Summary: Through many of your trials & tribulations you may recognise that you were in a particular state of mind when winning. Those successes were achievable because of said mind state; and they would tend to come more and more whenever you were in that state on mind. Read on for metaphorical "WTF-I-would-have-done-this-instead" FRs with speeeritual lessons.

~~> Theory/FR combo, will decide flair upon completion.

~~> Sorry for the length you've definitely got other stuff to do, but read the first few paragraphs and if they don't take your fancy... Thanks for reading the first few paragraphs. Or just Ctrl+D and cya when you're done!

   

When you enter a new level of playing the game (whatever that may be: The cultivation of mass muscle definition, accumulation of mass wealth, fornication with "mass beaut girls", or life) there is often a state of mind that you embody on your way there, and it's always completely different to what you needed for the previous level. Too confusing? (or speeeritual?) Ha. Here's an example (about as clear as I can make it right now).

 

When I finally lost my virginity (a few months ago - March - currently 19) - "Oh, not another one of those - BP me would've choded out but RP me saved the lay posts!" - no, keep reading. In the weeks leading up to the quite unexpected lay. Shit kept happening. Shit just wouldn't stop happening. I constantly ran into bullshit situations, almost like shit tests from life or the universe (or whatever you religious nutjobs want to call it).

 

Here are a couple:

I had a shit night out, and could've pulled, but pussied out of the arm wrestle between the friends and the girl at the end. Had fun inside, some making out, but as the club was closing I couldn't didn't muster the brass balls to make the last hurdle of just taking her from the "come on let's go!" friends. The girl looked at me (obviously in a "Just take me! come onnnn pleeease!" kinda way) and I just froze, as if waiting for some golden moment where the decision is made for me, everyone's an actor and they turn, cheer me on, the friends stop the BS, hail a cab for the both of us, and whoosh! off to poundtown.

 

Reality kicks in milliseconds later and fear of rejection apparently masked as indecisiveness kills her tingles and off she goes. I proceed to self-punish, even going for those dirty street meat takeaway fries & burger combo to "kill the gains that I didn't need, pussy". On the way out with my food I saw a G that went to my gym. He also looked depressed from lack of results, "Great, awesome, borderline envious physique." I thought, "But, without game, nothing...". But I had some Game, good even, but I flapped it at the last minute. Fuck.

 

There had been tons of "near-misses" like this in the past, like a smokin' Greek exchange student who told me she was "too tired" and "wanted to leave", but given what we'd been up to the last half hour I could tell she was really just tired of the club foreplay and wanted isolation, I couldn't pull back then since I had nowhere to go (Would've been 1st year Uni, working currently, full time in accounting and live with parents). A similar event occurred a few weeks after that, when, after an amazing night out (started real early, 4 - 7PM with friends then went out alone - they were much older and had their own plans) on Halloween last year another chick, this time from a London Uni came to visit friends and upon us meeting, bang! instant attraction & chemistry. I played it slow at first; ignoring her on the group open and entertaining her friends. Then later on, I was losing momentum & had saved her as a trick up my sleeve / Plan B. Feeling my state slowing coming in to land, I bought 3 beers (minimum spend bullshit as I only had my card) and headed up to the smoking area, in which I sensed she'd be.

Upon entry I immediately lock onto her, and as she's talking to another guy, I crash a trio of 2M 1F and unleash, to my own amused surprise, a hilarious story of the Expectation vs. Reality of working vs going to Uni. All 3 are howling & crying with laugher, loudest pack there, I offer them 2 of the pints I bought which the guys accepted in shock, and I felt soo fucking good thinking of how distinctively amazing it was for them, for someone to have come up, intruded their boring night and pumped it chock full of laughter and positive emotions, then give them free drinks. As students. I realise now that I could've used this vibe as a shield against fuck ups later on, !!but!! that didn't even occur to me at the time as I instead took it as a free pass saying "Damn son, thank you so fucking much, go do your thing & nobody will bother you" I literally couldn't fuck up.

 

As I see things dissolving with the guy she's talking to, I transition over, opening with "Are you a nun" (her halloween costume) and, went in for an enthusiastically reciprocated makeout; seconds in. "It's my turnnnn" I thought to myself, and lead her by the hand out of the fogged up smoking area.

