I'm living in a mixed dormitory, and on my floor, there are a lot of tier 7-9 girls around. From time to time, I keep stumbling on one or two, and what I do is simply experimenting with TRP principles just for fun.

On every floor, there is a little room next to the shared kitched wherein there are an iron table, a table, and a bike parking.

So earlier today after showering, I headed to that room to iron my green T-shirt and get on my day like the usual, but to my surprise, there was a stunning, probably tier 8, girl studying on the table loudly, memorizing some concepts she needs for an exam she's having the next day.

So I stepped into the room, greeted her, and started ironing my shirt. She stopped studying and was waiting for me to finish, or so it seemed to me, so while ironing, I gathered enough courage (I'm still pretty anxious apparoaching girl) to finally ask her what she was studying for.

That simple question led to a very casual conversation over college and exmamination period and stuff.

During this spontaneous conversation, as if she flipped a switch or something, she started giving me shit at every cue I uttered.

"Why are you ironing a T-shirt today? It's not an appropriate dressing code for an exam", she interrupted me.

I realized she started throwing her shit at me, which for some reason made me smile and less anxious lol, probably because I understood that she liked me back.

"What? Exam? Who told you I'm having an exam? I'm going to a café to study a little".

"Why is your T-shirt green, though? It looks awful".

I found her shittests really weird, but to that I smirked and replied, "I like green. I bought this T-shirt specifically for its light shade of green".

"Well, I hate green".

"Okay?"

By this time, I have finished ironing my shirt and was heading out, but she stopped me and said, "Oh haha that's not the right way to iron a shirt".

"Doesn't matter. I'm self-taught, and that's how I do it. It looks fine to me".

"You should iron the sides more".

"Nah, it's cool. I need to go now, so good luck with your exam and see you around".

She got a bit shut down by that. She kept looking at me in disbelief, and just said "Thanks" and went back to studying.

So I returned to my room, wore my shirt and went back to the room she was studying in to take my purple bike which was parked in there.

"Ohhh, green and purple. That looks nice, almost like the Joker from Batman".

I couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or a shittest. Nonetheless, I just told her, "The Joker, huh? Well, let me show you something."

She got a bit scared and went on the defensive because I had to take my backpack off my back and grab a deck of cards out of it.

"So speaking of the Joker, I happened to be a magician. Go on, pick a card".

She didn't understand what the fuck was going on. She went completely blank, that she couldn't process what I was saying anymore. She just followed my hands and was amazed by the trick.

After the trick was finished, she reacted with a "WOW! That was amazing! How did you do that?"

"Hahaha,well, years of pra-"

She extended her hand, "MY NAME IS SARAH" (That's not her real name)

From there we just did the introductory stuff and got her Facebook, wished her luck for her exam, and left with my bike.

Thorughout the whole conversation, I just kept thinking about the Frame theory. There was nothing wrong with a green T-shirt, wearing one on the day of the exam, or my ironing of that shirt, for the matter. She was just pussy talking. When you start noticing how shitty and stupid their shitttests are, you realize that you really have nothing to do but to just sit down and enjoy her coming up with stupid shit to emberass you.

It's a pattern that I see with every girl I approach. There's literally nothing wrong with you as a person or with your looks or anything that she criticizes you for. It's just when girls open their mouths, they're just spitting venom. So guys, don't let her shit get through to you. It's seriously meaningless. Just act cool, smile, and reply with something half-serious half-joking.