TL;DR

Go with the flow, sell them what they want to buy and if they say their queer or gay, they only mean for guys who aren't alpha. Relaxed persistence is key and knowing when to break rapport & just walk away establishes value.

Bit of a read but worth IMO.

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So this FR starts with meeting this Asian, let's call her model-bitch. She's a HB7+ in real life who at the time at least was working as a model with a fairly successful local portfolio. Maybe a 8+ in professional photos.

What happened was I went to this party at this hippies house where an old bald creepy guy had basically turned the entire property into a party palace, and he had a mid-40s post marriage alpha roommate that trains BJJ and scoops up whatever he can. The owner has a 40+ girlfriend with 3 kids that aren't his and that connection makes him less creepy. He shares that 40+ chick and regularly flags as a White Knight & Feminist Ally. So be the BJJ alpha not the owner.

Anyways, model-bitch had just gotten dumped by her boyfriend of 2ish years and was looking for dick and she basically plucked me out of the crowd. At the time I didn't have much game, but I have a good look and hot chicks want me as their boyfriend sometimes so we can look cute on IG together (bleh).

What this looked like was saying hi three times and hugging me boobs-to-chest three times over the span of 2-3 minutes in the kitchen while was busy saying hello to people and making a drink for myself.

I played this off at first and then 5-10min later walked around until I found her on a couch with a short guy who I know does pretty well, short guys wall-approaching blue haired hippy slut of a girlfriend (both poly) and then model chick tangled in.

So because I've read TRP once I flipped into this couch and tangled amidst the human limbs without asking any kind of permission. Model bitch was digging it, short guy and bluehair had no choice but to comply.

At this party everyone either fucks upstairs in the area with 8 beds or downstairs in the sex dungeon.

So within about 69 seconds of being on this couch I get bored, nobody else is speaking, and I decide it's time to go upstairs. I say "hey model-bitch, let's go upstairs."

She doesn't say yes and she doesn't say no.

With a Greenflag on the play I stand up, disrupting the entire couch as I did, and then scooped model bitch into my arms like a little baby and carried her upstairs. This place has 3 stories and at story 2 I gassed out and she hopped on my back instead and laughing the rest of the way to 3rd. (Never skip leg day fellas, but it worked out ok)

So upstairs I'm getting it in and thinking to myself the whole time, huh, I remember oggling you before and thinking I could never fuck you. Life is funny and sometimes it can change in a snap.

I somehow managed to keep it up despite there being a fat incel in the corner on a different bed who, in his personal abyss of despair, decided he had to ironically clap for us during sex. It was disruptive not supportive. We both laughed as quietly as we could so as not to accelerate his scheduled suicide attempt next week.

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After this, a few weeks into hooking up, model-bitch invited me to a local comic-con style convention she's been going to for years. She hooks me up with a ticket and a free hotel room. All this time she is hanging off my body, showing me off in the exact same way she's seen men use women for preselection. She is shopping me around this convention in front of her circles of friends clearly trying to prove something to someone and I roll with it because why the fuck not right?

Here's the Magnum Opus of this particular story though. Model-bitch is an extremely loudly self-identifying LBGTQ poly/hippy/feminist type and the room we are staying in has about 6 of her little queer girlfriends in it.

And not a single other male in sight. Cha-ching.

So day #1 when other people weren't in the room I fuck her until period blood stains the white bedsheets that we weren't using. The next day, Friday for some magical reason model-bitch decides to leave to go watch a concert in another part of town for the evening. She did not invite me to the concert so I thought maybe she was going with some other guy (didn't care tho.)

So Friday night at this con is a rave and left to my own devices, I start doing tequila shots and playing Uno while watching K-pop with all of the queer girls who swear they are 100% queer and think guys are yucky.

I walk into the rave with 3 of them laughing, drunk and hanging off of me because I'm the only vertical object in reach that can use to pretend they aren't already falling down drunk. I'm drunk myself and grinning ear to ear, cracking asshole-tier jokes and getting loud, pulling eyes from everyone else in line.

Now one of these queer chicks from the room had been making subtle eyes at me for the last two days. She was a HB8 black chick in fishnets and fake extensions and IMO hotter than the model was. She was subtle though, she wouldn't give direct IOI, she disengaged alot, and remember she's queer and doesn't fuck guys.

But I read body language well and throw my dick at almost anything with a good hip to waist ratio so the game was on.

