This is my first post so I'll apologize beforehand for any formatting slip-ups or errors in terminology. Also..this is a long one.

I grew up extremely BP, you know, the kind of man who was raised by females and was engendered to have faith in the concept of being a "good guy". I was summarily and unsurprisingly astounded when my good guy traits led only to disappointment and heartbreak with the ladies.

Fast forward to February 2017. I had heard of TRP and assumed that it was comprised of misogynistic, cave-men esque douche-nozzles. I couldn't wrap my head around how being a dick could land a woman when I had been taught by peers and family that eventually my "niceness" and "good nature" would help me to find my soul-mate. Still..somewhere deep down, I had always known that there was a grain(or in this case a granary) of truth. Women befriended me but they fucked the guy who treated them badly. They would tell me their problems, their dreams and ambitions, while being finger-banged by someone who actually excited them. After another case of unrequited romance I finally hit my breaking point.

The girl in question, we'll call her E, had been flaking on me for a year(I know, you don't have to tell me I should have just bailed). She would message, tell me that she "really liked me", and would even initiate dirty text conversations and send nude pictures. My BP mind would buzz at this, mistaking these messages for actual interest as opposed to what it really was(validation, getting her cake without having to go to the bakery).

She would never fuck me and 9 out of 10 attempts to meet up ended with her messaging me at the last minute with one excuse after the next(these ranged from "being with family", to "being with friends", to "being too stoned"), before breaking the plans.

I ran the gamut from confused, to angry, to hurt..and finally, I was motivated. There had been other women during this time, one of whom was a fairly attractive blonde(short, big ass titties, my type). I message this girl after E had flaked on me. We had been out once before and although we had made out I had no real expectations.

We texted back and forth. Mostly bullshit and small-talk during the first few. We bantered, I escalated a tad, and then this happened..

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Me: I had thought of hitting you up this weekend but I got distracted.

Her: Oh really?

Me: Yes, went out on a date.

Her: Cool what did you do?

Me: We went out to a movie and then she needed to get some things done in her dorm. She invited me over to hang out..but i'm not sure that i'm feeling it.

Without any provocation her response was,

Her: Well would you want to get together? You could come over here

Me: Gee, shouldn't you at least buy me a drink first?

Her: I have drinks here :)

                                    ***

She proceeded to drive an hour to my town, pick me up at 1 am, and take me back across state lines to where she lived(I had had a few drinks, didn't mention that to her, but she offered to drive regardless). I was met with a surprise as she arrived, in the form of her friend, a dude.

This threw me off initially but I tried to maintain my frame and size the guy up. Not very handsome, acne, kind of overweight. I didn't break or make a big deal out of it, and within an hour we were all at her place sitting on the couch. Ol' boy headed to bed(he was staying over apparently). This is when things got truly dicey. 

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Her: I need to sleep soon, would you rather sleep upstairs or downstairs?

Me: After looking at the downstairs couch and assuming that her bedroom was upstairs Hmm, I dunno, not sure that I can fit on that couch.

Her: Well you can sleep upstairs with me

                                      ***

Boom..

We lay down, I escalate physically, some light touching, pulling her in closer to me after I hit the lights and climb into bed. I successfully navigated her "I don't usually do this" and her "I just don't want you to think i'm a certain way" statements and proceeded to fuck her for over an hour.

All in all, for someone who is not fully immersed in TRP, I felt that this went fairly well. I used a flake to my advantage, overcame her vocal tests, disregarded her attempts at bringing along an orbiter friend and proceeded to bang.

With that said I could use some help with my technique. It worked this time, and even if all women are like that, I still develop oneitis fairly easily. How do you guys overcome that feeling on a regular basis?