TL;DR An account of my Friday night out and how it helped solidify RP beliefs in my mind like AWALT, "I'm the prize", and the AF/BB dichotomy. As well as deepen my understanding of PUA principles like Maintaining Frame, State Breaks, and LMR.

So I've been single for a couple months now, since breaking up with my LTR for cheating (Being an uber Beta-Bux). Been choking down the pill, hitting the gym, quit drinking in excess, quit smoking, cut out TV, honing my PUA skills, and generally removing anything from my life that doesn't serve me. Generally speaking, I feel happier and more productive though I have yet to rebound from my ex and decided to get out last night and give things a try.

I decided to go to a local bar a few blocks from my house since it's about a 10 minute walk and I don't drink & drive since my DUI. There I met my first date of the night, a separated (not divorced) 33 yr old brunette HB6, face approaching the wall with many tattoos, whom I met on POF that day.

So first thing I should mention is that when we we talked on the phone to arrange the meet, she mentioned she didn't drink. To which I replied, "That's fine, but I'd sure like one or two after this work week." Fast forward, I'm sitting at the bar when she walks in drinking a Stella, watching the game, and making small talk with the patrons near me. I greet her, invite her to sit, and she immediately orders a Stella for herself. I make no comment, but raise an eyebrow, smile, and just start some small talk. The bartender shortly returns with her drink and this is where the night starts to get interesting. He motions to me like "put this on your tab?", I paused for a minute and replied, "uh yah, sure, I guess." She calls me on the "I guess", I tease her, give her the old "you can buy me a drink line" and say something along the lines of gender equality and her being an adult. (In retrospect, I feel I should have just told the bartender, "she ordered it", since I ended up paying for it anyway.)

Well, this is where the beta shaming & shit tests set in. She starts saying I'm no gentleman, and that I invited her out, so it's my obligation to buy her drinks. In the very next breath she's telling me how "not being a gentleman is actually working in my favor", that I'm challenging and interesting, and giving me mad kino on the arms & legs.

I work in a few routines to build attraction and start qualifying.. It's going well, but you can tell she's still not letting go of the fact I'm not throwing my dollars at her like some BB chump. The shit tests are rolling out now, like "I think you're just cheap" and "Do you not make a lot of money at work?" to which I agree and amplify stating "I'm actually homeless, I live in a box at the park up the road" and shit like that. (Keep in mind I'm clean cut, healthy build, wearing lucky brand jeans-not the best but certainly not the cheapest, and I'm obviously well groomed/well kept).

She's eating it up and after our round is finished, I got her to agree to come back to my place to "see my cat" He's a bengal, exotic, and most women coo at the sight of him.

We leave and this is where the state break hits. I have her following me, and could have likely easily continued home. But I paused in the parking lot, she asks where I'm going, I say "I don't know, where did you park?", turns out she walked as well. At this point, I've lost total frame/control in the situation. It's obvious I hadn't figured out the smooth transition to my place and I can tell she's doubting me. (In retrospect, feel I should have just kept walking and/or just called an uber before we left the bar.)

We end up back inside on her recommendation to play pool. (She's leading now. And bossy as shit. Saying things like "I'm going to go to the bathroom, YOU BUY US A ANOTHER ROUND, AND GET THAT TABLE OVER THERE." Personally, I can't stand it when a woman tries to bark orders like that, I mean, I find it fairly amusing, because I know what's going on, but haven't really figured out the right way to deal with/mitigate those situations gracefully, without supplicating.

At any rate, I told her "Ok, but only if... and then pointed to my cheek." - She licked my face and walked off. (real class act) I walked to the pool area, started chatting up folks and got in on an empty table. We played, and joked, and generally speaking it was pretty fun, with the exception of a one time her jokes/shit tests crossed the line from funny & challenging to just plain rude.

