Field Report Monday

anarchopianist · 2013-11-12T05:59:17+00:00

Asked by cute greenpeace girl to sign petition. Say no but I want your number. Get number. She asks again for me to sign. Stick to my guns, say no politely and walk away with a smirk.

Almost signed that shit, would have if this took place 3 months ago. Felt good to stick to my principles.

Don't know how she will pan out.

That is all I have to offer, gonna make more happen next week. I learned I need to try approach all attitude, I rationalize not talking to every woman.

Exactly_what_I_think · 2013-11-12T05:31:18+00:00

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RedSunBlue · 2013-11-12T02:15:14+00:00

Set up a date with a chick, she asks if she can bring a friend. I say no, but the night before the date she says "but I already invited her..." Knowing that she has hot and possibly slutty friends, I sound my puss hunter conch and summon a wingman to my cause.

The girls proceed to get tanked at the restaurant. I'm playfully teasing my girl and giving her open-fingered high-fives. At one point her fingers "slip" inbetween mine and I know it's on. It all was going swimmingly at first, but then things began fall apart when we made the move over to karaoke (a staple move to get some hanky panky going here in Japan).

My wing is a handsome white dude, but the tactic he choose to play that night (antagonistic teasing) did not fly well with the bitches in the restaurant and the girls went cold on him. I believe at one point he started talking about how he doesn't like boring Japanese dudes, and that may have been interpreted as a dig at Japanese people in general. They told me when he left to go to the bathroom that they didn't like him. "We don't like him. He's not nice like you. He is arrogant and self-centered. We like you." At this point I had a feeling akin to when your buddy dies in the middle of 2 player Contra. Luckily, I still had my spray gun and a gang of lives left.

At karaoke, his girl kept pounding drinks (why she did this, I do not know) until she reached can't-walk drunkenness. As we were leaving, my girl grabs me after my buddy left the room and says, "Can we stay at your place?" I tell my wing to head home and that I'll handle the rest.

I load the passed out girl onto my back like a human JanSport and the three of us get into a taxi to mine. I pull out some spare bedding and get the drunk girl set up on my couch. My girl and I hop into my bed. We are crotch to ass so I start getting frisky. I put my hand down the front of her jeans, she takes it out. I stop the frisking for a minute, then begin to rub her crotch on the outside of her jeans. Next, hand goes down the jeans again and to the puss (surprise surprise, it's wet as fuck). A vigorous fingerbanging ensues, followed by her reaching back to shove my wang into herself. It was a full on bang done discretely so as not to awaken her friend. I had a horrible case of whiskey dick so I had to pinch the bottom of my weiner to get enough turgidity to actually fuck.

Flapped · 2013-11-12T03:07:38+00:00

This is from 2 weeks ago, but I missed last week's, so here we go. Well actually, this is my first field report, because this one is actually worth sharing.

I go to your typical large university. Ever since I swallowed TRP, I basically decided that I needed to have the "college experience". I dumped the overly emotional, time consuming, below average, cheating whore of a 2 year girlfriend, quit my video games, and hit the gym over the summer. The change has been phenomenal.

I got the greatest taste of the TRP benefits two weeks ago. If this is what I get after 3 months of change, I'm excited to see what happens in a year.

It was an average weekend night for me, I went over to my fraternity house to start pregaming for the night. The usual "frat rats" were around (those of you not familiar with the term, it means chicks that hang out at fraternity houses all the time to reap the benefits - free food, dickings, male human interaction, pictures with attractive guys to post on their FB for attention, etc). I'm really good friends with most of them, which means that the second I walk into a room that they're in, I command it. They scream my name, hug me, tell me how awesome I am, etc. etc. This aspect was a huge benefit because they had someone else with them that night.

That someone was a girl who they knew in the dorms who doesn't/can't go out often because she's a cheerleader for the school. Easily a 9+, unreal body. Due to the whole commanding the room thing, she approached ME and introduced herself. Seizing the opportunity, I put my arm around her waist, and took her to come take shots. There's not much more to say, she was obviously attracted to me. I was able to frame (i think thats what you call it) a long conversation, pass multiple shit tests, and build attraction. Within an hour and a half or so, I had her pinned on a wall teasing the shit out of her. At that point she was begging me to bring her back to my place to fuck her.

