The Modern Woman’s Sexual Strategy

Original post by /u/RedPope:

I’m calling this The Modern Woman’s Sexual Strategy. It is their formula. A woman’s default script for her 30s and 40s.

/u/Kill_Your_Ego posted a controversial FR. He is fucking a woman, knowing she keeps a BB in reserve. He made a joke, saying he should knock her up, since her BB genuinely seems like he’d make a great dad.

One TRP member was disgusted. His comment and OP’s response:

I would not let a beta raise my son

LOL. As if you even have a choice.

His answer is the absolute truth and the correct response. It may make you angry. It may make you sad. Put emotion aside for a moment and we’ll examine the topic in depth. I’m assuming you’ve skimmed the sidebar. You’ve been beaten over the head with AF/BB, but go reread Briffault’s Law if you can’t remember it. In this article, we’re going to put 1 and 1 together and make 2.

AF/BB + Briffault’s Law

Right now this woman wants the AF. Once she’s pregnant, she will want the BB. She does not want OP raising her kid. According to his story, the one and only benefit he provides is sex. Why the fuck would she keep OP once pregnant? His job is done. His desires are irrelevant. AF is sexy and cool, but unreliable and distant. BB has a 6 figure salary and stability. No contest.

And so she will do the responsible thing and “outgrow” her AF badboy. She will “settle down” and be a get married to BB. She will even convince herself BB was the one she wanted all along. Her true love.

(In the event she marries the AF, or BB is the actual biological father, results do not really differ. She will work tirelessly to domesticate him into a BB role.)

The wedding is expensive and wonderful. The highlight of her life. She will become a true and faithful housewife! Long enough to get the kid out of diapers, anyway. Long enough to get a new car. “We need an SUV to fit the stroller!”

Her next choice then depends on if she wants a second kid. If so, she revisits AF (or finds a new version). During this time, BB husband will enjoy an increase in sex. He’ll be convinced the marriage is finally back on track. BB is happy. Of course, she just needs him to be convinced the second spawn might be his. Maybe it is. Doesn’t matter.

If she doesn’t want a second child, she visits a divorce attorney. Gets an estimate on what she should receive in child support. The attorney also informs her how long she has to remain married to get alimony. Year or so? She’ll rough that out while branch swinging. More than 2 years? Well shit. Might as well have that second kid after all. She’ll get so much more child support.

Quits her job, if she hadn’t already. Three years later, second kid is out of diapers now. They’ve been married 7+ years. First kid is in school. She convinces BB to trade in for a newer SUV. No matter how much he earns, she’s slowly maxing out his credit cards. Meanwhile, the steady decline in duty sex has finally reached dead bedroom status. She is unhappy. BB doesn’t understand why. He is giving her every material thing she requests.

She heads back to the divorce attorney. If she’s lucky, BB sought out some brief solace with a slut or prostitute. He takes all the blame, and in his guilt, gives her everything, uncontested. Otherwise she gets the minimum package: 2-5 years of alimony (aka spouse support) plus 15-16 years child support. Primary custody, the SUV, all her jewelry, half the equity in the house, and half the savings. A few crocodile tears and BB will probably sweeten the deal (extra furniture and cash), just to get it over with.

I don’t even consider this “theory” anymore. Go buy a pitcher of beer for any of your 30-something divorced friends. Get them talking about their marriage. This same script gets repeated again and again and again.

The newly divorced woman is now in her mid/late 30s. She probably isn’t rich, but she’ll be comfortable for a decade or more. Alimony goes quick, but since child support doesn’t count as income, she qualifies for every government welfare program. She’s driving a $70,000 SUV while on food stamps.

She may hit the bars now and then, hook up with an aging silverback for the trill. But mostly, she’s hunting for secondary BB. Online dating is a godsend. Eventually she meets some nice guy with a mid-level caeer. Tells him how her ex was abusive. “Will you sit with me when he picks the kids up for his weekend visitation? He intimidates me.” How angry and sad the ex looks. Maybe her story is plausible. New BB feels like a protector.

She milks him for a vacation or two. Some extra cash so her kids can sign up for little league and summer camp. Lots and lots and lots of dinners out. But he’s boring, and not near wealthy enough, so she goes back to dating. Rinse and repeat. Meanwhile she eases her way back into the workplace. Child support will be ending soon.

Post menopause. She does a half-assed job at work, but it doesn’t matter. Soon she’ll be a double (or triple) minority. Untouchable. No AF in years now. Even BB are only good for the rare meal or weekend trip. She is sad and frequently broke, but she has her cat and church groups. Kids don’t visit often enough. Ingrates. After all the sacrifices she made? Their real dad ran off before they were born. Her ex-husband abandoned her. The government? No help at all. She did it all herself. But what was the point? No one appreciates her. Thank God for Xanax.

Shoe Store Girl

Original post by /u/Kill_Your_Ego:

Here’s my current longest spinning plate. She has a beta bux fiance waiting for her while I fuck her whenever I want. Thought this might be a good time for this FR.

Also I don’t care that you might be her beta fiance.

