Summary: This will be a different sort of field report - a retrospective analysis of myself from my own mind. Rather than focusing on the events that took place, I'm going to focus on my own actions and thoughts from an RP lens and maybe some of you can relate with a mid-20s male a year+ after discovering TRP.

"Shit, I don't even remember how I approached her. Now I understand why they say it doesn't even matter what you say on an approach...you just stop thinking and do it. I do remember James and I grabbed our drinks, whiskey on the rocks (fuck soda I knew I needed to work out the next day) and went to sit down. It was still early so the booths around the club provided the best vantage point and I can sit and sip my drink and attempt to look like a total boss. She probably noticed my Christian McQueen impression because that's when I looked over next to me, and saw her gaze. She was practically inviting me to talk to her - and I still can't remember what I said first. There was smiles, flirting, dancing - despite her friends right there staring at her. It seemed...easy. Natural. So much better than most other times where I'm tripping up trying to figure out how to escalate. Her hypnotic blue eyes were still dead set on mine while we danced, and that's when I leaned in for the kiss....to which she turned and gave me her cheek. I remember just smirking and pulling away: fuck that I don't want her cheek, and went on my merry way to see what else was around.

It was only when I started roaming around that I realized that first chick was one of the hottest in that club. I danced with that other girl too, kind of chubby, but Spanish and her ass was nice. She pulled away after a while, but meh, it was fun while it lasted. I saw from across the room James was trying his luck with the first chick. Heh, what a 'wingman'. When it comes to the hot ones his philosophy always changes to best man wins. Instead of getting upset I just shrugged it off and went to piss. I remember that dude from the first girl's group nudging me in the bathroom saying "I saw you with her man, you should dance with her again", giving me that 'Good job but fuck you' type of AMOG acknowledgement. "Yea, I might" I said half-heartedly, not really wanting to deal with this guy's obvious jealousy.

I did end up going back though, towards the end of the night. She wasn't with a dude but she seemed...pissed off? She had her back slightly turned towards me, legs crossed, and flipped her hair back. Her answers were short and succinct. Now I'm no expert of body language - I do have that PDF of "The Definitive Book of Body Language" - but any social retard could see she was not very open. So I just said something along the lines of "You don't seem in the mood for talking now, so you should give me your number before you go so we can talk again". Getting her number - the old Hail Mary. She could give me a fake, she could never respond... there's a million different possibilities but still I feel like it was a good move. Her friends were getting their coats and shit and from what I remember she's about an hour ride away. I did manage to find out some logistics while I was grinding on her.

She complied, and I texted her the next day - half of me is surprised she even texted back. I still have more numbers of no replies than I care to admit. She actually agreed to go out with me next weekend too..? This girl was smoking hot, probably a 9/10, she very literally could have been with any dude in there. Shit I'm already starting to feel inadequate before I even see this girl one on one. I'm already starting to feel that anxious feeling I know all too well from...you know...her. Sigh...I obviously still need to Kill the Beta in me. Well, I'm going to text Plate A as a back up just in case she flakes. There's still 5 days before the weekend and that's plenty of time for some Alpha to scoop her up and make a sudden change of plans. If she actually shows up...shit, I guess it's game on."

Moral of the story: It's all about the journey.