This is a rant about my "dating" life the past month... I make no claim that it is well written or of much value beyond highlighting the importance of really internalizing TRP concepts... and to watch out for times of weakness where you choose to forget your TRP foundations. (Oh and I describe how I beat her fairly strong 'Last minute resistance' which could be useful for younger players).
TL:DR; She(F28) was pursuing me(32M) hard while I brushed her off, I then fell in love by accident despite my TRP knowledge, she lost attraction... so I banged a chick on Tinder which I think genuinely fixed the heartbreak.
So there's this chick, half filipino, half german genes, mental in the sack, deep throats like an expert, fun sized, loves sex, thinks my son is adorable, loves watching netflix and chilling whenever we meet.
Rewinding back I met her on Tinder with the intention to make it a 1-2 time thing of hot sex, which it was. Afterwards she kept sending me sexy pics which I'd reply a day or 2 later... if that, sometimes not bothering to reply to her until the weekend... where I might come round to her place just to fuck her, eat ice cream and watch more netflix.
At the time I had 3 different girls on the go, so even though she was mental in the sack I had no emotional attachment to her, I knew she was very dirty which I loved from a sex point of view... and I was deeply focussed on my current project at work.
I ignored her messages for a week, planning to even ghost her, but end up back at her place on a Sunday where she tells me she was really upset when she realised I’d ghosted her before she sucked me dry a second time. I’d say she sucks dick better than 99.9% of all women. Like I swear I went to heaven and met the Gods themselves due to her abilities…. anyways..
We started having lunches together as her office is 5 mins walk away, and her persistence chasing me plus sexiness slowly became something I became hooked on, I no longer felt the drive for the other girls, couldn’t be bothered checking Tinder… I tried to watch porn to see if I could still enjoy other women and despite feeling horny found I got more hard looking at photos of her with no makeup wearing baggy gym wear.
And thats where the mistakes happened, I fell in love. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time, a feeling so good that I’d describe it as notably addictive with feelings of euphoria whenever I saw her, not totally unlike taking ecstasy/MDMA. I’d look forward to seeing her at this point… as the highlight of my day. I was aware of what was going on… but no way was I interested in putting the brakes on.Knowing I was going against TRP basic principles… I sent her flowers to her work, and organised for the first time to go on a proper fine dining date, which went well, we fucked like rabbits all night and the next day… but I noticed she stopped chasing me after that date.
Anyway 4 days later she’s off on a work trip managing a huge advertising campaign in Europe, I told her to message or call before her flight… she messaged briefly that she was too hectic and wished me a great week. Before disappearing off all media for a further 4 days up until this moment. She’d said she’d message, but never made the effort. So 8 days no chat… where she’d been messaging like 3-4 times a day before. I mean europe has internet access, whatsapp works from anywhere over there.
Pre TRP me might have reached out to her, but I know not to be so desperate and there’s no point anyway. If she wants to connect with me, she would have already.
Now that she didn’t have to chase me… she had lost the tingles completely. I became invested. Did she just want me as a fling this whole time? She was messaging that she ‘missed me’ and ‘really liked me’ and things only weeks prior.
I’d gone from feeling essentially high on love to depressed immediately.
Feeling awful that showing my cards seemed to have turned her off, additionally awful as I know all about the TRP sidebar and knowing that this effect could be expected.
I decided I may as well return to my lifestyle of multiple girls… (I was away in Melbourne for a wedding anyway), so I get on Tinder after a family/friends post wedding dinner… and line up a drink with a beautiful Iranian origin (But westernised) HB8 F24 who we discovered miraculously lived across the road from my airBNB.
After 2 whisky on the rocks, we’re hooking up on the chairs in Southbank, her beauty and sexiness working absolute wonders for curing heartbreak, I use all my usual escalation techniques, one hand in her hair, controlling her head so I can move in to bite her neck then turn her lips back to mine. Letting her moan in surprise by the dominance shown over her. At this point I can tell she’s very wet, so without explaining what I’m doing I stand taking her hand and walk her to my apartment.We get to the door, and she tells me she’s off to her place across the road… I convince her to come up to my place on level 20 for the view and an espresso martini, I have to convince her that I have no intention of fucking her. I have every intention to do so of course.
She resists quite strongly, so I grab her hand and walk her into the lobby, then kiss her, and I say ‘I don’t wanna fuck you, lets just have a nightcap it’ll be fun’.
So she finally gives in and agrees, ‘1 drink, 15 minutes’. I say ‘of course’!
She comes up, I dim the lights, play Spotify music, she goes up to the window panes to look at the view, I come from behind and wrap her in my arms in standing spoon position, before grabbing her hair with my right hand and with slight confident force pull her head back and to the left into my lips, to hear her moan again.
I thought I had gotten past the final last minute resistance at this point where I could have my way with her. I was wrong. I push her down on to the couch, she’s gasps thrilled by the rapid action thats she’s gone from standing to being placed on her back, where I then take each leg and bend them so her knees are up in her arms pits, and her pussy is thrust slightly up in the air before I grind on her, once again pulling her with my right hand and then placing my left hand lightly around her throat in a chokehold position.
She seems to be loving it, and tells me just that, but each time as I’m going down to eat her pussy, she seriously fights me off. This goes on for probably 30-40 minutes, we’re half naked, she’d ok with grinding on each other, but not actually fucking or going down on each other.
So I give up for the moment, and ask her what her favourite position is, next thing I know she’s telling me her dirty secrets, and that doggy style is her favourite, to which I replied, ‘prone bone’ is easily mine.
She’s not sure what that is, so I flip her over and show her, with our clothes on… she moans as I grind on her once more, this time I quite aggressively pull her hair a little harder than before, and she gasps once more in pleasure, as I grind on her, keeping her head pulled right back so I can pull her in for a kiss, I can feel her arch her back further and further into my dick.
I then pull my pants down without telling her, lifted up her dress, slipping her g-string to the side, while allowing my body weight to pin her down and finally entered her as she let out a almost scream of pleasure. It was too much for me though, I came maybe 5 pumps in deep inside her, having forgotten to grab a condom. I stayed hard to come inside her 2 more times in a row over the next 50 minutes. Before we fell asleep only to wake every 2-3 hours to fuck some more.
Anyway, it was a fun night, I got over my heartbreak at least a little bit :)
I message her in the morning, that I’ll be her tour guide if she ever comes to Sydney… low and behold she tells me she’s coming up for work the weekend, so we’re seeing each other the following Saturday… ironically the night that my heartbreak gets back from Europe. The best thing about dates with girls from out of town is they're staying in convenient hotels and keen to NSA fuck.
The old me would jump at the chance to get the heartbreak back… but experience tells me that even if she wanted to meet up when she’s back from Europe I’ll be brushing her off like I was at the beginning… and I’ll be focussing on my projects at work again… returning to the attitude that I come first, and that Im not dependent on outcomes with women… I look at her actions that she's not that in to me and/or she's not that reliable both of which mean she's only ever a potential bootie call moving forward.
When I'm not in love with a woman I'm much more centered and grounded in reality. The reverse psychology of dating women is god damn confusing, and this whole thing just once more reminded me why Chads get all the sexy ladies and nice guys just get heartbreak and waste energy allowing their mind sto trick them with dopamine hits we call 'falling in love'.