Met 8 months ago. She worked for a company that my company provided services for. She sold shoes. I would see her every week. At work I am the boss. Boss = instant status bump. Every woman wants to fuck that guy who gives her value through fucking his status into her. Women have fantasies about fucking the boss so go be the boss of women. Order them around. They love being ordered around and having to do what you say.

Hell a few days ago I just told a girl “I want your pen. Give it to me.” This is a makeup sales girl. She did, coyly, and I’ve been carrying it around. When you can boss a bitch around it doesn’t take much for her to imagine being bossed into being on her knees with her mouth open. Display your alpha traits by telling a woman what to do and passing her shit tests.

The hamster has power over a woman. Always gotta be spinning that hamster up. Girls run on their drama hamsters. I spun her hamster a bit by telling her to give me her pen and watching her do it. I may try to plate that girl up if I start to run dry. Well she’s hot so I may try to plate her up and soft next a different plate. She clearly wants to be plated up. Probably has a boyfriend though. Just how it is.

Back to the shoe store girl.

I had a few nights working late at her company. She watched me boss people around and her gina tingled up. I started bossing her around and she skimpered around to do my bidding. I didn’t think much of it. She is well over a decade younger then me (I’m breaking the n/2+7 rule BAD), long red hair, dorky girl, and four stupid tattoos who likes playing the Sims (girls like that game). I was pretty much just depressed as shit as it sucks getting your ass raped in a divorce. Still at work I’m as alpha as I can be hence why I am in charge.

After our third night working together over a few weeks I went home and cracked open a beer. At 10:30pm I get a text from an unknown number. “Hey what are you up to?” After a few who is this and what do you want I get her to agree to a movie date. I finger fucked her during the movie and that’s all I remember. Sliding my hands up her skirt and feeling her writhe. I don’t even remember what movie it was. And she blew me in the parking lot. A month later on her third night at my house in my bed I had a real red pill wake up call.

We are sleeping in my bed. She got wind of my bondage shit and wanted to know what it was like. I had spent the day texting her about how I was going to tie her up and fuck her raw. Fuck her mouth until she puked. How she was going to beg for me to finally cum inside of her. And then that happened. And we went to sleep on my bed. Some of my shit is still tied to my bedposts. Around 3am she frantically starts trying to climb over me. Wakes me up in this mad rush of limbs. She stumbles over me and falls out of my bed, no glasses on, and I vaguely watch her fumble for her phone (that isn’t ringing, it’s just vibrating, yet somehow this woke her up) as she freaks out to answer her phone. At 3am.

And I lay there. In my bed. I watch her body go from frantic to just shrugging shoulders. I saw her entire body language collapse as I listened, in silence, pretending to sleep, to her conversation. Watching her fake being tired. I couldn’t really hear her as she was whispering and pretending to be asleep in her room in her condo while she sat in this chair that I’m sitting on while I laid on my bed and pretended to sleep. But I could hear her beta bux fiance. He was loud. This was when I first discovered she had a fiance.

How are you baby? I love you baby! Kisses baby! I can’t wait to see you baby! Sweet dreams baby!

She came back to my bed. I squeezed her tits and then got up and went out of my room for the rest of the night. I had to think about this. I slept on my couch in a robe.

I soft nexted her for a month. I soft next her constantly especially when the shit tests rise. Yet this plate spins on. She has tried to turn me into a beta by whispering into my ear, I love you, after I fucked her for an hour. LOL yeah whore you love me like a woman can. I would be such a good girlfriend to you. No you are a good plate. You clean my house, cook me food, and come over when I want you to come over. Then you leave. Do you ever think about what it would be like if we were married? I had a dream you were my boyfriend. Do you think we’d have cute kids? Etc..

A few days ago she had another “dream” about me. I didn’t even text her back.

I barely hear about the BB fiance. He knows about me. When she talks about him to me I just see it as another shit test. Here are some shit tests she’s given me.

“Jason thinks I should stop eating candy and start working out. He shouldn’t say those things to me. He’s super fat.”

Tighten my abs. Smirk. ‘Yeah he’s right though you should stop eating candy. I don’t want you getting fat on me.’ Grab her, toss her on the bed, and go. No way this fat guy could toss her around like I can. Girls love that shit.

“I’ve been fighting with my boyfriend about money.”

‘Oh he still can’t afford you, eh?’ (clearly he is the beta bux)

Crying. “Jason said he’d buy me this watch I really wanted. I even showed it to him on pinterest!” (She was literally crying about it.)

‘Well we can get drunk and forget about it.’ While I open the bottle of liquor she bought to bring to my house. I will almost never buy her anything. Not even food. I get her to go to the grocery store, buy food, and bring it over to cook.

Shit tests come from every woman. Maintain your frame. At all times. Shit tests will never end. I don’t get many shit tests from her. And if she throws a hard one at me I soft next her immediately.

I’ve discovered shit about her future beta bux. They plan on getting married in two years. He has a bright future as a fat beta. They plan on having children and I’m aware on some level that I could cuckold this guy and have him raise my kid. Though I guess I’ve already soft cuckolded him. He’d be a good dad to my kid. I may do this. Also she is waiting until marriage for sex with this beta. Though he gets blowjobs. He just doesn’t get to fuck her anywhere else. I do whatever I want to her. Just to make sure I can.

