I'm 33 and recently separated from my wife. For the last two years of our marriage, we were open and I fucked 30+ girls during. She only dated women and only slept with three. My wife ultimately became a lesbian (not bi), which is why we finally called it off. She was pretty perfect apart form not wanting to fuck me. We're still best friends.

When I was in an open marriage, I encountered overwhelmingly feminist perspectives from the open/poly community. It's far beyond where the mainstream is at. I found TRP to be a useful counterweight to that. Being told by women and male feminists how women want you to behave tells you nothing about how to actually get your needs met. TRP helped me understand women's tactics much better and also my own strategy. I've lifted since my teens and I'm fairly shredded. I'm also tall and loaded. Still, I've lots to learn. Onto the FR..

I like house/techno music and go to a lot of clubs and warehouse raves. I enjoy the drugs, friends, and the music and I don't really focus much on pickup. The MF ratio always sucks and the girls are there to enjoy the drugs and music with their friends. I have a pretty large, diverse friend group and a lot of them are also into the house/techno scene. Not everyone goes to every event, but certain events draw a lot of us. This past weekend was one of those. I went with about a dozen friends, about an equal number of men and women. In the days leading up, we were all shit-talking in a big group chat and finding all the drugs we needed.

The story really starts the night before. I go out for a drink with a girl I met on bumble. From pics, she was very lean/fit with a cute face, but a bit lacking in terms of tits and ass. In person, she seemed to have on a lot of makeup, like she wouldn't look good without it. She was also quite short. I don't mind petite girls and I don't really like them too tall (5'9"+) even though I'm 6'1", but she was a bit off my ideal. So overall, I wasn't too impressed with her appearance (28 y/o HB6/7). She was smart and chatty, but a bit too hyper and serious for me. I like em chill. Eventually we get the bill and I tell her to walk with me to my office where my bicycle is because I'm going to ride home. Outside my office, I make out with her a bit. She then tells me "I don't want to just hookup, I mean, I want to hookup, but I don't want only that." I was silently laughing at her (I didn't even invite her over, not like I'm going to give her a ride on my bicycle). "Cool," I replied. Decided I'd either txt her again to pump and dump or ghost, but didn't really care.

Biked home. Expected to go to bed early because I had a long bike ride with some buddies the next morning. Checked my phone and saw a lot of messages from some chick I was ignoring that had been blowing up my phone all day. The last message was "Come smoke a joint with me" at 11pm. I didn't really want anything steady with this girl (32 y/o HB6/7). I figured, hey, easy pussy, why not? So I text back, "You come here". She says "But I'm in my jammies". I say, "Don't worry, we'll be naked". She says, "I just want to be friends". I say, "with benefits". She says "Duh".

She comes over and I pour us some wine and suggest we sit in my bed (lol). We take our clothes off and I start fingering her. She's getting really wet and is moaning hard and then says "Stop, I don't want to ruin your bed!". "You squirt?", I ask. She says yes. I say, don't worry, I'll wash them. She keeps saying she's worried about the bedding and the vibe dies. A bit later we're fooling around again and I say, hey let me put a towel down, which eases her. This time I take her to O-town and she squirts like hell. I know guys fetishize this shit, but I'm not a fan. It really does make a huge mess.

At this point, I tell her we're having sex. She says no, that she doesn't want to yet. I was like, "That's cool". I knew to play it cool and try again, but she could detect my disappointment. I was especially annoyed because I was overly forward when texting because I didn't care if she got turned-off, I wasn't interested in working to get sex from her, at all. So this chick that I've been ignoring and only allowed to come to my place to play cum dumpster now had a slight bit of power over me. I concentrated on actualizing my TRP teachings right there. Don't enter her frame. So I withdrew attention. Took out my vape and started looking at my phone. She asks me how many girls' messages I'm ignoring. I say, "loads". This was literally all it took, within a couple minutes she is trying to cuddle up to me. I push her back firmly down and get on top of her. Start making out again and tell her we're having sex. She says yes. After the wrap is on and I'm about to stick it in, she tells me I have to promise to go out with her again. LoL. We fuck and she's pretty good, but now acting even clingier. Knowing I'm ghosting ASAP I start asking her some dating/relationship questions for general research purposes. She confirms the usual stuff. She is post-wall, desperately seeking a BB. The guy needs to make more than her (she works at a hedge fund so that's very few guys), taller than her (she's 5'10"), more educated than her (she's Ivy league grad). I try to reason with her that her criteria is too limiting and witness the hamster.

I let her sleep over. She could tell I was disinterested and offered to leave a few times, but I felt bad. I wasn't going to text her again either way so I didn't care about the implications. In the morning, a buddy texted we needed to start the ride late because he had a flat. I didn't tell her so she'd leave earlier, when I was supposed to leave. Got some extra, much-needed sleep.

Great ride with a couple good bros.

I was pretty beat from the ride, but it was still shoulder day so I hit the gym with my ex-wife. She is very seriously fit. Fitness model caliber. Good gym buddy.

