whether this is a Field report or an Example, I'll just write about something that happened last weekend.

So last saturday I was surfing tinder an hour before getting off work and I match with this syrian girl who instantly messages me saying it's her last night in town and she wants to grab a drink. I told her when I'd be there and I showed up. Her and her friend came around the corner, hugged me and we talked for a bit. We started walking down bourbon (I live in New Orleans) and she jumped behind me and told me not to move. I said who are you hiding from? she said "I met this uber driver when I first got here and he's been driving me and my friend around for free all week, now he's following us" (Beta to the damn core?) I laughed and said don't worry about him and brought them to a spot I frequent a lot. I grab a drink and we're dancing, shes griding all over me when all of a sudden some guy came and pushed me back, and said "What you doing with my girl" I maintained frame and said don't push me again, I'll dance with who I want to. He then got in my face and said "Lets go outside buddy I just wanna talk" both the girls are pretty much begging him to get away (As if he can do shit he's 5'7 and looks about 150, I'm 6'2 215) he then lifted his shirt (showing me he has a big ass knife stuck in his pants) and repeated himself saying "Meet me outside buddy, I just want to talk for a minute" I responded (grabbing "his girl") It would be rude to leave my new friend alone, why don't you get out of here? He then told the girl "FUck you whore, find a new ride home" I used this to comfort her and say "ill drive you to your hotel" where I later screwed the hell out of the girl one guy was begging to have, which made it even better for me.

The next day I was really thinking that if I lost frame that night I could've been stabbed and possibly killed. I was pretty drunk but was still able to think rationally, but was in no condition to fight. I knew if I went outside with him we were either going to fight or he was going to pull the knife out and stab me. I made sure my frame was staying in that club where the bouncers could see everything.

Part of me feels bad for the guy since I was once that guy that was rejected and saw my oneitis walk away with chad, which is what brought me here in 2014. It's just a tough pill to swallow that if it wasnt for TRP, I might've been that guy (minus the knife cause wtf?) standing there watching my crush go home with chad. I have TRP to thank changing my life at such an early age, I found TRP at 19 and been reading on and off ever since. If I learned anything from that night I would say treat beta orbitors like a fat girl that you can't stomach looking at.