I travel for work. That in itself is a useful tool for creating soft dread. Being unavailable, my tendencies to always be flirty and outgoing, my obvious adoration of sexy waitstaff and bartenders - all things a woman notices. A woman knows that my behavior is attractive, and assume said behavior will be the same or greater when away on business. However, you don't need to travel to utilize the cause/effect relationship discussed and analyzed herein.

I am not currently involved in an LTR, but enjoy honing my skills on whatever woman is my prime plate. Plate 1 is new, closed her a few days back (see first date field report post from last week). I'm a big fan, want to keep her around a while, and was happy to oblige her with some dread towards that I end when the right circumstances arose.

Yesterday, I was walking around downtown with plate 1 when my pre-trp bro called. He is currently going through a bad breakup, and I am doing my best to deprogram. Making progress, but the red pill is bitter as fuck on the front end. I don't usually answer the phone when I'm with a woman, but for this guy I make an exception.

Plate only heard my end of the short conversation. My responses were "tomorrow at 8:30am", "Ft. Lauderdale", "Thursday morning", "maybe, haven't talked to her yet but we might go to dinner or something", "hahaha, yeah she totally would." "Cool." Hang up.

My bro was asking about my next trip, and if a particularly annoying and incompetent coworker [the "her" I had not talked to yet] was traveling with me. "Yeah she totally would" was in response to him suggesting that coworker would somehow manage to fuck up something so simple as dinner reservations for a client meet.

However, plate knows I have a recent ex in Ft. Lauderdale that looks good. As a rule, I don't discuss exes, but the two met when ex visited months back. Plate was then just a hottie that lived at my complex (with a huge target on her). Plate hears Ft. Lauderdale and assumes for whatever reason that "her" is the ex, and that I might take my ex to dinner. I'm not aware plate is thinking that, but I soon find out. These things just fall in our laps sometimes, gents.

Plate's hamster tells plate that my ex "totally would" get fucked by me after dinner. Mind you, all of this is conjecture in plate's mind courtesy of her cute little hamster. I did not trick plate into thinking it or suggest it in any way. Women just invent "facts" which used to drive me crazy. Now... I love that shit so very much.

Plate tries to determine identity of "her" indirectly with rounded questions like "anybody traveling with you?"

I respond, "sure are."

Plate, "cool, anybody I know?"

Me, "nope."

Plate, "how many of y'all are going?"

Me, "not entirely sure. 4 maybe 5 or 6"

More sideways questions from plate. It's obvious what plate is up to almost immediately; gathering intel. But to what end?

I play coy and refuse to give plate anything other than the most literal yet vague answers. I know a cross-exam when I hear one. On matters such as these, never give straight answers. Let a plate sweat it and watch amusedly at failed attempts to be clever. Ugh, so goddamned adorable... I wanted to pinch plate's little cheeks.

Now as we have learned, a woman is only direct when she has no other option. Finally plate asks directly but oh so very innocently and sweetly, "so...are you going to see your ex while you are in Florida?" Plate asks as though she could not care one way or another.

Gotcha.

I respond, "Y'know, that's not a bad idea. Guess I should text her. What made you think of that?" Thoughtful face, look up to the right, followed by smirk. Plate reads my expression and knows I am thinking of my ex's phenomenal body. I'm actually thinking of wrestling with a shitload of German Shepard puppies.

MAYDAY MAYDAY! Plate now filled with righteous anger, but even the hamster can't spin a way to be mad at me in this beautiful trap I've laid. So now plate asks "oh who were you talking about then?" Again I'm coy. I say "when was I talking about someone?" inquisitive eyebrow.

"On the phone...you said you hadn't talked to 'her' yet...who is 'her'?" Plate says less sweetly, more urgently and very direct. The bleeding has now become hemorrhaging. Let's nail this coffin shut, gents.

"Oh! ...[look at her like a precocious child] ...That's privileged, babe. You know I can't talk about client stuff." Flat response. Very slight smile with kind eyes. This ends the discussion and plate has no answers. Plate is mad but has no outlet. Plate has completely failed at her objectives. Who is this man that she cannot bend to her will?! Men always do what she wants. And what's worse, now I might see my ex over dinner and it was Plate's own idea!

[Protip: if you aren't a lawyer (good on you), try "confidential work stuff. Can't talk about it" or "nevah aysk me about my bizniss, Muh-ree." in an Italian accent. Make it your own.]

Plate is grouchy and quiet the rest of the date. I pretend not to notice. I'm chipper as fuck. I can only assume she is planning her second wave of attack, or damage control.

Later last night I received what I like to call an "agenda blowjob." A term I coined to refer to that professional grade, vintage-Sasha Grey-style head men only get when a woman wants to accomplish something nefarious. In this case, plate's agenda was to keep me from seeing my ex. Plate first told me sweetly that if I cared for my ex I wouldn't contact ex so soon after breaking ex's heart. Wow, ok plate is Machiavellian as shit! Play on a man's innate tendency to love selflessly AND conceal own jealousy in a cloud of altruism! Well played plate, well played.

Then, as if to bookend her agenda, plate tried to suck out my central nervous system in the best way imaginable. That is really dirty warfare on her part, and I adore her for it. Plate is a natural.

Favorite part: I was never gonna see my ex, she's a bitch. Least favorite part: regular blowjs are boring as shit after you get the other kind.

Afterwards, and because we encourage good behavior in women, I assured plate that she had "convinced me" that seeing the ex would be a bad idea. Plate still thinks I haven't figured out her game. Now when I need "convincing", plate knows how to get it done. It won't actually ever work, but I lose nothing by her feeling victorious.

Takeaway: remain mindful of subtext when a woman is probing for information about another female. Be vague and playful. Act dumb if necessary. Monitor your reactions and facial expressions. When she asks directly, you've got her on the ropes. Keep frame if she gets angry or tries to back you down. Smile, have fun, be cocky, and maybe you will then get the coveted "agenda blowjob" or some equivalent.

Final thought: The level of detail is meant to illustrate that this shit takes work and discipline. Honestly, it fucking sucks that we, as men courting women, must remain on constant guard in our romantic interactions. Game is starting to come more naturally to me, but much of my interactions are calibrated in real time to achieve a desired result. Is it manipulative? Fucking-A right it is, but what choice do we have? Incel McBetabux, or mgtow with a flesh light collection?

Brothers, I would MUCH rather be able to find love with a beautiful woman by being a sweet, loving, caring guy. Many share my sentiment. Guess what, I tried that shit for 28 years, and it never fucking worked... not once. People say that the redpill makes men cold and calculating. I say, fuck that noise. The harsh realities of the world make cold calculation necessary to achieve any quantifiable modicum of true success in any arena. We choose to go one step further and find better and more effective ways to navigate our female-centric society through observation, trial and error, and sharing of experiences. There is no romance in our clinical, analytical approach towards relations with the opposite sex, but one cannot argue that our methods are ineffective. The anti-TRP set has no data, so they resort to shame tactics, stawmen, and false equivalencies, which really only further supports our cause.

Which would you rather, an ideal which will almost always fail or consistent and demonstrable results at the expense of that ideal? It is to you to choose between a comfortable and pleasant lie, or an ugly and harsh truth. I trust you to make whatever choice is right for you, brah.

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