After the gym, a plate (one of three, 26 y/o HB7) texts me that she's in the neighborhood with her friends. I tell her she can come by my place after if she wants, but that I'm going out in the evening to an already-sold-out event, so she can't come along. She comes over as I'm getting in the shower. I invite her to shower with me (it was really hot outside) and she joins. We fuck. It always amazes me how fast this girl comes (usually within 2 minutes). She's perioding all over my fucking bed, but isn't really picking up on the pre-existing squirt smell from last night girl. I'm so exhausted from the previous night then the ride and gym. I'm getting too tired to keep fucking and I can't come. I tell her I need a break and roll over and fall asleep instantly. I wake up after an hour, she's still laying there, and I start fucking her again. Still can't come. I've been fucking this girl for a few months and we went from no condoms back to condoms. Kind of losing interest.

Now it's rave time. Text my ex and tell her I'm running low on time and need her to roll joints. I walk over to her place with the plate and she is there with some of our other friends. Two other girls and one guy. They are blowing lines, no joints rolled. I know my plate thinks I'm just 'above' her and this scene is reinforcing that. Cool, laid back, attractive kids and I'm the leader. I roll the joints and we get an uber. Kiss the plate goodbye and away we go. Spend the ride talking to the driver, who is an interesting / fucked up dude. He tells me how he became a Muslim while standing trial for two counts of attempted murder. Apparently, he promised God he'd become religious if he got through it. Jury found him not guilty. My friends were just being fucked up in back (I was in front) so when we got there and I told them, they were like, "shit! he told you all that on the ride over!".

At the rave we meet up with the rest of our group and then move towards the front. We all start drinking. It's still really hot at this point, and crowded, so I am feeling a bit overheated. Everyone starts doing real drugs by 9pm. I'm still feeling hot, so I wait a bit longer then drop my Molly. We start getting all touchy, massaging each other and doing long hugs. Music is starting to get really good. I'm chatting with one of my bros. He's 6'5", blonde, very ripped and just a chill dude. He's telling me about a girl he met while away on vacation a couple weeks prior. She flew to our town to hang with him the following weekend. I said, "whoa, are you doing an LDR?". He says, "nope". Chad. I fill him in on my exploits.

Chad is opening lots of girls as the night progresses. Just says whatever is on his mind. He tells two HB7s moving through the crowd past us to just stay where they are and they do. It's crazy. He doesn't seem too interested in pulling, just kind of losing interest quickly and enjoying his roll. Another notable guy is also in the group. He's incredibly social. Always has hot girls around. He doesn't actually fuck many of them, but girls just gravitate to him. That night, he says he is going to go meet a friend that's arriving and bring them our way. Naturally, he returns with HB9 in tow. Chad perks up. He asks me whether the two of them are dating. I say probably not. Her and her girlfriend are very upbeat, doing coke. We talk to them a bit. Chad and I are both interested, but we are also both rolling way too hard to want to entertain coked-up HB9 that night. I know from my friend she is actually a quality girl (lawyer, good family, turns out I know her sister).

Eventually it rains (outdoor event) which feels really good to me while rolling. I ditch my shirt. Thank god for lifting. One of my friends (HB7) tells me I'm looking good right in front of her bf, asks me if I'm working out. I say "yes, thanks". She always likes to tell me that I look like her high-school bf, who was also her drug dealer. We're soaked now and most of our group calls it a night. Now it's me, Chad, social guy, his HB9 friend, her average friend, and my HB8 ex. It's kind of become one of my ex and I's semi-platonic dates. We're making out a lot, but I know we won't have sex. I don't care. I banged two girls in the prior 24 hours and I'm meeting another plate the next night. HB9 is dancing and attracting so many guys, it's crazy. Mostly, they are slightly above-average looking clowns. They make her laugh and are really mostly doing it right, but she is just enjoying the entertainment and validation. One guy seems to have a pretty long conversation going. Social guy taps HB9 on the shoulder and points to the bar and she turns and goes, says nothing to the guy she'd been chatting with for the past 10 minutes. Social guy comes back later without HB9 and that dude is now trying to talk to social guy. Love this guy's persistence and efforts to befriend the HB9's friend. I also pity him. HB9 is not going to leave with a guy no matter what, not in front of her actual social circle. Not unless the guy impressed all of us with his overall direction in life and was a 10/10 in looks.

Throughout the night, I can see HB9 sneaking looks at Chad and I.

My ex starts tripping a bit too hard and needs me to talk her down. A girl in the crowd asks her to make out and she politely declines, says she's too tripped out.

Next day, ex and I work on some divorce stuff and work out again (legs). Plate flakes on our afternoon plans. She says she had to break up with her bf and was still rolling from the previous night, couldn't eat. She asked if she could let me know later about that night. I said she could either commit to plans norw or I would make other plans. I made other plans before she replied and then said I'd made plans already. Plate from the previous day came over again.

tldr; Don't bother with raves for pickup. Can be good for social circle game if you aren't too fucked up.