First there is no TLDR. This post is long, if your attention span can't handle it, bail now. You've been warned.

This was a reply to another topic that went on so long I decided I should just turn it into a field report. I swallowed TRP about a year ago and it's changed the way I handle everything. This will read like redpill porn because of my writing style but this story is 100% true and something I consider a benchmark of my progress since taking TRP.

I'll give you a good example of how/when you can turn shit testing around in a cheaky way.

A little backstory here, I follow my girls cycle, its easy and works. Starting the day of her period, I am more firm, more decisive and more sexually demanding for about 2 weeks building up to her ovulation and during it.

I also run dread. 2 nights ago, I went out without telling her. Met with some friends and had a few glasses of wine. I sent her a text about the time she should have been getting home and said "i'll be home in about a half hour, get a shower and put on something sexy". She complies.

I get home and she can see im dressed like a million bucks.. and I smell like wine. I don't explain myself, I just grab her and get to work. After all is said and done she says to me "you don't have to tell me what you were doing" out of the blue. I look at her dead in the eye and say "No it's cool, I was on a one man space mission to Mars". /smirk/ Then I got up and left the room, put on the tv as background noise and came to read TRP. She got up to clean up then said goodnight and went to bed.

The next day (yesterday) she is at work and I'm home early. I shoot her a text and say "Hey im going out with /female friend/ but I won't be late because my brother is coming over tonight. So now I've set the table. She doesn't know what I was doing the night before. I'm going out with another chic for a couple hours (for some reason) and then even when I get home I'll be pre-occupied. Dread hamster bait in full effect.

So she gets home last night and appears to be in a great mood. Almost beaming, talking about how she had a great day. She even brought home food for me and my bro. (That was clearly out of the goodness of her heart and not some way to pull attention to her, right?!)

The evening passes and everybody has a good time. She makes it a point to include herself and be social. Frankly I'd rather she have a good time instead of exclude herself and then mope because she feels excluded. Of course she is on good behavior. I made these plans without her and we started without her. This is my good time. Doing things this way makes her feel glad to be included, it doesn't matter what I'm doing she is happy.

Think about how different this scenario would have played out if had been kissing her ass, buying her useless shit, complimenting her for no reason or asking permission to do what I want.

Finally she heads to bed. I follow her to say goodnight and I mention that im glad she seemed to have a good day. This opened the door. She planted this seed earlier. She's ovulating, I'm acting every bit the part of the masculine alpha. I've been busy doing god knows what for 2 days. I've made her hamster go insane and I'm expecting this. It's biology.

She proceeded to explain that she had a good day specifically thanks to all the attention from her "minions" and how she was "messing" with "everybody" all day.

I am looking her directly in the eye with an amused smirk and she is looking everywhere but at me. Then the hamster goes berserk.

She goes so far to explain how "they probably just put up with her because they want to sleep with her". At this point the amused mastery is authentic because I know I've just won the game. She pulled out her big guns and thanks to this sub, I knew what she was doing before she did. I flipped the shit test back onto her.

I stood up, and said "Damn, it looks like I'll need to sleep on the couch". She grabs my arm as I'm trying to leave "why?!" and I respond. "Because I don't think there is enough room in that bed for me, you and your massive ego".

I was never mean, or expressed emotions other than my amusement with throwing the ball right back to her and watching her drop it. I get about halfway back to the couch when I hear "wait!". I turn around expecting anything but I casually walk back, poke my head in the door and deliberately ask "what's up?" to demonstrate that what just happened was nothing to me (even though mentally I'm very satisfied) . She rushes up to hug me and says "im sorry about