Right around the time I was going to take her back, her best friend came around and did the whole "walk me back to my dorm" cockblock maneuver. Thank god for pledges. (new guys trying to get into the fraternity). One was right there, so I introduced him to the girl's best friend and we snuck away from them and banged out. That was definitely some of the best sex of my life.

I love this TRP shit man.

pcadrian · 2013-11-12T00:34:44+00:00

Haven't posted in a couple weeks, so I guess I'll provide an update.

The chick I was messaging last time invited me out to a bar Halloween night, but I didn't go. I flaked on her. She doesn't message me for a couple of days and then asks if I went. I told her "something came up and I couldn't go". I felt kinda bad about it later (after a couple of guys told me that the only guys who can flake on a girl and the girl not minding are Brad Pitt & Co.). So, I had a FB convo about how I'm taking her up on her offer for coffee and had this conversation:

Me: How about tonight?

Her: What time?

Me: You tell me

Her: Maybe nine or so?

Me: Works for me. You need me to pick you up?

Her: Lol no i can drive

Me: Any specific coffee places you want to go to?

Her: Hmmm i don’t have a preference

Me: IHOP on [street].

Her: Yeah that’s fine

Me: Alright, see you there

Her: Cool

LESSONS LEARNED: Conversation could've been shorter and more leading if I had said "IHOP at 9" instead of 10 or so messages getting the whole thing set up. And I let her have most, if not all, of the control during the conversation. Slap on the wrist, onto the next part.

I get to the IHOP 15 minutes later than originally planned (she had postponed it about 40 minutes prior to the actual time, no harm no foul). I end up sitting in the waiting area for a half hour before realizing that I could be freezing and waiting or warm and drinking coffee and waiting. So, I got a table, ordered my coffee, and waited. She had texted me saying her mom refused to move her car for 18 minutes and was just leaving. She ends up getting to the IHOP 45 minutes late. The entire time at IHOP, she complains to me about some shit that went down Halloween night. I don’t care about it one bit, but I flatter her and listen. She asks me if I’m doing anything after this (I took it as a sign of wanting to spend more time with me), so I offered to see a movie. We go and see Bad Grandpa (great movie), and absolutely no kino during the movie at all. She didn’t give any physical signs of wanting to sit closer to me, so nothing happened. After the movie, she voices her complaints that she doesn’t want to go home, so I offer for her to come back to my place. We get to my place, and we sit in my room for a couple of minutes with awkward silence.

LESSONS LEARNED: Movies are terrible as first dates. Don't do it. Also could've attempted more kino during the IHOP coffee drinking. Oh, another lesson. Never go to IHOP.

I put on a movie in the background for some background noise (Hancock), but we end up watching it. After that, she offers to play a board game or something, but all I have are video games. She plays through one story-mode campaign on Soul Calibur IV before we’re bored again. She ends up complaining to me about her life some more for a few hours and then she heads home.

LESSONS LEARNED: Dude, seriously? 1.) No video games. 2.) Quit being a pussy.

Once she gets home, this is what I get:

Her: Made it home okay

Me: Good

Her: I had fun it was a nice little date lol

Me: Lol. Ya

Her: I like that were both a bit more grown up now vs before lol

Me: Yeah. Too much talking and not enough kissing for my tastes, though.

Her: Lol well I’m not the kind of girl to go that route without a fight.

Me: I see

Her: Yup lol

My inner retard has no idea how the fuck I got a girl to come back to my house, stay for FOUR hours, and no sex or touching involved. This is a new low for me.

As of now, she hasn't messaged me in a week so I'm guessing that ship has sailed. Back to focusing on self-improvement (as in, paying off $7,000 of debt).

alt30313 · 2013-11-12T01:57:28+00:00

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2013-11-12T09:50:21+00:00

Bad weekend for game, bad bad weekend.

Somewhat balanced out though by being a good weekend on a professional level, made some long term decisions about my life and the force was strong with me at work on a musical basis.

Overall my fear continues to be that my bubble has burst, 3 new lays in a month has been followed by very little in 2 weeks including a few very unfortunate setbacks. Field report enclosed:

Friday:

Very little IOI recieved, this is becoming a pattern it would appear. With one exception Friday is a very difficult day for me to work any mojo, mustnt be the sluts night. Anyway i decided to try and open someone anyway, even if it did have to be cold.