And she would love to branch swing to me. But the only benefit I see from letting her shackle me with “boyfriend” status is a little bit of safety to fuck her vagina without a condom. Sex without a condom is the biggest draw for me to get into an LTR now.

I routinely ignore her. I’ll get five texts for every text she gets back. She’s an HB6 face with an HB8 body. I think she has potential to get to an HB9 body. She’s on her way. Sad that so many American women are fat. I’ve been getting her to start working out and this makes her beta happy as well. Which makes her happier with me.

Also I’ve been getting her to learn to suck cock better. She doesn’t have a lot of experience. Just like giving her fiance a BJ every other week when his whining gets bad enough. Anyway she can learn with me. Her beta fiance can thank me later when she gets good at it. I had to teach her to stop using those fucking teeth, only with much restraint, and to take her time. Put her hand on my balls while she works. You betas out there? I’m teaching your fiance how to suck a cock well. You’re welcome. Oiy and the sick porn this girl watches. I won’t even watch the porn she likes anymore. It’s disgusting.

But I’m sure her beta fiance believes she doesn’t watch porn. No she’s a good church going woman.

Oiy I could write a ton about this plate. I show her pictures of other plates and this makes her better in bed and more compliant. Oh! When she finally saw a picture of my ex-wife (gorgeous woman) she was so sad. Told me, “wow she’s so beautiful.” In my head I just sighed and thought, “tell me about it.” But I maintained frame and that was the second most wild night of sex I’ve gotten from her.

One day this plate will spin away. I just don’t care. There are other women out there I can spin up. I have other plates. I am working on spinning more. So you betas, your fiance is coming over to my house, blowing you off, sucking my cock, cleaning my room, making me lunch, and then going home and texting you with “I love you baby.” And I will never give her any of the precious commitment you have shackled yourself into. Be aware of what a HUGE step it is for you to grant any woman your masculine commitment and go monogamous with her. To even be her “boyfriend.” This is a huge investment from you as a man and you need to be very red pill aware.

Accept this reality. This is reality. Deal with it. The patriarchy existed to control men, ultimately. Without a patriarchy to give me the actual chance to have a feminine wife, a good woman, modest, who cooks and cleans, and is a good mother, then why should I not go spin plates forever? You betas are shackling yourself down into a social contract that was burnt away fifty years ago! There is no more social contract between me and you to not fuck your fiance.

I’ll write up a field report on fucking a married woman one of these days as well.

Now go read the sidebar. Go lift. Eat clean. Go jogging. Work on your career. Practice your game Read some paper novels. Spin some plates. Stop posting. I don’t want to hear from you until you have at least one plate spinning. You have better things to do then post here.

Comment #1:

I can’t believe there are so many blue pillers infesting TRP. Even EC’s are writing that I should bow to their morality. Though I’m happy to see their posts are getting erased by the mods. Hell should I not be on alt 10 here I’d be an EC with 10,000 karma from this sub. This sub is going to the shitter.

Shoe Store Girl

I had no intention of texting this plate. Hell I have a much better looking plate (dog trainer girl) who also has a boyfriend (whatever the fuck that even means anymore). I’d rather text her but I’m not gonna text her tonight. This whore got some attention so I could try to demonstrate to all you beta faggots that there are guys everywhere you don’t even know about who are gonna be fucking your girl.

Take whatever you want from this information. Or come bro knight against me.

These taken women? They all want to branch swing up to me. Should I have given them the privilege of turning me into their “boyfriend” (I read this as BB) then I never would have even known that most of them even had a boyfriend.

Take your shaming and shove it up your ass. I don’t care. What do you think is gonna happen? Is some guy gonna come shoot me with a shotgun? LOL.

Yeah and I learned quite a bit of game by reading the messages from the men who were fucking my wife. The only solution for you is to not commit to these whores. Go MGTOW, spin plates, and wait for society to get even more fucked up until we can put a patriarchy back into place.

Comment #2:

Why would she feel guilty? Her BB is still there waiting for her and “him” to have kids. She knows I won’t tell him and destroy her reputation. And she gets to come “visit” with her “friend” and get fucked in my bathroom.

Yeah one thing I do with my plates is take their phone away from them and read their texts. Intentionally. I can’t believe every actual man doesn’t do this. Sure I have to pass some shit tests to do this but I pass them or next her.

This plate seems to have around 8 beta orbiters a month texting her. Three of them are the same guys and they are truly pathetic. Me and one other alpha a month fucking her. Maybe only one other AF every other month. And her BB talking baby talk to her.

Life as a woman. You get 8 orbiters, 2 AF, and 1 BB a month. Cash out.

Oh she has been sad when her other AF have nexted her. I use it as an excuse to fuck her the way I want. To spin her hamster up. I don’t care who fucks her because she is just another whore plate. I care if the chicken enchiladas she makes me are good enough, how nice she is to me while we go driving through the mountains, and whether or not she’ll suck me off in my car while we go look at the autumn leaves.

