I needed this shit today. I've been pretty good about keeping trp frame but in the last two weeks I've allowed myself to get lulled into a sense of wishing I had a certain person (who I haven't even fucked). So I'm grateful for this getting me back to baseline. I met a very pretty girl who constantly texted me and had a lot of things in common with me (major, hobbies, sense of humor). A very charming person. So I decide I'm gonna snag her for a night or two, doesn't happen, she's always busy.

Well I've fucking seen this before. Next. Texts me, even says she misses me. Can't hang out.

Introducing my retard alter ego. I like you I wanna take you out. Blah blah blah.

Third time I invite her out (Three strikes), ditched. I ask what's up, did I misread this?

"I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry if I've been unclear"

Unclear?! You text me every morning when you woke up and every night. We text all day and flirt hard in public. Unclear?

I want to share something my dad told me once: with women, the only quality is in the quantity.

Keep that in mind, gentlemen. TRP can be learned and potentially mastered but at any given time you can bump into someone who makes you forget. We're forgetful. Something hot, or worse, something beautiful can have a personality, and that is dangerous to the lifestyle you want. Pussy love is all too similar to a vicious drug addiction. You can go to rehab and be clean for months but the minute you catch yourself in the right environment you can let your guard down and relapse.

Thoughts? Stories?