Summary: You already know what to say to her but you’re too scared to say it. Trust your gut and say the first thing that comes to you. You’ll feel fulfilled whether you fuck her or not and you can stop hamstering about whether she wants you or not.

We’ve all had this experience. You’re talking to a bitch and you really want to say some nasty, crude, downright vile shit to her. You want to tell her about how she’s gonna choke on your unborn children, how you’re gonna ass-fuck her so hard she’s gonna be wincing in pain whenever she sits down, how you can’t wait to see her in handcuffs begging for mercy...but you don’t out of fear. Fear of offending her, fear of offending the masses, fear of something.

This fear is the result of social conditioning. Since day one you’ve been born into a liberal-feminist society that has taught you to suppress and run from your primal instinct. This suppression ruined your primal game and turned you into a meek beta-cuck wage slave begging and waiting for pittance and post-wall yeast-infected pussy.

I could go on about how society as a whole is a direct result of our masculine instinct being suppressed, but you’re not here for that; you’re here to find out how you can use your masculine instinct to shove your meat dragon into an Asian girl’s dumpling over and over again until she drips soy sauce.

The next time you’re chatting with a bitch you need to turn your brain off. Stop thinking so damn much and speak from, and with, your gut. Chances are, your brain is still poisoned by the propaganda we’ve been force-fed since we came out of our mother’s vagina. Your brain holds you back when it comes to primal matters, especially sex. Your brain is trying to balance your urges as a man and what our degenerate, decaying society wants of you, so turn that shit off and trust your gut.

Here’s the catch; you have to absolutely mean what you say and have the frame to back it up. This is TRP101, but this bears repeating. You can’t be some high-pitched nerd saying to an HB9

“y-y-y-yeah g-url… I’m gonna f-f-f-uck you with my lego death star you...uhhh...dirty slut!”

This doesn’t mean you go around breaking the core tenets of TRP. Don’t go around telling your co-worker that she's eating your raw meat tonight. Don't tell your boss that you want to use her paperweight as a butt-plug and fuck her on her desk. Don’t shit where you eat and please, for the love of God, don’t say this type of shit to the fat blue-haired feminist liberal dykes that frequent The Blue Pill subreddit. I want you to catch STDs, not court cases.

I’m going to give you an example to drive my point home. One where I fail so I can keep the post short and you can learn something from my mistake. Yes, my shit stinks too.

A while ago I was trying to fuck this small little Filipina that couldn’t have weighed more than 115 pounds. We met through a former roommate of mine but I got her number and stayed in touch. We were out one day and she commented on how I looked “bigger” and “stronger” since we’d last met. I said the first thing that came to me without hesitation...

“Yeah, I could probably pick your tiny ass up and throw you around like a little ragdoll. I could have fun with you.”

The look on her face was psychotic, animalistic, primordial. She smiled an ear to ear smile and her eyes widened. When a woman truly wants you it’s not like the sexy, nail-biting shit you see in movies; it’s downright psychotic. I made the mistake of letting my surprise for her reaction show. She sensed my surprise and I dried her pussy up like the California droughts. Whoops.

Notice how the line wasn't even a good one. I could have said something a lot smoother, but I didn't, I said the first thing that came to me and it worked all the same instead of hamstering and looking for "the right thing to say" or "the best line."

I took note of this and decided to say the first thing that came to me and to hold frame from then on. This attitude and embracement of my primal sexuality turned my dating life around completely. My success rate skyrocketed, but so did my rejections. Either way, I was happy at the end of the day because I was either balls deep in a bitch or I knew for certain that a woman was not interested in me. No guessing games, no hamstering, I either got a new notch in my belt or a solid rejection.

So the next time you're sitting on your ass wondering what to text a bitch or your mind is racing at 9000 miles an hour trying to figure out what to say to the bitch in front of you... stop. Just say what comes to you from your primal masculine energy and stop thinking so damn much, but make sure you say it with some balls.

Takeaways

  • Trust your gut more than your brain when gaming sluts.

  • HOLD FRAME WHEN SPEAKING YOUR GUT

  • Bitches love being wanted, so be proud of your sex drive and don't suppress it.

  • Speaking your gut will let you know for sure whether a bitch is interested in you or not. You don't have to guess and hamster anymore.

  • Raw, unapologetic, unrelenting sexuality will be noticed and craved.