Once we're walking into the actual rave, fishnets grabs my hand, tells her friends she'll be back and then we walk into the mosh where we grind and dance. At this point it's all hands on booty and she is grinning and having a good time but constantly shutting me down and pushing my hands away from the real assets. I'd settle on the hips for a few, then back to the assets, rinse repeat until we stopped dancing and walked back to the merch area.

Smacked her ass good on the way, and she shoved my hand away again but still isn't stopping me.

Now at this point she throws the curveball. She "knows somebody" at the merch table but "he must be on break rn" so she wants to wait for him. This was like 15 minutes and felt like 30 sitting there holding my dick. But I stuck around, why not, I don't really know anybody else here and she's feeling it I think.

She does end up talking to somebody at the merch table for a bit meanwhile I'm 10 ft. away or so dancing a bit and trying not to die of boredom / trying to figure out when I should walk away and cut my losses.

Fishnets ends up coming back over finally, and I'm ready for a smoke let's go outside.

She comes along and during the cigarette I lay it the fuck out. Everyone is here at the rave, model-bitch isn't here, let's go. We'd had time to sample the rave it was Fuck Or Walk O'clock.

I get hard no's the whole time. Nope. No. Not happening. She's queer, remember? Eventually I shrug it off and I'm like ok cool, I don't need it like that anyways. She tries to shame me over it like I'm an asshole for saying I don't need pussy. Not because I'm trying to fuck her while already fucking her friend but because I'm so full of myself I say I don't need it.

After the cigarette we split for the night, she says she's going back to find her friend at the merch table. I head back to the room to sleep it off. She's back in the room not 30 minutes later so I figure the friend story was bullshit all along.

The next day we are walking around the con again, with model-bitch now, and when she's not within earshot I keep talking to fishnets. She says she isn't going to do anything because I'm with her friend.

Notice how the conversation has changed. It's no longer, I'm gay and don't like boys. It's you are with my friend and I don't want to fuck up my friendship.

Easy. I just tell her we are Poly and leave it at that. We hadn't even talked about being poly because she was only plate material but it wasn't exactly a lie, we weren't monogamous.

So fishnets doesn't put out during the Con at all and we go out separate ways, me thinking it was just another pussy I couldn't lay.

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Two days later I get a text. She's still in town. She's at a hotel with a friend if I wanted to do some shots.

Ding ding ding. Mrs. Queereye was never queer and they never are for a masculine guy. I drive downtown to the hotel she's staying in and she has a male "friend" there. I ask her "friend" for a Bro-move and to fuck off for an hour, he does. Guy seems pretty beta but who knows, they were sharing a room after all.

This is after an hour or so of play tickling, flirting & shots. I push through some weird ass conversation about how fishnets is a sugar baby and she once had a knife held to her throat during sex and blah blah blah. Hood shit or bitch shit I'm not sure which.

We fuck a few times, I sleep over. Fuck her again under the covers in the morning while her beta friend was in the next bed.

After this little miss hardass turns into an absolute pile of goo. Just straight up kawaii adorable princess mode for the remainder of the day, the kind of attitude every man wants out of a girl.

She asks me to ride with her to the airport because she has "social anxiety". I could have easily said no to this but I went anyways. The eyeballs I got from people in line for security was worth the trip.

After all of this I've tried to follow her up on Facebook a couple times, but she lives in Jersey and hasnt been back to the city since then. Oh well. Probably dried her up after the 2nd or 3rd FB followup but there was no harm in trying.

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Aftermath: Model-bitch and I kept hooking up for a few weeks, she even win a sweepstakes at Gaypride day and had put my name on it.

This turned into a waste of money (was one of those pay $500 for a $5000 vacation & our sales pitch things). We both put $250 down already planning out future vacays together. This money turned into ash because of the next paragraph.

But model-bitch was a Red Alert Level slut, as I knew from the jump. She wound up going to a party one weekend and catching some other dick, bragging about it on FB, I saw the post, and she came over the following Tuesday used up with bruises and hickeys.

Still a novice at the game, I was giving her too much time and attention, too many snuggles and sleepovers, etc. I could not rouse myself to fuck her in that state and wound up kicking her out of my apt at 3am because I was stuck in my head and couldn't sleep.

She went batshit over that and texted me for several days asking what she did wrong, I forget what I said here but as soon as I replied / tried to reengage she ghosted. Probably just checking if I was still an option and once she knew I was she was validated and gone.

Case closed.