We did all sorts in the club, but again, close but no cigar. Way before the club ended, but at the peak of our daring fooling around she literally told me, "Lets' go back to yours". Now, with the amazing conditioning dished out on TRP I could never have expected any girl to say something like this, given the whole slut shaming stuff. But now, I felt part of that "Secret society" That RSDTyler spoke about. "What?" I asked her, pretending I didn't hear, while suppressing what felt like the 12th surging wave of the deep flow state I'd been in (so I wouldn't seem too eager, I was just really surprised with my progress).

 

"Let's go back to yours." She, implored, laughing timidly.

 

Now lads you have to understand, this chick, would normally be a 7. Add the inferno of chemistry we'd had together I sticker-slapped her a straight up 10. Now imagine she's wearing a sexy, black nun lingerie halloween costume. My favourite BluePill fap category. My dick was fucking cheesegrating against my jeans zipper.

 

I tried all sorts to isolate, my first choice being a car park about 70 sober seconds away from the venue, nice and discrete. I'd learned from the colleague roasting I received after messing up with the greek chick and did some research into how to pull it off without a venue, it was this, (recommended by most forums I scoured) or a £109 stay at a hotel. Now I dunno about you guys, but, sure I wanna get laid, but I'd have to have been doing a lot of accounts at work to be able to splash out on a Hoe-tel room whilst thinking, "Oh well! there goes tomorrows lunch!". So I take her by the hand on the smoking area balcony thing we're on and head down the 3 floors of this club. I fucking run the place there socially, so bouncers let me do pretty much whatever the fuck I want, thanks TRP (I was gonna say it eventually). We head out and approaching the alley leading to the coital car park I can feel her grip loosening on my hand behind me. I'd already ran it through my head that although she may have been quite enthusiastic, a dark a alley with a 6'3 hot stranger might not be as fun as Sex & the city made it out to be, and would ring creeper alarm bells so I gave her some concoction of "hey, if you feel uncomfortable we can go back inside", "Nah, let's go back in and see your friends". So back inside we go.

 

Heading back up to 3rd floor, I take an alternate route, stopping on a jackpot of an empty, black leather, group seating area. I (we) immediately seize the opportunity and crash there for a heavy make out session. I proceed to get her on top of me there whilst making out, and her gyrating hips & groin signal that she can't seem to get enough. I'm motivated. I take her up to where my connection to the universe at this point is telling me the friends are (Or maybe just the fact that I didn't see them on the first 2 floors & the 3rd is the most popular, point is I'm still deeply in state) and again, continuing from the alternate route which stems from the seating area, we're passing through the mens, which I at first entered to unload, leaving her on the side seating platform just outside. As I'm washing my hands I remember friends had told me I should've pulled the greek yogurt situation off in the bathroom, which was out of my reality at the time. But no for some reason the fucking Toilet cologne guy is pissed at me for no reason, and upon asking (trying to suppress my fucking rage at his mistargeted discontent towards me) ask him why. "Don't talk to me" he drones, in a drawn out Nigerian accent. Cunt. I just assume it's because I never buy anything from him, and I always switch the hand dryer on using the switch near the ceiling above it. I suspect he turns this off so people are forced to ask him for paper towels, which maybe primes them to buy shit. I didn't like feeling manipulated so I'd do this and occasionally get a few chuckles from the guys in there after he'd tell me it wasn't working.

 

Heading out unsure, I decide to balls up and try it anyway, but the momentum of my intent meets a granite wall as a swarm of guys instantly spawn from up the stairs we came from and completely shut down the men's. Every cubicle. I laugh to myself, literally feeling like God is fucking with me. We finally meet her friends, and ZZOOOM!! another genius idea hits. After a combination of dancing and running some "Im-not-a-creeper-u-want-me-to-sleep-with-her" game on the friends, I get her to ask the friend she's staying with for the key. She does. Returning to me, "Answer's no", she says with a mildly disappointed face which gave a sense of team fucking (heh) spirit from her. Out of options, I become even more amused at whatever universal force is testing my dicktermination. Contnue from checkpoint.

 

So the club eventually ends, and heading outside with her & her friends things are looking good. We're laughing and feeling good... whilst walking back to the friends' apartment. Things are looking really good. But condisering the group size of 5 - 8, I don't think they're all up for hearing the screams & moans of our hot teen tryst in the flat. So I run the smoothest fucking game on the individual girls in an attempt to provoke the same "Parting the seas" effect I got in the smoking area with the disengaged trio. Its working well.... maybe a little too well as the 2nd girl asks me "So who are you going to choose?". The decision had already been made. I threw some confused bullshit at her and kept going. I see my girl ahead with the guy from the start. I don't even have time to feel sorry for him - I'm certainly not worried about him swooping her.

