Let me open by stating that I am American, who recently learned to speak with an Aussie accent by watching a TON of Jim Jeffries Standup... That guy is walking talking RP.

In America, we have drinks called Fish Bowls, (see also:Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster) built for getting drunk swiftly with tons of sugar added. Last night I was out at a local establishment to catch the NFL game with two buddies of mine, and we spotted 3 fishbowls. Attached to the straws of said fishbowls were 3 HB8's. They notice us almost instantly. I make eye contact with the hottest one of the group... we'll call her Lisa, and ask her if she's going to "suck that whole thing down herself"? She smiles, gives me the eyes (well practiced), and laughs a bit, but her friends call her back, so I get back to the Drinking and Sports.

5 minutes later, the 3 HB8's and about 20 more of their sorority sisters pass thru the bar to the exit (they were in the outdoor section). I overhear them say that they're going to some Frat philanthropy event, but that they were going out to the bars as soon as it ended.

Halftime hits, and we mosey on down to the local college dive bar. The pack of sorostitiutes arrives about ten minutes later, and this place is PACKED, so I decide to chill by the bar and wait for them to make their way back. Lisa Orders a drink, and I approach from the side to let her know that I'm "Cutting her off". Somehow, the way that I said it sounded Australian/Drunk, so I thought "fuck it" let's have a go. Proceed to tell her that I've played Rugby, and the Didgeridoo (I'm actually pretty good at both). The way her eyes lit up while I was talking to her was something I've only read about/seen in movies.

So what did I do? I KEPT FUCKING FRAME.

At one point, she asked me if I was from Australia, to which I responded sternly "Why? Because I talk funny?", and proceeded to scold her for being an ignorant little American girl. Lisa then called to one of her friends, another HB8 over, and introduced HB8 as her roommate. I introduced myself as Aldous (yes, fucking Aldous Snow, but that went waaaay over her head). I could smell a threesome developing right before my eyes.

What happened next is nothing short of amazing. I realized that these girls were completely enthralled with my existence. I realized that everything that I had been reading here on TRP works, because I went out and FUCKING EXECUTED. Holding frame in that situation felt like flexing a new muscle and it made me realize why lifting is so important. It’s about pushing past your comfort zone and growing as a person.

I then deliberately blew my own cover, and told them that I was from New Jersey, just like them. Their transformation from entranced, to sad, to dumbfounded was fucking hilarious. Words simply do not do it justice. I had just beaten them at their own game, and they were still combatively flirting with me, calling me a player, and an asshole. Without another word, I walked away to find my buddies.

I spot one of them trying to buy a girl a drink at the bar. I know the place, and realized that she also happened to be a bartender at THAT bar who wasn’t working that night. Her refusal of the drink was not received well by my comrade. Some (Scarlet…hint hint) white knights around the bar start heckling my buddy and tell him to get lost. Screaming match ensues. He gets kicked out, and I leave with him, a new man.

Live Deliberately.

TLDR: Used a learned Aussie accent to get American college girls to melt. Then Blew my cover and watched their heads spin.