I’m well aware of how this is no good for society and how one day her BB is going to figure out that she’s getting her AF and a divorce is imminent. He’ll still take care of whatever kids “he” has. I’ve watched this happen. I’m living it. Thank god my divorce rape took place in my thirties. Now I can enhance my SMV and keep plating these young hotties.

Hell this girl couldn’t even buy alcohol when I first fucked her. She can now though. And I do enjoy the pain in my ex wifes face when I let her see my plates.

There is no reason all of you can’t do this as well. You are just living in an illusionary prison.

Tinder FR – Who needs plates anymore?

Original post by raceAround126:

I was sat at 6:30 last night. I just got through with a busy day of gym sessions, car repairs and enjoying my free weekend.

At the moment, I’m down to one plate who is flaky at best. So I decided to give this tinder business a whirl. I’ve never really paid it much attention before. I followed a YouTube guide when I set it up ages ago and forgot about it. I simply put up a single picture of me. Quite frankly, I was posing! But there you go.

So I started swiping right and messaging while waiting for my dinner to cook! I was direct, I simply said words to the effect of “I don’t care about you, don’t want to get to know you, just want fun, games and sex for one night only!” Copy and paste that and that was it.

I have to admit, it was a joke on my part. I had no real belief that it would “work” or any belief that I would be doing anything other later that night than trying to decide on whether or not to stay in watch a movie, or to go out and hit the town.

A few moments later, I was busy on other things and noticed a whole bunch of tinder replies. Some of them were along the lines of “creep” or “pervert”… whatever. But, a fair few of them were “I’m game, where r u”. In fact, of the messages I sent, I’d say over half were positive replies.

It can’t be that easy! So, I picked three hot looking ones and messaged back. I applied the usual investigative procedures, as in photos not taken too close to avoid fatties, profiles that actually had some information to prove the person was real, etc. I figured all would flake if they even would agree to meet at all. But I kept it up anyhow.

Long story short, one girl got way too wordy so stopped replying. Too many messages about her life story, not interested. Usually I’d text game, but I felt deviating from the original mission would show weakness. Eventually after ignoring various messages, she just said, “So, where you wanna meet?” Stay on mission, boys!

In the end all three agreed to meet. I set up 8pm meets with them in different pubs. The true epitome of window shopping. Now, bear in mind, I’m still of the impression that none of this would work and it was just a game on my part.

So, pub 1. I went past the window and was almost blown away to see my tinder date had arrived early! Sadly she looked a helluva lot older than her photo and a lot larger. Eh, I’m not that desperate enough to go in and try and impress someone who looked like a moping mess. I simply messaged her and said, “Not going to make it”. I think her replies were along the lines of “Fuck you” but there were more words than that which I didn’t read.

Pub 2, no date. I guessed she flaked.

Pub 3, date present and correct. And she looked more or less like her photo. Not bad. She looked up for it so why not. I was about to go in and make my intro when date 2 messaged telling me she would be late but she’d “make it up to me.”

Back to pub 2 it is. I arrived just to see her getting out of her car and she’s stonking. What a dilemma. Two dates, both actually pretty good looking and both pretty much assured that they were coming for no strings fucking.

Fuck me lads, this shit works.

I went with date 2. Simply, she looked like she made more of an effort and not as bike-ish as date 3. Date 2 was also the date that got wordy and I ignored after a while. So I went in and met her.

After the initial nervousness, claims that she’d “never done this sort of thing before” and she “can’t believe she’s really here with a total strnager” which seemed to be actually believable given the nervousness and looked like she was close to bailing, but I chatted her up and had a laugh with her. Did the whole changing location thing, random fun bits around town (my hallmark). Just after midnight, we were at her place getting to know her pussy. Oh and then her pussy!

I think I picked a winner. She was quite conservative looking, didn’t appear to be an outright slut. Put it another way, she came across as the kind of girl that you would happily introduce to your Mother. Sex-wise, again after the initial nervousness she was up for why we were there for sure. As usual, did the ol’ check out my phone photos ooh lets take a selfie security shots. A bit of fun mixed with safety. No buttsex, but she seemed game for escalating. The more adventurous I got, so did she. A pretty good fucky time all round. I guess the assurance it was no strings helped that one out.

So, lessons learned.

  1. I’m absolutely floored that this even worked.
  2. I think I spent the grand total of £3 on a beer for myself and I guess £1 or so on mobile data. A lot cheaper than most club entry costs.
  3. The girls on tinder are basically looking to get fucked. And most will make themselves available at the drop of a hat. My one had previously arranged to go out with friends, but viewed me as a better offer.
  4. If you try this, I would say your game needs to be expert level. The true definition of not giving a shit. You will need to play with her verbally, be absolutely sure not to have a single awkward moment and be sure not to be the clown. Easy going, a mixture of reserved closed book and fun.
  5. I’m as shocked as you are! I wouldn’t describe myself as super hot, but I work out and have everything in the right place.
  6. If you come across genuine and not creepy, she’ll make you breakfast in the morning too!

So all in all… tinder, fuck yeah! Will hit this shit again!