 

We're here. A YUUUGE fucking campus of apartments upon conveniently grouped apartments of irresponsible students & hot sluts. I was in such awe, like I was in the Biggest shopping mall in the world with a black card. Only the choicest goods, yes, I'd take my time, like the old bull. No time! my mind snapped back into focus. I'd come this far, I just had to pull it off; if not for the guaranteed mind-blowing sex then to win this game & beat God, who I thought was toying with me. Upon entering, everyone slowly got into the "Burnt oven food & chill" post club recovery zone as I paced around silently & awkwardly feeling out of place. What made it worse was my fucking bladder was bursting for a piss. All that alcohol I didn't get a chance to flush out through the night decided now was the time... WOW. It's impossible for me to focus while needing to go badly, I start sweating (from the muscle strain of holding it continuously), and it just sucks. Plus I'm "that guy from the club that made us feel good" and I'm not continuing the make em' feel goood at the most crucial part. fffffuck. I give into the piss and walk out, aloof & without goodbye, and after leaving the building, sprint to the nearest spot.. good, a bin shelter, and Niagara ensues. The feeling I get after taking a piss like that is similar to the one guys get after they finish with a chick; """"MEH, WASN'T A BIG DEAL""""

   

No sex for the Shiv.

   

I tried re-infiltrating, using some party in their building as an excuse, but I was too ashamed. I didn't think it a big deal, some part of me knew that if I became too identified with the result, or lack thereof, I'd fucking atomize.

 

Sitting at the foot of a tree on a low wall, waiting for my cab to arrive, I looked around at the enormous campus and was so fucking angry I didn't go to the worlds biggest and most (relatively) expensive party. I could feel the air of a massive shout pushing through my throat, and bit on my phone so hard in suppression of this that the screen cracked. But that wasn't it. The taxi arrived at another of the many campus entrances and as I watched the route of his departure, I realized I could make it if I cut across the the green hill ahead of me. so I sprinted towards, then up this brightly lit, radioactive green hill, only to see something which erased all thought for a good moment, I even came to a short standstill. It was the larger, inner area of flats brightly lit up with white lights everywhere. That's what had made the grass look so vibrant. I was completely & utterly seduced by opportunity.

   

Yeah, tons of bullshit. I even missed a threesome opportunity after that indecisive night from before (chicks could feel the negative emotions from my loss and decided to leave my place & walk barefoot to their friend instead of waiting, but save that for another day. After the Halloween incident I was hellbent on getting a place to crash and once I realized hotels weren't worth it; even if I could afford them 10 times over, gave up on them altogether. I tried getting apartments on a 50/50 or group shared basis with friends & co-workers, only to be met with a glazed-over look of "nah" + excuses.

Then, a literal miracle occurred. A friend I worked with had an apartment within a 12 minute walking distance from all the hot venues in my city. She goes back to her parents' every weekend and it's completely empty from Fri evening to Sun afternoon. DING DING FUCKING DING

A few weeks later we get the keys cut & I get a run of her apartment. I swear the moment she opened the doors, I got the same feeling in my eyes as when I first saw a Lamborghini Aventador in person. The place was welcomingly teeming with a feeling of opportunity and yearning. Like the moments before you shred into your presents on Christmas day. This lasted the whole day and I was on such a high. Really made me understand the sort of standards & rules I have set up in my head for what'll make me happy.

 

I've been using the place almost every weekend for about 5 months now. Throw in the occasional plate I fuck at lunch break when I'm at work. I'm too grateful for TRP & especially RSD. So much so that I often want to write posts, but can't because words would never be enough; hence why this shit is so long.

Lesson & Lay:

 

Learning from this video on how events like these aren't bad because they teach you lessons the hardest way so that you'll be on complete autopilot the next time round. He basically says you shouldn't feel bad & should instead look for the lesson in your experience, learn from it and go on to crush it in the future. 2 weeks before I got laid, I also read a great post on here. OP basically said that after smoking some weed, he came to a realisation that even if he never got laid, it wouldn't matter, there was more to life than that. Of course he wanted to get laid, but if he didn't, so what? What would happen? He lost his virginity shortly after this. Funny.

