I slapped her back

I've been seeing this lady Julia on and off for the past few years. She's a nice girl and all and her heart's in the right place and there are a few benefits that she currently provides which i'm happy with. Julia though, has this friend sarah who is known to be slightly on the raunchier side. This young lady sarah has a reputation for 'dating' guys who splurge on her and her friends (often multiple guys at the same time). Her boyfriend(s) are conveniently mostly long distance so it's quite easy for her to block off a couple of weeks for one man at a time. It's funny to watch honestly because every time she's hanging out with a bunch of us she behave in very cookie cutter ways.

• If she's bringing a date along she's usually not that well dressed and doesn't really talk much (until her date leaves to take a piss and she starts dancing with random strangers, bumming cigs off of them and generally being flirty-touchy-feely until he's back).

• If she's coming by herself she'll dress slutty. She'll also always start talking about how hard her life is and how xyz person she's currently 'officially dating' is sooo far away and she's all alone and some more verbal diarrhoea. Within an hour she's going to be drunk as fuck and more often than not she starts flirting with me because i'm usually a rude asshole to her (which is so much fun, shutting her down and calling her out on her shit very subtly). She's been trying to make moves left and right forever which is something she does on a lot of guys but all of that is low hanging fruit, most men are thirsty and throw their attention onto any pussy, and women want men who don't want them so whether it's real or artificial it's always in your best interest to generally not give a fuck.

After years of flirting and being shut down I guess one day she finally snapped. It was a bunch of us chilling at my place, sarah and julia both are present, as are 3-4 other people. People are drinking, sarah is drinking a lot. After a couple of hours she starts getting flirty and the usual whatnot verbal diarrhoea about her current boyfriend being so far away or them having broken up, etc. I started to made some joke about her age and how she's getting too old for this shit. I joking told her that life gets tough when you're 28 (when she's 25) and I don't understand what went through her head but she stood up and started hitting me. At first it was a fist bump on my back, then she started doing it harder and when I didn't react she started slapping me all over my face and neck, screaming bloody murder about how horrible I am. 11 blows later people are rushing to pull her off of me while I'm trying my best not to laugh. I just sat there not really affected, I mean she wasn't exactly Muhammad Ali with her violence so didn't really hurt that much.

The look in her eyes was priceless. She was so sure i'd eventually start hitting her back and then when that happens, it's no longer about her being a horrid cunt, it's about me being a violent, patriarchal, anti-humanity, neo-nazi dickwad rapist and the police should arrest meTM. For about 5 seconds she stared at me and when she realised that she'd fucked up she did what children women usually do: she start bawling like a newborn baby.

She spent the next hour on her knees, begging everyone for forgiveness, grabbing people and apologizing and bitching about how her life is so tough. She basically has 0 life problems apart from her retardations. Anyway the best part of it all was that she kept begging me to just hit her once because 'she's so sorry' and it's 'only fair'. She was drunk, and emotional, and panicky and she was under the impression that I won't actually hit her. I tried to be nice, I tried to console her and tell her that it's okay and i'm not angry and that she needs to drink some water and sleep but she would have none of it. Twice when we were isolated from other people she tried to pull me in and make a move. Eventually it got irritating. I mean, I just want to enjoy friday night without having to deal with children women like her. She's now standing in the middle of the living room asking me to slap her repeatedly 'just once' and people are now standing and watching and trying to get her to stfu.

I asked her if she really wanted to be slapped and she said yes. I asked her a dozen different ways and then I slapped her on her cheek. HARD. That was it. That shut her up real good. She slowly sat down, massaging her bruised cheek. I believe her hearing was off for a couple minutes and the look on her face was best described as 'deer in headlights'. For a few moments she felt lost and senseless and somehow relieved? I think there's an underlying phenomenon about how violence fascinates women because of the tribalistic and survivalistic connotations it has. Why do so many wife-beaters exist? Because as terrible as that shit is it usually works really well at controlling someone and nature, as well as life, does not have a moral compass.

Since that night a month ago sarah has been blowing up my phone, stalking me on social media and finding reasons to hang out more around me. It's weird and sad but what the heck right. She keeps joking about having a threesome with julia and me. On the other hand julia has been a lot crazier and submissive in bed. Maybe I should just become a gangbanger and start hustling and offing people. Women truly do love the deep and dark gangster who kills for sport and steals for a living.

I've been coming to TRP for nearly 4 years now. There have been stretches where i've visited upto ten times a day and there have been stretches when I haven't opened it in months. The wise people of TRP will tell you that it's important to take a break from all the information consumption and instead take some time to formulate your own opinions after you digest it. In my experience to digest TRP and internalize it is a painful yet eye-opening journey. The minute you start slacking it will all come down crashing on you and that exact moment that you finally start to think "I now understand" is when it's gonna bite you all up in your ass.

Please understand: AWALT. Understand how women work and don't forget it. You can create a very carefully balanced and even marvellous life but it's a House of Cards and the slightest breeze in the wrong direction can tear it down. You have very little control over other people or situations and your job as a man is literally to face any challenge that comes your way and not give up until you die. That is the imperative trait of being a man and that's what TRP truly is about - to be the best man you can be.