In my position i cant hunt in the conventional way, in the style of a lion who can move, i have to hunt more like a spider. My position is fixed and i must ensnare what comes my way.

Cold opened these 2 girls who came over for some music, things seemed to be going fairly well, there was a lot of giggling which is usually a good sign. I picked my target out of the two of them fairly early, and in a backwards move i went for the slightly less attractive of the two (Both 7.5s, one blonde one brunette, went for the brunette because she seemed less bitchy and probably an easier target). In retrospect i picked the wrong target, once the brunette knew she had my interest she backed off and the blonde was the only one giving me IOI from that point on. And fairly strong IOI at that. But i'd already effectively snubbed her by opening her friend. Didnt feel i could go back for a second attempt. In the end i did attempt a number close on the brunette, and fell prey to the first rule of gaming girls as a DJ - Dont mistake self-interest for interest. Got the classic fake number routine. That didnt feel good. I let the IOIs from the blonde (Who apparently went by the name "Titney" though i fail to see what was impressive about them) go.

Saturday:

Strong IOI but only really from 1 specific group of girls, there were around 8-9 of them, all passable except one hambeast. 2 of them were really interactive early on, the rest not until later. They both approach, one slightly heavier set but still slim (just not athletic) and the other with a body that has to have seen a lot of gym time (but an older looking face), both solid 8s either way.

I note as they're approaching that Gina (the less athletic one) has a celebrity double, and i mean its seriously uncanny barring the far smaller tits. As they come to the door i have to raise it "You must get this a lot, but you bear an uncanny resemblance to...." they interrupt in stereo "Holly Willoughby, we know"

Anyway i decide to isolate Gina/Holly as my target early on since out of the group she had the strongest IOI and in reality i cant NOT attempt to nail a girl that looks so much like the Willoughby, i cant NOT try to look down at that face. So i open her up, and she's receptive, im running fairly intense game at this point and its like we're the only people in the bar so strong is the fixation both ways. To the point that her friend (I cant remember her name) literally at one stage said "Yeah im totally not even standing here in this conversation am i?"

In the end i let them go (I find i cant game non-stop yet, i need to employ push-pull, give myself a chance to regroup) tell them to go enjoy themselves and for Gina to come see me later, the friend shouts "What does that even mean!?", Gina just smiles, she knows what it means.

Anyway she spends about 25 of the next 30 minutes dancing right in front of me, never taking her eyes off me, and i have to tell you, it felt pretty amazing, this girl was breathtaking to look at.

After a while i call her back over and make my fatal error. "So have you got a fella then?" i ask. "Ummm.... Yeah, and 2 kids" I respond "ah fuck" and back off. This was a fatal error, she had a man and 2 kids when she started returning my game, but i made the incorrect jump in logic that taken = not gonna happen and withdrew. In reality if she's returning my game and throwing out IOI she just requires her tumblers aligning and i, or someone, could have been in. Effort wasted

Her friends afterwards stepped up their IOI, and the other friend from before, whos name i just remembered was Zoe did come over for a bit but it was plain that although she was up for dancing for me, she was either just a bitch, or she was butthurt about being sidelined earlier. In either event nothing occured, and i got direct AI from an unknown one in the group, but arguably from the look of her and the way the other reacted i guess she was the alpha female of the group. This was at the end when i'd switched to rock music and was getting ready to leave to i had my biker jacket on. Seemed to work for her and she was trying all ways to persuade me to dance with her. I dont dance.

Earlier in the night i did get a number close from another girl called Sarah, but the events of it are too mundane to warrant inclusion in the report other than to say i got a text from it the next morning "Sorry, i was drunk and shouldnt have given you my number, im not looking for anything" Which was a bummer as my weekend has effectively yielded nothing.

