I'm new to TRP and I don't post very often, but I've been lurking around here for a while now reading up on everything and figured I would post up a recount of my NYE experience.

Some brief history: I'm early 30s, and while in my early 20s I was very strong with picking up women. I didn't study up on the ins and outs of it, I was just a good conversationalist plus I spent a large portion of my 20s living overseas where it's much easier to pick up. Since then I had a few LTRs that cost me a lot of my mojo, started getting beta and wondering how I had changed since my glory days. About 6 months ago I found TRP, and reading up on all of your posts reinforced a lot of my strategies and helped to crystallize a lot of the intangible things that perhaps I implicitly understood but did not logically contemplate.

Anyway, I used to be hard into the rave scene back in the day, and although I am retired now I still have some DJ gear and remain lightly active in the private party scene around Dallas (word of mouth gigs, birthdays and stuff like that). I know a girl who throws a blowout NYE party every year and she hired me to DJ for it.

As a DJ, you are already in a prime spot to pick up girls... You get the chance to stay in the corner and remain aloof, and also differentiated from the other party goers (much like a bartender). This year, I said I wanted to start 2014 right and play all of my cards to my advantage, thanks to TRP advice I had been studying.

I come in to set up well before the party, at like 6pm. While I am there setting up speakers and stuff, a hot young girl comes in (friend of the host) and has some catering to drop off. We chat for a bit, I'm conscious to remain appropriately disengaged from her as I am also setting up my gear. We chat some about martial arts and she mentions that she does Taikwando (however you spell it). And I go to say "you can't kick my ass" but I slip and say "kiss" instead of "kick." She calls me out for my flub, so I quickly restate it like this: "no no, you can kiss my ass. But you definitely can't kick my ass." I delivered this bold statement and looked her in the eyes with full confidence - she is politely laughing but her eyes dart up to mine with a flash, as if to say "I can't believe he just said that." This was a very positive look for me. I could have hung out and tried to work on her some, but it was early and I figured my overall odds were better if I took off. So I left, telling her I would be back by 8 (and knowing full well I wouldn't be there until close to 9).

I come back around 9 and during the walk up I stop by some stands and buy some cheesy light up wands and shit. Doing my part to make the party. I go up and throw on some music, the only people here are the sexy girl I was talking about earlier (I'll call her blue dress), and the host of the party, a slightly older (40ish?) black girl with a big money job and a large ration of sass. I have a few drinks with them and then the first partygoers to arrive are a couple of guys. Party host girl has big money - and so do her guests. No way my bank account comes close to these guys, although I will admit that I do hold down a respectable job in marketing. These guys come in and start working on blue dress, I am hanging back assessing the situation and decide I need to throw some fuel on the fire in my favor. So I leave for a while. Didn't say where I was going, didn't mention I would be back soon, I just left. I walked down to the terrace at their luxury apartment and had a few cigarettes while I chatted with some other people. 10-20 mins later I walk back in, still the same people at the apartment. I didn't have to wait long to gauge the absence effect on blue dress, she immediately and loudly asks "where did you go?!?!" Good signs for me, I move in and talk to her some before leaving her with the other two guys to go do some music.

The party starts to wind up and people fill in. These guys are all doctors and lawyers and shit (blue dress is also a lawyer). I smile between mixes at any girl that locks eyes with me. One older cougar comes up and is blatantly hitting on me, asking if I needed a drink. "surprise me.. " I said and have her go and mix up a drink for me. After she returns with my drink she mentions that she wants to kiss someone at midnight. "Don't tease me" I tell her and put my head back down in the DJ mix.

Fast forward through some other less interesting interactions, it's close to midnight. The whole party clears out to the open deck to watch the fireworks. The same two guys who were there at the party first are still working on blue dress, but I slide in behind her and put my arm around her, whispering "let's start the year with a kiss." She turns and kisses me - on the cheek - but whatever, I still have more people to kiss tonight. I find cougar, she is somehow furiously staring at me through her peripheral vision, but still tries to look amusingly surprised when I see her. I whisper "happy 2014" and kiss her hard. Full tongue, and for a good minute. Cougar tells me I'm a good kisser, I tell her "that's not the only thing I'm good at" and she tells me we will see about that some time. I turn around and blue dress is standing nearby, she hands me a champagne glass while vaguely trying to mask the annoyed look on her face (almost like she wanted to say I was 'busted' but knowing that she has no right to make that implication). "Thanks sweetheart, cheers!" I smile widely, toast her and walk around the corner to have a smoke.

