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I would like to preface this with the fact that I have made many drastic changes to my life up to this point. I moved to a big city, I lifted weights like there was no tomorrow, and I became interesting by picking up hobbies, including learning to play the piano. Before making these changes, I would read field reports like this and think to myself, these stories are fake af. It took me over a year to transform, but I almost instantly felt like Chad overnight. Now that I am experiencing it, I realize there is more truth to TRP than I had ever imagined.
Begin the Night
It’s Friday night, I went out with some friends to a comedy club, had a good time. I randomly socialized with a few girls in my vicinity, but no results, and I go home alone. I had a long day and decided to turn in early around 11:30. Going home alone is never emotionally fulfilling and I’ve had a few drinks so I’m feeling frisky. I boost my ego by taking shirtless snapchats of myself playing the piano for some plates, who are eating it up, and this makes me feel better. Suddenly, out of nowhere I hear a knock on my door.
Hard work pays off in dividends
It’s nearly 1am, I’ve got a good buzz going, and I was just plinking on the piano so I’m not even sure it was a knock I hear, but I get up anyway and check.
Surprised… It’s the cute girl (HB7) who lives in my building. She just turned 21 and graduated from college. I’ve seen her a couple times in the hallway and had at most a 30 second conversation with her. What could she possibly want?
She explains that she had just gotten back from the bar and as she walked passed my apartment said she heard my piano playing and wanted to say hi. I get a feeling she wanted to do more than say hi.
This is where all those months of reading and applying TRP kicks in, it was seamless, like a Mr. Miyagi thing. I invite her inside and we chat for a while. Nothing in particular, but when you learn (AND PRACTICE), you know how to talk about nothing for hours, and when you throw in playful banter and shit tests, it further seals the deal.
You ever meet a girl that goes from cute to hot because of her confidence and charm? Well this girl fits that manic pixie dream girl trope. One of those funny/cocky girls that guys just seem to fall in love with. She gets a boost from HB7 to HB8. I start to realize that SHE’S the one gaming ME. She invited me to the roof, she’s push/pulling me, she’s passing MY shit tests. I realize I already made the sale, why was I continuing to sell? So, I invite her back to my bedroom to listen to some music, leaving that plausible deniability to stay innocent.
Just like that. A random girl knocked on my door and within the hour we were fucking in my bed. This girl has a tight body too, fully confirming my upgrade of HB7-HB8. This is the fastest I’ve ever gone from meeting a person to fucking them. Apparently, all I need to do nowadays is post office hours on my door.
If you would have told me a year ago, that a cute 21 year old girl would knock on my door in the middle of the night, and I’d be fucking her within an hour of meeting her, I would’ve told you that you’ve been watching too much porn. Now, I don’t know that limits even exist anymore.
We hooked up a number of times since and, as expected, she wanted commitment, or at least exclusivity. I told her I couldn’t do that. She rationalizes that she is ok with just hooking up.
A couple days later, after fucking, she asks if I’m fucking anybody else, I very honestly tell her yes. She says she doesn’t want to do this anymore because she does not want to share me. I am very nonchalant in telling her that I respect that and am fine with not continuing to hook up (after all, I have options).
Two days later I get a “you up?” text, and we fuck. She proceeds to tell me that she still doesn’t want to share me. Again, I am nonchalant in telling her I respect that, but nothing’s changing. She predictably says she doesn’t want to do this anymore.
Third time’s the charm. She hits me up. We fuck. She calls it off. This time feels more serious though. She deletes my number and I tell her if she tries to hit me up again, I will have to politely tell her to fuck off, because it’s not fair to her to treat her like this emotionally.
It took a grand total of three weeks for her to go through her phone history, find a number with my area code, and hit me up. Just one more thing I can confirm in my readings of TRP, is that they will always boomerang back when you have that IDGAF attitude.
This field report is just another reminder. Keep frame and lift. I honestly feel like I didn't do much to 'earn' this plate. She knocked on my door and fucked my brains out. But I realize it was all the hard work I put in for 2 years leading up to this point. If she had knocked on my door a year prior, it would have been a much more disappointing result.
I post it in the hopes that another man somewhere happens to find this and improves his life because of it. And to tell those in this community that I too have been given hope by the knowledge you have shared.