Age: 28 Background: white. IT professional | Lean-muscular build | Solo frame development 165 at 14% BF | Recent transition into live reps after heavy RP theory work.

Venue: Wanted to go to grunge music bar, full, had to pivot to frat and party bar Time: ~10:30 PM, Saturday Fit: Black Henley, leather jacket, black jeans, black boots. Phoenix ring, Saint Michael necklace, (yes this is conscious)

Setup

Had originally intended to go to a dark music bar that fits my vibe more, but a full hour wait derailed those plans. Ended up at an open frat bar. Much younger scene—a ritzy bar with heavy frat/sorority energy. I was with a friend, not solo. Not my ideal venue, but I committed to the mission: get real-world reps and solidify my frame.

Saw two women seated nearby—not particularly attractive, but I thought I caught a glance. I knew I had to make the move.

The Approach

I stood up, walked over, sat in the open chair and opened with:

“Which one of you is more trouble?”

One girl wide-eyed, immediately looked at the other. Cold shoulder. I followed up, a little nervous:

“Is this a Saturday night thing or a me thing?”

No real response. Tried to keep it rolling:

“Are you always this shy?”

One of them replied, cold:

“No, we just don’t want to talk to you.”

I kept frame and said:

“That’s fine. If you want me to go, just ask nicely and I will.”

Her friend chimed in, “Bye. Bye.” With the sarcastic touch. I didn’t flinch or give it power.

The other girl said, “Can you please go away?”

I said, “Hope you have a good night,” and calmly walked back—right to the seat beside them. I sat in the tension. They whispered about me for 5 minutes before they up and left. We left 15 minutes later.

Aftermath

I didn’t break posture. Didn’t flinch. Internally? Yeah fucking sucks. But I knew I had just done a first rep that mattered. The rejection sucked. It was brutal. But it was necessary.

Lessons • Half-in is half-out. If you wear the Rogue look, you better carry the Rogue energy. Commit or don’t bother. • Don’t chase dead sets. Low-quality women rejecting you rudely is no loss. Move on. Don’t validate. • Recovery > Rejection. Your composure after rejection is where frame is forged. • Rejection in front of friends? Let them see you take the hits. They’ll be there when you become untouchable. I’m walking the path. • Nerves aren’t weakness. Pursuing after rejection is. I held frame and tried to establish it. Even if it was malicious compliance, i still got a please when asked to leave.

Integration

This wasn’t about winning. It was about ritualizing pain into growth. A scar that tells me I’m no longer on the sidelines.

I feel the sting as I type this and it sucks. I doubted and still do if my frame, my natural want of privacy and mystery and intrigue, can work. I ride motorcycles and have dangerous hobbies and want a dangerous girl. The venue mismatch sucked but I wanted a rep. I have no excuse.

I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to become dangerous.