from the boys, the wolves from the sheep, the Irish from the Scottish. I'll give you two personal examples, one of proper calibration and one of improper calibration, that I think will teach you more than bullet points will.

I was at a club with a few friends, and I spotted this girl sitting at the bar, looking at her phone. I approached her, and right off the bat she was very receptive. This was in my earlier days of game, so I thought that I'd already won before tip-off (heh). It was going well enough, she was laughing at what I was saying, giving me intense eye contact, and once I started moving in closer, she started becoming more closed off, crossing her legs, crossing her arms, etc. I sensed I was losing her, but didn't know why, so I slowly upped the kino, thinking this would bring her back. She was still laughing at my jokes, giving me eye contact, so I thought the physicality would bring me closer to sealing the deal. lol i wuz wrong. Eventually she gave me her phone number, said "Ok, you have my number, see you later," and gave me those little condescending taps on the shoulder. You know what I mean. "You *tap* will never *tap* ever *tap* fuck me." Oh, how I loathe those taps. I would rather be punched in the face than get those taps. But I digress.

Another time, very recently, I was at some bar with da boyz, and my wingman and I opened this set of girls, and isolated pretty quickly. I was doing great with my girl, so I ramped up my physical game a bit more. Same thing. Crossed arms, hunched shoulders, signs of discomfort. What did I do? I literally took a step back and leaned up against the wall. "Not now," I thought. "She might need more time for comfort, maybe she doesn't like PDAs, etc." Worked like Lucky Charms. Within 30 seconds she was all over me. Did I do anything smooth to make this happen? Did I give her some impressive amount of social proof, or display signs of abundance? No. I recognized that she was interested in me, but that she was uncomfortable with my physical escalation. So fucking what, there's time for that later, I haven't "lost" yet. I didn't change my demeanor, or get all butthurt. I simply gave her the space that I knew she wanted. She recognized that I recognized what she was feeling, and she fucking appreciated it. "Wow," she marveled. "This guy gets it. Now that I know he's got social intelligence and he's not some creep, I feel more comfortable with him and there's this big wet spot in my jeans."

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RP 101: Girls operate based on their feelings. If you recognize those feelings, and adjust your actions to sway bad feelings, or, just as importantly, capitalize on good feelings, you'll ascend lightyears ahead of where you are now. Failed interactions will turn into positive ones. Phone number closes will turn into F closes. "Oh, idk, my friends are here and I don't want to leave them..." will turn into "My friends will understand since this guy is so rad."

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And, as with all things RP, calibration will take you further than just hooking up with babes. The masculine man approaches a situation, quickly and logically figures out the problem, and how to solve it. Oh no, obstacle arrives! Calibrate. Oh no, another obstacle! Calibrate. Calibrate. Calibrate.

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I hope this post was either entertaining or educational, in a perfect world maybe both.

BTW, the left says we have to call vaginas "front holes" now. Tell your friends.