TheeRyanGrey · 2013-11-12T04:37:20+00:00

This is a conversation between me, fat black kid, and natalie, the yoga pants enthusiast who i saw eating yogurt at my favorite yogurt place:

me: so i caught you staring at me

her: laughs i was so not staring

me: the answer is yes

her: what answer

me: i am as interesting as i look(i told you, i use this line everywhere. it's the greatest thing i've ever done. when i get famous this is going to be my gift to the world.)

her: is that so

me:hand her my phone put your name in there as yogurt girl

her:i don't want to give you my number, sorry.

me:ok

I was turned down 5 times today in a 30 minute span. didn't help that i've been eating like shit and felt like it.

jolly--roger · 2013-11-12T06:33:42+00:00

I think just a week ago I wrote about how I may have found a TRP woman. Well, the very next day she started waving red flags like the Red Army on Reichstag.

As the beta moron in me was waking up, I got a necessary slap by some posts during the week.

It's back to work now.

ihavespellingproblem · 2013-11-12T04:06:10+00:00

Good: met girl, got number, set up a date, watched movies.
Bad: I would get much more exciting date if I had frozen tuna sitting in my passenger seat.
Conclusion: Next.

pussy_l1cker · 2013-11-14T04:06:19+00:00

Started getting into TRP last week after seeing a link some where. I have mixed feelings, but overall it has left me with a great mind-frame when it comes to interacting with my female. I feel more calmly assertive than I ever have before, but I'm still a little touchy about the whole thing. I am engaged and have been processing a lot of this information about women for a while now.

Fast forward to Sunday, the first of three days off. My woman is working. I tell her that "I have a friend coming into town who doesn't have a place to stay, I am going to offer him the couch. " No asking, end of story. She responds without attitude or anything, with a "ok thanks for letting me know." I think typically I would have framed this as a question instead of outright telling her I am offering him the couch.

Fast-forward to Tuesday. We have plans to go to Cirque, for free. Four girls (all friends of my Female, all raucous, drinkin', cussin "bad girls"), a older male friend of everyone's and myself. I think that this ought to be really fun because these girls are a lot of fun, and I'll be strolling around demonstrating lots of value. We decided to get dressed up. I got with her to get a new shirt, she is getting a dress. She finds one that makes her look amazing, sexy, stunning, and I encourage her to get it, no questions. That was the one.

When we go out we look fantastic, dressed to the nines. Her friends scored some mushrooms, and we all took some before heading to Cirque. I drove in one car. I noticed little things about our interactions have been changing. I hold her stare longer. I am quicker to make decisions about what I want, and less kowtowing to what I think she wants.

The night was interesting, to say the least. I noticed the shit-tests that I was getting from her and her friends, almost in a lucid manner. It just seemed so easy to pluck them out, to ignore them or sour them by answering absurdly. I noticed (since it was almost entirely a "girls night out") that their topics of conversation were so fucking vapid, about who's going to hook up with who at the wedding. At one point one of her friends says she's going to hook up with my future brother-in-law. I found that pretty disgusting in a way, that she can be so flagrantly whorish, and called her out on the shit. I didn't want to hear it. It was funny in a way because I told her "He is an angel descended from God." AKA he just got through a break up and probably doesn't want your sorry ass running through him. He needs a little more respect than that. Her and my female immediately respond "well then what is SHE?!" I laughed and turned away. They prodded for another five minutes, but I would not take the bait. They loved it, it was all fun and games, but the degree to which they readily admit their shit-test ways and their vapid whore mongering conversations as bald facts really surprises me. It's ok, it's good, it just verifies that some of the information that I am now privy too is not incorrect.

At one point me and the other dude were talking about going in together on a 3-unit, 1.3 mil place in the city, and I said "yeah but not until I get a prenup" at which they all laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world. Not a joke, kids. Daddy takes his money more seriously than mommy.

TL;DR got to fuck the shit out of my woman after her getting all dressed up and having a great night. Felt lucid, felt totally stone-cold clear on seeing through the shit-tests and coming out assertive and alpha. Did a bunch of shrooms with some women and even though I'm still a little bitter about swallowing TRP I handled my shit and had a great time. Still have alot of insecurity about how easily a woman can lie and therefore cheat, and this is leading to some trust issues. I'm getting married, and now I feel I've locked into game for a long time to come, and it's a little daunting.

Title	Field Report Monday
Author	[deleted]
Upvotes	14
Comments	61
Date	November 12, 2013 12:02 AM UTC (12 years ago)
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