 

I took that to heart and every single time decided to not feel bummed out about it; which was really easy too considering I got lightyears further than I'd expected to!

I learned to be truly, completely, *wholesomely* free of outcome, so much so that in interactions now I have the opposite expectation (and to a smaller degree, hope that nothing happens - not to get my hopes up again) but it's not negative; it's liberating! Opening is so much easier now, sure I struggle with girls I find exceptionally attractive, but that's mostly from adrenaline. There's no more of that feeling of anxiousness for something to come of the interaction. I mostly just want to laugh at some point & feel good. This new mind state transformed my interactions. Which leads us to the where the rubber hits the hoes...

 

Eventually going out one night with a close friend, I wasn't drinking - my next challenge - and I was depressed from thinking of what I could've been doing if I had. Anyway - taking "right action" - I open a cute blonde and we hit it off easily, she adds herself on snapchat and leaves, showing of a fantass-tic ass with some sort of criss cross walk.

A week later I invite her out, completely not bothered wether she came out or not. When I say completely, it was borderline "Stay at home, I only asked out of courtesy!" convo

 

MORE BULLSHIT VS A PREPARED CRIMSONSHIV:

She asks who I'm going with, I was planning on going solo w her to some quiet spots. But social circle game would grease the wheels. I go out alone, but meet a massive group of friends coming out of the train station with me, (they got off on the stop before the venue, and I insincerely agreed with the guy who said they should've stopped at the one after). Miracle.

 

While joking, I run away from her, tripping over a lifted tile in the ground and fall completely over. I follow the fall, almost encouragingly, turning it into several barrel rolls, which gets a few confused laughs out of the lads. (equivalent of taking the incel pistol that the universe or the night or whatever the fuck is pointing at me and holding it closer to my head shouting "Go one then!"). She thinks its hilarious. IDGAF. No expectations, not after last time.

 

We get there, out of habit, I didn't bring any ID since I normally get the TRP service from BouncerBros. I forgot this club has airport security (ID scan + webcam photo + metal detecting frame + put all your stuff in a tray + body search) due to size and past bullshit there too. I'm totally cool about it, after realising, an "oh well" feeling falls upon me. I was genuinely excited about other opportunities elsewhere, its a great zone and hot bars & clubs I frequent are minutes away by foot. But my intent on fucking this girl + the freedom from outcome of doing so tells me I could at least try. "Oh, when I first started going out this would happen all the time." - Uber home, grab passport, back out. Driver has cable for my phone sweet! Plus I got to freshen up a bit at home.

 

Pleasant surprise for her inside, game is perfect but the flow state isn't raging like with Halloween Lingerie nun. I talk to everyone and soon stop trying to enjoy it whilst waiting for the moment that I can prooove to myself that this time I'll extract & isolate. I actually enjoy the night. about and hour and a half before it closes I decide now's the time. I immediately call an Uber, while I go find her, I expect it should arrive on time with our exit. Still don't care. nasty cockblock comes up and no lay? IDGAF, it's a non issue. I Find her. Take one last look, before leaving the venue feeling like I've left it with this much health. Could have walked to the apartment, but I wasn't giving the almost non-existent ASD a breath of a chance.

Good sex, made her squirt, didn't finish myself, didn't care. I won. finally.

 

It's as though God or whatever the fuck saw me persist after the bullshit I got, and after seeing I didn't lose hope and become a total bitchass, results-oriented crybaby decided, hm, "That's strange, let's see what happens when we give him what he wants..". But of course it was all me, (using the blessed adivce of this sub of course) it was always me. The bullshit taught me lessons and the lessons conditioned me for action, which changed my vibe & mindset about things, and as a result, I felt completely entitled to taking all the right actions.

   

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading. I've spent all night writing this (currently 04:30AM and my workout alarm just went off) the gist of what I've said here is this: there's a vibe/state of mind call it what you will, that you enter before you start winning BIG, but it normally arises from countless repetitions of bullshit, teeth-grindingly (phone shatteringly) stressful lessons. It's like a lens that lets you see things differently; or better put, it removes the lens and let's you see things that happen to you as just events. Some that you can control & change the outcome of, and some that you can't. This detaches you from specific occurrences, and, from an objective perspective, it is clearer to see what action could have been taken for a more favorable outcome... hah...

 

More FR than theory here, as it's embedded in the FR so FR flair it is, made some edits, 04:44 now. Stay Red.