Tinder Pickup Lines

Original post by raystantz:

2 plates crashed over a 3 week period so I finally got tinder last Thursday. Here’s lines used on matches and their response rate-

Song quotes- 5/7

  • People keep repeating
  • Just a small town girl
  • More than a feeling
  • Is my love your drug
  • You can’t always get what you want
  • Shake it off

These worked alright for me, they couldn’t help but say the next line or that they knew the song. But weren’t very engaged.

Compliments 1/3

  • XXXX is my kryptonite
  • If you were furniture you’d be the lamp from a Christmas story
  • You’ve got a ‘celebrity’ look to you

I think girls get the validation they want from compliments like these so they don’t feel the need to respond, so they didn’t.

Negs 4/4

  • It’s all about that Bass, no treble
  • Who dresses you?
  • You look like the girl that always dies first in horror movies!
  • I loved you in the muppet movies!

As always these worked the best, got them engaged right from the start and made them feel their feelings or challenge me.

Have slept with two of them and my cupboard is full again, not surprisingly both from the neg openers. They helped set the tone. Don’t know if this is a pointless post but my buddy said matches were easy but getting responses from quality women was hit or miss.

Others added theirs, too:

johnyann: My go-to is “how many pushups can you do?” I have no idea why but I get a lot of good responses.

a_nus: Somewhat relevant. When a girl compliments my arms, I tell her to show me her own guns. Gives me the chance to make kino by touching her arms and sets her up for some good ol neggin

CryptoManbeard: One of my favorites: “Flex.” <feel her guns> “No seriously, flex.”

tits_out_forTheBoys: I stole my go-to opener from another RedPiller’s blog, but it works fairly well and sends the intended message: you look like trouble 😉

Another thing which has worked really well for me is midway through the conversation, send her a message, “#.” It’s cocky, it’s funny, and it’s aloof. She might respond with something like “Straight forward, aren’t you?” But just reply with another # sign. It hasn’t failed me yet, no joke.

Credit for that technique goes to Chateau Heartiste’s blog post on Tinder game.

Note: “#” as in “phone #”, not “pound” or “hashtag”.

thredditsowaway: The “neg” is so well-known that every girl knows about it. Girls these days are actively watching out for negs. But they still work. Funny, isn’t it?

Bookkeep: I’m currently using Tinder as a girl with a few bikini pics just for shits and giggles.

I don’t waste much time on it but roughly, 100 swipes, 90-95 matches. 70-80 messages to me. 1-2 messages that weren’t “Hi” “Hey” or “Hi Jane Doe how are you?:”

0 Negative/angry messages.

CloakedOrchid: Once again the Average Joe sets the bar extremely low for us. I’ve had great success with just “Hey you’re cute!” paired with some comment about one of their photos/interests.

WardlyHasted: My profile for a while was: “Looking for a smart, kind, strong and confident woman. Someone who can hold a conversation, has a sense of humour, likes to have fun…. just kidding — brunette with a sweet ass, no fatties.

Worked pretty well. Some girls would even message first saying something like “I actually thought you were a nice guy for a minute”, “oh so your actually a dick” and my favourite, “wow do girls actually message you with that profile?”

Vaganusaurus: My favorite thing to do is blow-up acting beta or socially inept to comical levels in a very short period of time before leveling out at whatever pace works for the girl.

My favorite thing is asking her to go to applebee’s with me because my grandma got me a gift card that still has $22 on it and then I go on to mention what 2 for $20 meal we’ll get and what the names of our future children will be. I vary writing style, vocabulary, character backstory and amount of detail depending on the perceived intelligence of the person it’s going to. Has guaranteed a response every time.

I got dumped by a plate. But the ultimate in AFBB‏

Original post by raceAround126:

There’s no easier way to have reassurance of TRP than to just see it unfold in front of you. I’m amazed at just how accurate this place is. And yes, it certainly appears, AWALT! My plate left about 20 minutes ago and all I could think of doing was getting straight on here!

I hooked up with this girl about two months ago. She bored me immensely personality-wise but we fucked on the first date. Holy crap she was incredible. Seriously the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Not difficult though – sex with my SO never happened much and when it did, it was pretty much lie back and think of England. This girl encouraged me with odd locations, positions, risky environments… you get the idea!

She’s 26, a school teacher and a serious nympho. We had a conversation at one point and we both agreed that all we wanted was sex with at most occasionally meeting in a bar beforehand for a quick drink and that’s it. I never asked her about her work, she didn’t ask about mine. I think she got off on the fact that she didn’t know anything about me past my first name, but occasionally photos and random stuff around my flat would often hint at things she wasn’t a part of. She’d sometimes ask, but I’d evade the question and immediately get sexy.

Last night, I get a sex-text. I’m not up to anything, feeling up for it and let her over. After round 1, she tells me that things need to end. I thought this was a shit-test. Secretly I was a little let down because I was fulfilling a lot of freaky sex fantasies with her and she was down for almost anything. But, keeping TRP in mind I maintained frame, carried on reading a magazine I had in front of me and said, “OK, no worries”.

It was funny how well it worked. She immediately felt the need to spill her guts. I had figured something was up the last time she came over. She was more full on than usual and we tried anal for the first time. We’d talked about it before and this time she was just crazy up for it.