At the end of our 3 games she wanted to keep playing. I told her OK, go get some dollars and rack 'em up. She said no, you do. I refused. She said the date was over, I said fine by me, shook her hand (stupid thing to do) and walked away. She essentially ran to the bathroom and hid for 5 minutes, came out, and darted to the exit. (I wonder if I should have just followed her into the bathroom and said something like "show me why I should pay for you're worth it.")

*Morals of this date: Never, ever, let your mental frame waver. Do not compromise what you want to do for what they want to do, unless you want to get bossed around/used. If you don't handle "shit' right the first time, (within about 10 seconds or less of when it comes up), you loose. Be impeccable with your words & actions. They absolutely love a good challenge. Have a solid/graceful exit strategy.

Last I see of her for the night, but without missing a beat, I've opened up a new set of 2 older women, one of which I caught eye fucking me whilst I was playing pool. I'd give them HB4/5 status at best, but they were nice enough- giving me attention and frankly, it's not like I was looking to "take them home to mom or anything". I talk to them for a bit, make some new friends in the pool area, and dance a bit for the live band that just started their set.

I notice more HB 6-8's coming in at this time and elect to leave the HB 4/5 to "mingle".

I run into old co-worker who's there with her girlfriends and start chatting them up HB's 6-7. Within 2 minutes they're asking me to buy them drinks and after I refused & countered, this weird mix of beta shaming & attraction begins. "They say things like, "you're a jerk", "that's why you're single", all while giving me mad kino and hard "F-me" eye contact. None were real "winners" (2 hottest were single mothers of 2 in their late 20's, without any real visible means of stable employment), but they'd easily do for a good old pickle tickle in a pinch.

I stayed chatting with this group for a while. Cracking jokes and chatting about men/women topics like equality and how men know what women typically want more then they know themselves. All while building attraction and qualifying. At one point the HB5 from the earlier set approaches me to let me know she's leaving... I take her number for later and go back to the set.

Moral of the HB5 interaction: If they want the D, they'll make it "known" with their actions and will go out of their way to make it happen... I imagine a little dread game from talking to the HB 7/8 table might have helped here as well.

So as the night winds down, I'm outside chatting it up with this group, one of the single moms has been by my side for a while and we had good isolated conversation/decent kino... but I never did escalate to a K-close. We talked briefly about her heading back to my place or me heading to hers, but only because her headlight was out and she didn't want to risk getting pulled over on her way home. She asked me to check her headlights, I put out my hand as if to say, lead the way, she never took it so I stayed and started talking to her friend. (She left after that...)

*Moral here: Always Be Closing! Have many routines committed to memory and know when to use them. Never move backwards in the model unless you encounter resistance. Speak with confidence!

Her friend, also single mother, was giving me mad kino. Once her friend left and we were isolated, I decided to try the evolution phase shift on her. It worked miraculously. She bit my neck, I bit hers, we made out for a minute, then she stopped. (That's as far as I'm going tonight.) I stopped, turned my back momentarily, but was at a loss for words. NEVER LOOSE YOUR WORDS.

Shortly there after I managed to score a ride from this girl and her friend back to my place. When we arrived, I made one last ditch effort to close by inviting them in. Problem is, I gave them an out... NEVER GIVE YOUR TARGET/PROSPECT AN OUT... EMBRACE PREGNANT PAUSES IN CONVERSATION AND ONLY PROPOSE WHAT YOU WANT THEM TO DO. Generally speaking, if she's got an option that doesn't serve your cause, don't even bring it up.. let her figure out her options on her own.

Needless to say, they dropped me off, and went their own way that night. I also forgot to get their numbers.

*Morals: Expect last minute resistance and be ready to overcome it, don't have fear of rejection, don't give "outs", have an exit strategy, always be closing and if you can't close, at least get a number for next time.

That being said, while this might sound like a night of epic failure, I still managed to have a pretty good time last night and I feel I'm getting better every time. I'm not worried, that I might not see these girls again, there will be others. And if I do run into them there next week, I feel like I might be better off since I didn't chase them.

Hope this FR helps some...

Also, please feel free to critique/make recommendations as you see fit.