Intro

I've been out the posting game for a while, but after joking around with dudes behind the scenes I've decided it might be time share what I've been learning out in the real world.

The whole point of TRP is not to become an expert who is versed in all TRP laws and bylaws, then sit in the side lines. The point is to take a piece of advice that seems legit and go out into the real world to apply it.

Live a real life in the real world.

The Notes

  • #The Power Of Validation

  • Positive Validation

I've recently started a new job as a college aged young man. I'm not sure what about this shopping center draws as many thick thots as it does, but man I am surrounded by beautiful women on a daily basis. So far in the past month, I've gotten 7 numbers, 2 dates, 1 steady girlfriend, 1 date in the pipeline and another im still gaming to the date. This will be about the one im still gaming.

When I first met the artsy girl, it was a brief "hello, im your new co worker, ill catch you later." And left it at that.

A few days later im doing my thing - gaming girls getting numbers. I happened to be chatting up this pretty black girl and were having a good time. Convo is great, fun vibes were both laughing -- I see artsy girl in my peripheral vision watching this all go down. She starts walking closer and waving at me to get my attention. I ignore her. I keep gaming the girl im with now, even though the artsy girl is objectively badder than the black girl.

After I get the black girls number, I go up to the artsy girl and ask her whats up -- she's like "oh nothing i just needed help with this thing over here." so I go to help her and I notice her shoes. They're Vans. I used to be a skater in my youth so I commented "with shoes like those you must like skating!"

One thing lead to another, we start talking, turns out she paints, i paint too. I get her Instagram.

Few more days pass and I see her again, now she always seems happy to see me. Goes out her way to say hi and smiles... all is well. She comes to find me cus she needs help with another thing and I just start teasing her -- "I bet you're the type of girl who likes wine."

She happily starts talking about her favorite drinks, fruity types of alcohols. This is the most important thing I said to her: "Oh... thats good. I like that. Most girls these days only drink hard liquors and thats so strange to me. Its cool to meet a girl who likes finer tastes. Anyways have you ever been to the XYZ paint bar? My friends and I are going there in 2 weeks."

Now alot is happening in what I just said so im going to break this down.

1.) I validated her in such a way that it was a man in a higher position approving of the girl who did something right for him. It wasn't "oh my gosh wine is soo good whats your favorite?!?!" just a simple "I like that, heres why." I approve of what you just said.

I noticed the power of that was when we went from us having a 70/30 type of conversation, where I carried out most the work but she also did some work (no one word answers) to 50/50. Now not only is she still talking but now she is asking me questions. she's asking me what my favorite type of drink is. How did I develop that taste. Etc.

2.) I didn't let that approval or validation linger. The mistake most guys make is they'll say something cheeky, witty, or alpha -- but then the facade fades away when their puppy dog eyes tell the truth of the situation- they sit there waiting for the girl to say something like "haha you're funny!" the guy is still the one waiting for the approval! Just say what you need to say and keep the conversation flowing. Don't wait around for the girls reaction.

3.) I dropped a piece of my life that she relates to, alluded to a magic night i have planned with friends in a venue she's never been to but told me she really wants to go to. Then I didn't invite her. not only do I not want to bring this girl to meet other girls im going to the paint bar with, but by not inviting her right then and there she will be all the more excited when I do finally invite her, after I show her the pictures I took of my art with my other girlfriends.

  • Negative Validation

My work place is a fast paced environment. I'm on the move with a steady step and sometimes I gotta rush past people. One woman didn't like that. She was alright looking, nothing to brag about, but do-able.

Anyways I rush past her once and she tries giving me some lip. I ignore her and keep working. Walk by her again and she's like "excuse me do you work here?"

Im like "yeah whats up you need help with anything?" and she goes on a little rant about how I can't walk past her all fast don't be doing all that. I don't say a word except, "i was walking fast?" and she says "yes you were."

I just said "oh, okay" and walked off.

I could hear her bitching to her friend about how "yeah okay my ass did he just ya okay me no he didnt." I didn't think anything of it.

Later on, im on break, outside smoking the vape pen, and she comes out - guess she was looking for me. She needs my help. I just laugh to myself.

"yeah I could help you after im done with break,"

She's like "what you can't help me now?" to which I respond "I might have if you weren't yelling at me earlier, but its cool I got you after break."

