The DGAF-attraction Prior to finding TRP, I met this HB8 a while back at the local bar with my colleagues. Turned out we were working in the same industry and quite a few of my colleagues knew her. Made it very natural to sit down and talk to her and the people around. I recall the evening where I was plenty exhausted from a long week at work, and all I was looking forward to was getting shitfaced and cool myself down for a minute.

We started chatting out, me and this HB8. She instantly gives me IOI’s staring me up and down, giggling and reaching her hand out to introduce herself. I was too tired to even notice how smoking this piece of meat was, let alone take interest in what she blubbered on about. I just kinda sat there nodding, turning my head away looking at everything else that was going on at this bar.

We’d discuss work related and instead of being all whiny about the long week I had, I instead reframed it into «im a bit exhausted, but I guess that’s the cost of being ambitious with big goals» and made sure it sounded super convincing like the only outcome in the end would be becoming super successful (only works when you truly want something from yourself and you can say it without giving off humblebragging vibes)

She suddenly smirks at me and tells me im so mysterious. Note: «mysterious» translates to me not paying any attention to her shit and actually leading the conversation. Women also like to hear about your ambition and drive. It makes you sound more interesting, and it lets her know that you know what you want and nothing can stop you from getting it. Always keep her in YOUR frame. In hindsight, I’ve realized this DGAF attitude is something you can implement and not something that only occurs naturally when you’re tired.

A few hours later I tell the group im leaving, seeing as I had work the day after. This HB8 I’ve been chatting to looks at me and asks where im going. She follows me as I head out. She continues: «Aren’t you gonna invite me home to your place? I look her straight in the eyes with a smirk, while placing a hand under her chin and lifting it ever so slightly upwards. Placed a kiss on her lips and with a blunt tone I whispered «nah». Turned away from her and walked out the door, smiling to myself as I turn my back on her. I could tell she was shook in confusion. I just didn’t feel like smacking her that night. Note: I was extremely confident seeing as I came in to the bar with no expectations. I had also received several compliments from cute girls that night, so I felt like I could do whatever I wanted. Alcohol helps.

The turning point The day after she finds me on Facebook and sends me a message going: «You can’t do what you did last night to me» I could tell she was hooked. She probably wasn’t used to being rejected like that, seeing as people in my city are total clowns and circle-jerking incels with no goals in life. Long story short, we hook up a week later and things escalate. Fast forward a few weeks and she became a LTR. This is when things went all downhill.

As stated, I didn’t know about TRP at the time. I had no idea other than what was made up in my own mind. Oneitis and total beta-behaviour ensued. I would make her «my princess» and put her on a pedestal and all the other bullshit that you know damn well you shouldn’t do. She took advantage and used me, like they all will if you let go of your frame. I wasn’t the man that I needed to be, and I depended on her for my own happiness. Shit went down the drain and I started wondering what the hell went wrong. She fell head over knees for me, how could this happen? Guess why I am here looking into TRP now?

The Plate Fast forward a year and here we are. I am the DGAF-Chad reborn. Digested all of the sidebar, learnt how to hold frame, realized that AWALT. Nobody’s on a pedestal and im back to being that guy who does what the fuck he wants when he wants. Realized life is too short to worry about other peoples opinions.

Anyway, after digesting the pill and realizing what this is all about, I decided to have a little fun contacting this girl after a year of no contact.

This time, I could play things exactly like the first time, only ever so vastly improved. The bitch didn’t know what she was in for.

«Hey. Just came to think of you the other day, hows things?» «Hi. Everything’s good, what about you?»

We catch up. I emphasize the fact that life has been great, and I find a lot of joy meeting new interesting people. Note: they love hearing this shit. It’s dead right spelling out that she isn’t a neccessity to your happiness. She also knows by the second statement that you’ve been seeing other women and that you have options available. Remember, they love competing for attention. We end the conversation, she gets the last word in about some trivial shit. I don’t reply for a few days. Push and pull.

She starts texting me again a few days later. We end the conversation in the same fashion. Me leaving it at no reply.

Coincidentally, we run into eachother at the mall another few days later. I came from work wearing a suit, and everything was as good as it gets. I could sense those same IOI’s I did the first time we met. I was in a hurry and said I was expecting a guest later this day. Imagine what she read out of that.

She texts me again the day after. «Wanna hang out someday?» «Sure, I’ll let you know whenever I have time»

I waited a week with no contact before she again contacts me. Jesus, woman. Again, I emphasize the fact that I have a busy life. Her hamster is spinning at full force at this point. Another few days fast forward and I tell her we can meet up. She IMMEDIATELY answered when I called and was seemingly nervous over the phone. We meet up, I treat her like she was nothing more than a deflated balloon and I hover over her the same night. Note: I had been lifting, working on my dick game, and overall improved attitude and health in the past year. She wanted it so badly.

Now, she’s one of several plates im spinning, and she cannot stop craving this cock-sandwich.

People say TRP isn’t a golden ticket to success, but it sure as hell ain’t far from it. Use it for what it’s worth. Improve yourself and don’t ever let a woman dictate what you can’t say or do. Be the fucking man you are ment to be. Digest everything on the sidebar, read the rational male, no more mr. nice guy, the 48 laws of power and everything else people on here can recommend you. Get out there and put things in a system. Practice what you preach, don’t just sit in your basement and dwell with the informatiln you’re given.

I realize this story might sound a little self-masturbatory, but read what you can out of it. Frame is everything.