As it turns out, she has a long term boyfriend (news to me) and that she was scared of fucking things up with him. I did wonder as sometimes she’d insist on staying the whole night, other times she would have to leave at specific times. It did add up.

When she had come over last time, her boyfriend had proposed to her over the weekend. This was apparently the spark that made her want to further escalate kinky sex with me.

Part of me felt desperately sorry for this poor sap. But we talked further. I asked why she was so eager to try anal and get a little more freaky. Her response? She felt she couldn’t do those things with her new fiancé and wanted to try out everything possible before getting hitched and settling down. Oh yea, this was after Round 2 at this point.

She went on to tell me the most beta bucks story I could ever imagine. He’s a trainee dentist, his parents are rich and have not only are they picking up the tab for his education, but they’re also agreeing to help fund his first practice and help them with their house deposit.

I asked straight up, “Do you even love this guy? Or is it more that he’s a financial future?” She hamstered a little until telling me that she loved him in a “different” way and that the security he offered was greater than anything I could (not that I was). It was as if to imply that although she liked the sex, she had no confidence in my ability to “provide” or be the basis for her long term future. This despite her having no idea what I do for a living. OK this part burned a little, but I quickly realized that this was just hamster excuses to elevate her fiance just for the moment, but I was the sex she wanted.

She also admitted that she didn’t get up to anything freaky with him bedroom-wise as she didn’t “feel like that” about him. It was also very apparent that it appeared the reason why she head to finish with me – her first and only explanation by the way – was that it was getting more difficult to convince Beta Bucks that these nights away were all entirely work related. She was apparently headed to the airport from mine so she could maintain and convince Beta Bucks that she’d just arrived back from somewhere.

So basically, she liked getting freaky with me because she wanted to get it out of her system. Suits me, that was quite the experience.

So, it’s the morning, I wake up to her drying her hair after showering. I said something like “You just got off a flight, can’t look too pristine!” And there came round 3… On the plus side, that 30 minute sex sesh was awesome, like this is the last time kinda sex. Hair properly ruffled and a little sweat on her, the pretence was more or less complete. On the down side, I now need to head to Ikea for a new desk… we broke mine as it wasn’t totally against the wall and the left side ripped off as I was slamming her so hard.

Before she left, I asked, “Where’s your engagement ring?”. Quickly followed by an “Oh shit”… ruffle around in her jacket and a “Thank you for reminding me…” as she drags it out of her pocket with a crumpled £5 note and hurriedly shimmies it up her finger.

The door closed but she looked back at me as she closed it with a smile. At that point, I just felt a little like something tells me this isn’t over, but if it is, whatever!

On the one hand I feel terrible for the Beta Bucks. Mainly as that could have been me just as easily. But even though through reading posts here I was kinda prepared for some eventuality to someday occur. I have to admit, I just wasn’t prepared for the events last night. It was stunning to say the least. For the entire situation to just unfold in front of me like that… it was… admittedly kinda scary. I’ve done things with this girl that I’ve sometimes seen in porn movies. Shit, gonna miss her if she does indeed finish it. But knowing there’s some guy who is basically being taken for an utter shit ride is kinda… terrible.

But there you go… I guess, for the first time in my life, I’ve been the alpha fucks side of this equation. I’m not sure how I feel about it in honesty. I didn’t want anything more than fucking this girl and her behaviour is beyond atrocious. But knowing there’s some guy whose getting pretty much owned in this situation is a little disheartening. Conscience fucking with my head.

tl/dr: Found out my plate was just engaged. I’m and alpha fux.

EDIT: I know a lot of you are all courageous and would “do the right thing” and go tell him. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t as it’s nothing to do with me, I have zero way of contacting him at all. No name, no address, no nothing. In fact, if she disappeared tomorrow, I have no evidence other than some phone pics that I’d ever met her. But, to put your mind at rest, she’s already sought another audience with raceAround126 😀 I guess she really didn’t mean it’s over.

And a very good answer by HumanSockPuppet:

“Illusions” are lies that a woman tells to herself in order to feel good (or at the very lest, feel justified) about what she is doing.

Here are some classic examples of illusions concocted by women:

  • I’m only cheating because I suspect he cheated first, so it’s his fault.
  • I can have sex with as many guys as I want and not feel like a slut, because the sex doesn’t mean anything. It’s just harmless fun.
  • I don’t usually do this, so doing it doesn’t make me a bad person.
  • These guys won’t date me because they can’t handle a real woman.

Most of these excuses are patently false when held up to even mild scrutiny. Women will even say things that were disproven only seconds earlier. Men are creatures of fact and observation. We evaluate statements based on their truth and accuracy, so witnessing this in action can quite confusing. Many guys will often feel compelled to shut down such overt lies by calling attention to them, usually with embarrassing results for the girl.

The thing to remember is that these kinds of statements are not valuable for their accuracy, but rather for how they fit into the woman’s narrative about the kind of person she thinks she is, and about the kind of person she wants OTHER PEOPLE TO THINK she is.

In this post, OP helped his plate maintain her illusions in several ways:

  1. He didn’t express surprise or shock when she revealed she had a boyfriend.
  2. He did not judge her about her sexual promiscuity, and instead showed sympathy and interest in her need for a dirty partner.
  3. He advised her against looking too good if her story was that she’d just got off a plane.
  4. He reminded her to put on her engagement ring.