Then she starts flat out hitting on me. "oh what type of vape pen you have? What type of flavor is that? I got one too in my car let me go get it to show you." she goes to the car, grabs it and brings it back to show me. I say, "oh yeah. I see."

No validation given, and she chased for it hard until break was over, I helped her out, and that was that.

Ill let you guys try to analyze what happened there.

  • #If you let them go, they may boomerang back around

In my old job I was smashing a co-worker and to make a long story short, we went our separate ways after she tried to put the pussy on hostage. I went out, found another girl, everything was fine. About 2 months later I get some cryptic text message from a random number.

"Hi, do you remember me?"

It was an unknown number so I responded, "who is this?" not to be an asshole i just didn't have the number saved.

She texted back "im your lover."

I said "which one?"

She then sent me a pic we took together but with her face cropped out, so I was like "oh its you, what's up?"

So we texted again, she's hitting me up from her real phone number now, and one day she happens to be up in my neighborhood. She wants to come over. I invite her in, share a little wine, and the rest is history. It was only one time though, she had a boyfriend when she stopped by that last time. Just wanted to wrap up our story in a pretty little bow called closure I guess.

So what happened here is, when the plate broke i did not give a single shit. I stopped calling, texting, and immediately found a new girl to hang out with. I guess the collective feminine unconscious relayed this message back to her and she had to come check up on me.

Me and one of my buddies from TRP have a couple running jokes together. Two of them being that "sometimes you gotta let a women sit in her pussy juices and let them stew." the other joke is that "once a woman sleeps with you, she has to reach back out to you, out of self respect for herself."

  • #The Tactical Friendzone

I went up to approach a hipster looking girl cus she had a phat ass and a pretty face. We get to talking and she turns out to be pretty weird. Quirky, I could get a long with her, but her moans would probably sound like a wildebeest and I wasn't down for all that. she likes art and music though, so I tell her "hey how about we have an art session together, but just as friends though I already got a girlfriend." and she was like "OH WELL I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TOO" Awkward pause... "yeah so whats your number? And your name? We will hang out some time!" she texts me an hour later.

Other guys and girls at work saw that happen, got my respect up it seems from the way they talk to me. But, with this hipster girl, she's good looking enough to tag pics with on IG and let other bitches wonder "are they smashing?" plus besides her weird quirks I think we could be friends. We got the same interests. And she probably knows a couple other cute girls into the same shit we like so its an easy in.

  • #Being In The Moment, Authentically

I owe this realization to Mike from the TRP discord - he helped me understand that its powerful to be who you are, and the best version of who you are, rather than a cheap imitation of someone you're not. There are some guys out here who are crazy good at playing pretend, making up a different character for each different girl they're seducing - and to them, i salute you - im not built like that. I have a way better time behaving as myself than trying to pretend I'm James Bond or John wick or some shit.

So anyways I'm standing outside work on smoke break again and I literally see a women with snow white skin, blood red hair down to her ass, thick rose pedal red lipstick, and a dark black noir Gothic dress that complimented her curves perfectly.

My authentic self is pointing out what I imagine things or people to be. To this girl, I said "you look like you belong in a castle."

She was taken a-back, cracked a smile, laughed, and we got to talking. No game or scheme on my end, I was just in the moment having a good time with her.

I did this with another girl inside the store - thick booty thick legs inside workout pants - i could see a tramp stamp on the front of her belly cus her shirt was a crop top. I went up to her and said "you look like you make good art."

She's like "yes."

I said "no way, what type of art do you make?"

She says "oh wait what? I'm sorry no."

Damn girl only speaks spanish. Luckily im tri-lingual.

So I start gaming her in Spanish, it's not really going anywhere, so I used negative validation.

"Ahh, entonces no sos una artista?" (Oh. So you're not an artist?"*

"No, no soy." (No im not.)

"Ah, entonces no podemos siguir hablando." (Oh. Then we can't keep talking anymore.)

Thats when I start to walk away and she kinda chases after me - "wait but art is cool though! do you make art?"

Showed her my art, transitioned to lifting and gym talk, felt her arms up and she felt mine, then got her Instagram.

But I was being authentic.

I wasn't plotting or scheming out a conversation in my head - if she says this i say that - i just let myself go on auto pilot and thats what happened..

Find the tools that best work in your repitore, master them to the point you can do them without thinking, just as easily as you breathe, then let lose.

I hope you got something out of this post. Time to go out and hit the trenches.