I'll spare the details of the rest of the party, but basically cougar gives me her number, tells me I can call her any time (gives me the free booty call pass), and sends me texts after she leaves talking about how sexy I am. Party host is seemingly more interested in me all of the sudden and is pulling me aside to talk sometimes. I make hard eye contact with blue dress from time to time while these two guys are doing everything they can to run game on her. Around 2 the party fizzles, host passes out, and people take off. I walk up to blue dress and her two orbiters, tell them I heard a party on the floor downstairs and we should go crash it.

I have been DJing all night, and didn't really have a chance to chat up blue dress significantly... Now was kind of my chance but these two guys weren't liking the competition, and would try to step in on us every chance they got. At this point I see one of them (I'll call him blond) is really trying to close the deal and his friend is flying wing man. At this other party there are lots of other girls around, so whenever blond guy grabs blue dress away, I go talk to other girls. I dance with the other girls. I'm proposing toasts and acting like the life of the party. By contrast, each time I pull blue dress to me to talk, blond guy and his friend stand just nearby waiting for the chance to interrupt. Which they do as much as possible.

Blond guy grabs blue dress again and I turn around to talk to this cute Latina girl. She gives me some kind of weak shit test and I just unloaded on her with some aggressive and incredulous response. I wish I could remember exactly what was said, but the result was that her eyes got big like a deer when I came back at her so strongly. We only talk for a few minutes and she gushes something about "are you really real?!? You are amazing!" and gives me her number. I break away before too long because my main target at this point is still blue dress, and although she only kissed my cheek at midnight, she gave me some other cues that she was interested along the way and I gotta admit that I really wanted her bad.

We close out this after party and I turn to blue dress and orbiters, offer to take "all of us" for breakfast. These two guys are taking pot shots at me whenever they get the chance by talking shit about my car or my restaurant choice, but I'm unflappable and just accept and amplify all their shit while insisting that they were in for the best breakfast of their life. We cruise down to a 24 hour diner, me, blue dress, and her two suiters, and have an awesome and much needed sloppy new year's breakfast. Blond guy is bankrolling hard and makes sure we all know he is covering the check. When we go to leave, I intentionally leave a minute early to go smoke and leave blue dress with blond guy. They exchange numbers, but she says she is tired and wants to go home. I offer to drop everyone off.

I drop off the blond guy and his wingman (who were not total douchebags actually, we're all honestly just boys being boys). Wave them off and now finally it's just me and the blue dress. I turn to her and say "you know what? Fuck going home, let's go get some mimosas!" She gives me a high five and off we go for early morning drinks. After a few mimosas and laughing about the night I go to drop her off and she asks me up. The blue dress ends up on the floor next to my clothes, and she wants to do it all again this weekend.

By acting uninterested and letting the two guys intensely pursue my target all night, I painted myself as the guy who was harder to get. Yeah that's risky, cuz maybe it would have turned out that big money blond guy could have closed the deal, but in the end this was the major factor that worked in my favor. Add in the competition with other women, and my SMV went up considerably each time I talked to someone else. By the end of the night I had all the options with these rich girls, and even out-maneuvered competition with a lot more actual money and social status. Now even the party host is asking me to come spend the night with her at her new house because "she gets scared in a lonely house by herself." Right. End of the day, I gotta admit all this TRP stuff works, I'm not the first to say it and not gonna be the last. Be true to yourselves gentlemen, and best of luck to all of you in 2014.

TL:DR - DJ works higher perceived SMV status, scores the hottest girl at a party full of doctors and lawyers, and even has someone else buy us all breakfast before taking her home - thank you TRP.