By doing this, proved that he was one of the few guys who understands women enough to value her need for comforting lies over some blind adherence to honesty as an abstract principle.

Remember, women are just as concerned about social status as men are. But where a man’s value comes from the appearance of having honesty, integrity, and a good work ethic, a woman’s value comes from her apparent chasteness and consideration for other people’s feelings.

Be bad and get ahead, but lie and say that you’re good like everyone else. It’s the recipe for real success, but a dangerous game to play. The more you help people win, the most disposed they will be towards you.

Women want a wedding, not a marriage

Original post here:

I strongly believe that most women lack the fundamental ability to look past the gaud of their fantasy weddings and honeymoons and the influx of praise and attention they receive from their peers at their announcements and ceremonies and this lack of foresight leads to a declining marriage (read: not haaaapy anymore).

Sorry, but blaming this selfish and repulsive behavior on a woman’s inherent nature will not fix the problem at hand. I agree with you, 100%, that the obsession with weddings, rings, dresses, etc, is repulsive. Why women even do that makes no sense to me. When I imagine my future, I don’t even think for 5 seconds about the ring, dress, honeymoon, party, whatever. Who gives a shit? Why don’t women fantasize about the various stages of their long term relationship. This is what I dream/fantasize about when I think of a future with my SO..

  • Moving in together, and working together to create a nice and happy lifestyle
  • Doing the boring, domestic, every day things together so that neither of us are never unhappy, we have everything under control, a working system which promotes harmony
  • Coming home after a long days work, whipping up a delicious yet effortless meal for him, sitting at the table and discussing our plans for our next project, or just our day
  • Spending the weekends going out and having fun, trying new things, or staying at home and relaxing, or spending some time working on our latest projects
  • Moving across the country because he or I find a job in silicon valley, beginning a new chapter in our lives and taking a leap together (at least the weather is nice!) if that were to happen
  • Moving back to the east coast to finally settle down and be more present in our family’s lives…or visiting our families quite often in our twenties if we decide to stay close
  • Getting pets…we have a deal…one dog, and one cat, except he hates cats, so he will give a cat a chance for a few months and if he doesnt like the cat we will give it up to another family.
  • Having a DINK lifestyle for our twenties, affording nice things we want, and fun vacations
  • Getting a house, having kids, being present in those kids lives, juggling career and kids so that life doesnt get too hard, saving and being smart about our money so we are not struggling
  • Growing old together in general

This is what women should fantasize about. This is what a lifetime of being together is. Not that shit about weddings. Why dont women think like this?? WHY

I believe the solution to the problem is bridzilla shaming. Bascially when a woman gets too obsessive over her ideas of a perfect wedding, dress, ring, etc, shame her by making her feel like the materialistic shallow person that she really is. By shaming her to feel bad for fantasizing about the shallow things, and encouraging her to imagine instead a lifelong plan for happiness, not a plan for a exhilarating 12 hours that a wedding actually is. However many hours there is in a life time, a wedding is such a minuscule, insignificant portion of that. Remind her that her lifetime of happiness isnt based on a day of joy. That she will be in misery if she doesnt get her fucking priorities straight and think about and plan for the important things.

Women shouldn’t be rewarded for being shallow and materialistic. Why society rewards that is honestly BEYOND me…

RP Women

Too bad I can’t find a source for this one, since it was written by a woman:

To those asking about how my husband demands respect this is a message I sent to another redditor and perhaps will help:

OK, now to answer your question on how does he not allow me to disrespect him. Overall, I would say that he is calm and firm. Let me give you some examples:

1.) He doesn’t tell me what I want to hear, he tells me what he is thinking. This can be tricky because you don’t want to come right out and tell your wife or girlfriend she is fat, for example. But, at the same time, you shouldn’t be afraid of being honest. An example of this with my husband would be this:

I’m sitting on the couch and I have just devoured a box of cookies. Although I am not fat, I say to him in a whiny girly voice that is filled with regret from having just eaten an entire box of cookies in one sitting, “I’m so fat.” He says “You’re definitely going to be if you keep sitting round eating cookies like that all day.”

Okay, this may not seem like a big deal, but how many women do you know who would be offended by his blunt honesty? And further, how many women do you know who would punish their husband or boyfriend for saying something like that? They might withhold sex, or shut down emotionally, or do something passive-aggressive. I know, because I have done things like that!

Now, what I respect about this scenario is that my husband isn’t afraid to be honest with me. He’s not even afraid of hurting my feelings if we’re having a conversation in which I’ve provoked him to be honest. While I may not necessarily like what he is saying, I like that he was man enough to say it, and he can say it without being malicious.

2.) He doesn’t do what I want to appease me. In my past relationships, my boyfriends always did what I wanted, when I wanted. If I wanted to do something even if I knew they didn’t want to, I knew that they would do it anyway. I knew this because they taught me to treat them that way. It’s healthy to say no and not allow one person in the relationship to get what they want all the time.

