For years, since sexual maturity, I thought I would never be good enough to fuck a 9. I would hear the hot girls talk about the douchebags that they were fucking and how ‘attractive, confident, talented’ those guys were. But when it came to me it was “aww, EnthuMotivInspir, he’s ADORABLE!”
I’m no schmuck, I know she might as well be saying “aww, EnthuMotivInspir might as well not even have a penis!” and from high school on through my 20s, I began to resent hot girls because of the condescending way they treated me. I learned to settle for 5s and 6s, because they are who I ever thought I would be good enough for. If I came across a 6, I would LTR her, and then I would get feelings of regret, knowing that deep down I wanted more.
I discovered TRP after my last breakup in my late 20s. I rejected the concept at first but slowly things started to make sense. The first thing I did was learn to lift – CONSISTENTLY. Then I started dating 5s and 6s and learned to not LTR the first girl to show interest in me, graduating to the occasional 7.
Through these experiences I learned how to interact with women. I learned to ask questions about her and respond with legitimate interest about the topic she chose, because that’s what she wants to talk about. I learned to notice IOI’s and to make a move as soon as you notice the IOI. Most of all I learned to just fucking go for that first kiss because you have nothing to fucking lose.
Aside from building up my experience, I’ve been building my body and I look good now. The 6s and 7s I lay have to catch their breath when I take my shirt off. I feel good about myself and my confidence is up, but I still have a mental block that I only deserve 6s and 7s.
So this girl, HB9, is at a bar that me and my friends frequent. She walks by us and all my friend can muster is “whoa…” She’s the kind of girl that that gets served first and doesn’t pay for a drink the entire night. “I already don’t like her. Bitch.” That hot girl disdain started boiling in my body again (fuck that girl, she has the whole world served on a fucking platter, didn’t pay for a drink the entire night, and served first no matter what).
Whatever. She’s a bitch. I’m having a good time with a good group of friends. Good mix of guys and girls, and all of us are attractive (I’ve been lifting for 2 years at this point and I look good).
I notice she looks back and does a double take. On me! Whoa, an IOI from a 9, who would have thought? I know that I look good, and I was advertising my good looks on this particular night but despite this, I still think I don’t deserve anybody higher than a 7. My friends and I have a good night and leave. I’m left with this unsettled feeling that I should have at least made a move. Oh well…
A couple weeks go by and I’m at the same bar with the same group of friends and lo and behold, there she is. World still served to her, drinks still bought for her, still surrounded by a harem of thirsty ass orbiters.
This girl is a total smoke show, and now I know what I need to do. I am a man who makes moves, and who will take on tasks, no matter how much they intimidate me. I go up to the bar to order my next drink and stand next to her as she’s waiting for her next drink, so I strike up conversation:
Me: “Hey, I’ve seen you here before, you come here often?”
(tell me it sounds stupid or cliché, I strike conversation based on my observations of the current situation, this is what I had to work with, and I wasn’t going to delay any longer just to find that perfect conversation started)
Her: “Hi, yeah I come here sometimes, I’ve never seen you before, are you new in town?” (Of course, she doesn’t remember me, despite the IOI a couple weeks earlier)
Me: “heh, no, I’ve been coming here much longer than you I’m sure of it”
We have a very short and lighthearted conversation. I can tell she’s extremely well versed at responding to men approaching her, but I’m nonchalant about this. I have zero investment in this girl, and I couldn’t care less about which way the interaction goes. We talk about the bar and how we like it, and how they do drink specials for heroes (Medical, teachers, police, military, etc.) on Thursday nights, and how we were both “Heroes” because of our professions. She says that its cool that we are both “Heroes”
Her: “stop by tomorrow night and I’ll buy your first drink on Hero night!”
And off she goes…
I have zero intentions of showing up to a bar, by myself, for a girl that I have innate disdain for, that I didn’t even get her number.
As I tell this story to my friend, he says he wants to see this happen. He’s down to go to the bar with me, just to see if this girl would even show up. He brings up the old IOI she gave me, and that she seemed interested, so I am convinced.
To my great surprise, she’s actually there, surrounded by yet another group of thirsty orbiters. She sees me and jumps up and says “whoa, you actually showed up!” gives me a hug and buys my first beer.
Wow. I did not see that coming. She was nice to me and bought ME a beer. Maybe I jumped the gun a little on assuming she’s just an entitled bitch.
We have good conversation and get sufficiently buzzed, continue hanging out for a while and I get her number. We make plans to meet up that weekend.
That weekend, we hang out, get lunch, and I invite her over to my place to watch a movie. At this point I still don’t know my worth and am psyching myself out. But while we’re watching the movie, I notice her body language next to me on the couch. It’s pretty angled towards me. I take this as a good sign and do some kind of touch to escalate. I don’t remember what I did exactly, I tickled her ear or kneecap or something. She tries to tickle me back, so I grab her arms, lock eyes, and go for the kiss.
Hot damn. Just like that I’m making out with the hottest girl I’ve ever interacted with.
Despite my lack of internal self-worth, I am very confident in my social interactions. I was faking a lot of that confidence around her, but I was emulating my real self, how I act when I am around 5s and 6s. Sounds weird to say, but gaining an abundance through lower tier women gave me insight on how I should act as a man ALL the time, regardless of who I’m with, even an HB9.
I take her shirt off, then mine, and she checks my body out. I know that I look good. I really do. I’ve worked my ass off for the last 2+ years to achieve these results. And I do it for me, because it makes me feel good. But nothing, absolutely nothing validates all your hard work more than a total smoke show hot bod looking you up and down.
I take her upstairs to my bed and we are nearly naked and then it hits. That last minute resistance. “we shouldn’t do this…”
I casually brush it off “we’re not doing anything” I back off a little and continue to make out, reassessing a little bit later but she’s still not feeling it. I back off completely. I stop touching her and start playing on my phone. Bored.
Don’t you hate/love it when the shit you read on here is right?
She rolls over on top of me and starts making out with me and is much more sexually aggressive now. We get back to hot and heavy, about to put my dick in annnnnd LMR. Again.
Fine. I roll back over and play on my phone again.
3rd times the charm and we fuck. And it was everything I ever hoped and dreamed it would be.
We can get these mental blocks due to years of conditioning and lack of attention from the opposite sex. I was raised to think that women would approach me if they were attracted to me, and when they didn’t, I thought it was my own fault and that I didn’t deserve women because they did not ‘choose’ me.
I was raised to respect the shit out of women. I respected them so much that I never assumed attraction. I respected them so much that if they didn’t overtly ask for more than a hug, I would never give it to them.
So many years of my young adult life was wasted on inaction. So many girls that I can now recall that showed so many signs of interest, but due to my ‘respect’ for them I passed all of them up unless they legit said “kiss me” or “Let’s have sex”
I now know that I am the one that does the choosing. I am the one who escalates physically. That entire interaction was up to me, and it was left to be my decision on whether or not we kissed.
It is said in every single thread, but I can’t emphasize it enough. Lift weights. I was skinny in high school and lacked any sort of confidence. In my 20s I at least learned how to interact with some people, but I was overweight. Finally, in the late years of my 20s I learned how to be confident with everybody, but I could not achieve this without a fit body. People treat you differently when you are muscular. They see you as a strong foundation, someone with convictions and motivation.