Let me give you another example of this with my husband:

It’s the weekend and I like to get out of the house. I stay home all week with our baby and I go a little stir-crazy. He works a high-stress job all week and is worn out. So, we are already at odds here. I will say to him, “let’s go downtown and have coffee and walk around.” Now, if he doesn’t want to do this (or whatever I have suggested) he says no. He doesn’t care if I don’t like the answer, he doesn’t care if it means a lot to me, he says no.

In the beginning of our relationship, this used to fucking piss me off. I would argue things like, “I stay home and want to get out of the house” or “it’s give and take in a relationship and you’re being selfish by not doing this with me”. For a long time, I believed I was right. Then I realized over time that I was the one who was being selfish. I was the one who was putting this extra responsibility on him to make me feel better.

This is tricky because a relationship is give and take. There are times that I fully expect him to do something with me even though I know he’d rather not, and I do the same for him. Sometimes I have to remind him of that. Sometimes he surprises me by suggesting we do something that I know he doesn’t want to but he does it because he knows I want to. What is important to remember though, is that he stands firm and stays true to himself. He doesn’t let me bully or manipulate him. He doesn’t always tell me no, but if he does, he means it and I respect that.

3.) He doesn’t react unless he needs to put me in my place. This may sound harsh, but it’s true. If I am throwing a fit and saying shitty things to him, he will either walk away and ignore me, or he will say just enough to defend himself that makes me shut up.

Now, just recently I made a remark to him when we were fighting about him being lazy. I knew as soon as the words came out of my mouth that I had fucked up. I know he’s not lazy. He knows he’s not lazy. He knows that I know that he’s not lazy. But was he about to let me talk to him like that and get away with it? Fuck. No. He looked me dead in the eye and in a very stern, deep voice he asked in a confrontational tone, “You think I’m lazy?” Again, “DO YOU THINK I’M LAZY?”

He never broke eye contact, he never yelled. But he nipped it in the bud. I have a nervous laughter and so I started giggling and then apologized. He didn’t laugh and didn’t engage anymore in the conversation with me.

This is tricky because not all women will respond the way I did. He has taught me to respect him by being calm, firm, and authoritative when he speaks to me. He also picks his battles. Like I said, he will sometimes just say no and ignore the rest of my banter. However, if I cross the line and am disrespectful, he knows how to firmly and effectively handle the situation.

Of all the ways he has taught me to respect him, I think these three things stick out the most. I hope this has helped!

5 Stages of RP Acceptance

Again, no source. Here it goes:

I suggest that you can apply the Kübler-Ross model (5 stages of grief) to RP acceptance.

Denial – Blue pill central station.

Anger – This guys text for example. His anger and resentment shine through.

Bargaining – Not a strong example but I guess it would be returning to the market but looking for unicorns, ie trying to find someone who is “not like that”

Depression – Can’t find unicorn and giving up. MGTOW, work^2, hitting gym, staying home playing video games.

Acceptance – Not just understanding RP, but accepting RP and applying the necessary changes to yourself, your attitudes and most importantly your interactions.


Can’t find original author. Here it goes:

It’s so easy to fuck with their heads.

Chain escalation based on plausible deniability. That’s what it is but there’s a name for it. I think it was mentioned in an RSD video. You get her saying yes and keep doing things that are ok, and slowly it gets from point A to your bed.

  • “We’re just gonna stop by my house, I need to get my other credit card”
  • “Fuck this we’re already here, and we’re going to the bar in 2 mins, let’s pre drink, I’ve got this bottle of w/e, let’s go out on the deck, check out my view”

now you’re drinking wine together on your deck looking at your backyard or the night sky. Have some shit pre made that you can toss into the oven for a snack that takes 5 min to make.

  • “I’ll be right back I gotta use the loo”
  • “I lied, I saw you were hungry and I wanted something so I got us some of these.”

Now with food and wine, she’s not gonna want to go to the bar. Get her to watch a movie with you, crank that heat down in your house. Have some blanket nearby somewhere. 10 min into the movie plop the blanket down on the other couch

  • “this is if it gets too cold for you”

As soon as she reaches for the blanket (assuming you haven’t made a move already before this):

  • “If you’re getting under there, I’m getting under there too”

Now you’re both under a blanket watching a movie and sex is literally minutes away if you know how to escalate properly.

And another one:

It’s known as a yes ladder. It’s a sales and persuasion technique upon which you start with an easy positive thing, then move on towards other position things in a chain until you reach the last thing, which was your goal. Initially they might not of agreed to the last thing, but by chaining together positive easily agreeably things first you created a positive feedback loop in their brain.

If the goal was to fuck her, then if you open with “hey come over to my house at X time” there is a good chance she’ll turn you down. This is reality we live in, her ASD is going push her away because there is no plausible deniability. So first it’s to meet up at a bar for some drinks, or maybe a pub or what not. Have a drink or three, chit chat and escalate with some kino to get her comfortable with you touching her and absolutely don’t give off any negative vibes or judgements. Then advice to go “somewhere” else, but on the way you need to stop by at your place to pick something up. Then the rest kind of falls into place, especially since you’ve already prepared the environment and preplanned the entire thing. At the end you have some great sex and she has an exciting story, featuring her as the lead, about how it “just happened”.