Saturday night at the club. I’m checking out this HB7 on the dancefloor. Fit body, cute face and a blonde Miley Cyrus 2013 undercut. Not exactly my thing, but it looked good on her. I smile, she smiles back and I start chatting her up.

I start getting negative vibes from the guy right behind her. He’s giving me angry looks and tries taking up my space as I'm touching her back and holding her face while talking into her ear. Mind you, this was probably the biggest guy at the club. Looked like a mentally disabled Dan Bilzerian, easily 6”3, beasty, massive arms - possibly a bodybuilder. I would have gone down after a punch and I’m a very athletic guy.

Now it’s obvious this guy is a beta orbiter though. She referred to him as “my friend”. That plus the timidness with which he put his hands on her waist to try and nudge her away from me and towards him made me put this label on him rather quickly; a guy who never has and never will get close to tasting that pussy.

Not going to lie though, the possibility of this night ending with my face in the gutter instead of my dick inside of Miley did occur to me and it did bother me, but I remained relaxed, kept gaming her and ignored him best I could. If he actually starts picking a fight, I thought, then I’ll react and I’ll probably dip. But there was no aggressiveness emanating from him. Neither in the way he tried to mateguard her, nor in the way he tried to intimidate me. I kept my cool.

"Let’s get some air”, I say to Miley. She tells him she’ll be back in a bit. As I lead her away from him, the guy gives me another threatening stare and tells me “If you do anything…”. I respond with an understated nod, no words, and proceed to the outside area of the club with Miley. We sit there for a bit. I try making out with her, she rejects me. “I don’t like making out”, she says. Watch her actions, not her words. I’ve been playing with her hair, touching her legs, her back, her neck, her face. Heavy kino and she’s very, very receptive. I just go back to doing all of these things and chatting with her some more.

"Let’s go have a drink at my place” - “I don’t wanna have another drink tonight” - “Let’s go listen to some music then” - “Ok, sure”. Dumb Bilzerian has been looking for her for some time at this point, now he finds us sitting there. Already bracing myself to get cockblocked or have my face smashed in, but instead he puts out his hand and says “Yo dude, just had to make sure you’re not a jerk” - “No worries”.

I take her home. Now that we’re on my bed, she decides that she does like making out. I try to remove her shirt, she stops me. We make out some more, I’m feeling her up and can tell she’s wet through her jeans. “Not tonight”, she says. “Not tonight. I don’t have sex the first time I meet someone." A little bit of tension ensues. I shrug it off, say "okay, sure" and we go back to kissing and feeling each other up.

"Are you dissapointed?”, she says. “It doesn’t make much of a difference to me”. This is true, if I have to kick her out tonight and meet up with one of my plates tomorrow night then so be it. But again, her body is signalling something different than her words. We go back to making out, I try undressing her again. Again, LMR. Bluepill me would have gotten pissed off and broken frame, but I remember what I read on here about handling a situation like this. So I just withdraw attention, go to the bathroom, come back and play with my phone. Not for long, she pulls me towards her, we’re making out again and this time every item of clothing I touch seems to come off pretty easily. “You manipulated me”, she says, and starts sucking my dick as I’m standing next to the bed before I put on the condom.

After sex, she's cuddling up to me, resting her head on my chest. “You do know that friend of yours wants to fuck you, right?”, I say to her. “No, I hope that’s not true”. “He certainly didn’t seem happy with me going home with you”. “Yes, usually when I go out I just like dancing by myself and he keeps all the guys away”. This chick has her own swole beta, conditioned to do the initial shit-testing for her. “Okay, I agree, he probably thinks that I’m hot, but I don’t think he’s like, in love with me”. That’s enough hamstering for the night. I tell her I need to get up early tomorrow.

I shower, brush my teeth and send her a nice text while she’s on her way home in an Uber to avoid any false accusations. She sends me a nice text back. I go back to bed and fall into a peaceful slumber.

TL; DR: Picked up a girl at the club, avoided a fight with an orbiter who was much bigger than me by effectively ignoring his presence, got past LMR by withdrawing attention for a couple of minutes even though I could tell she was horny

RP principles I like to think I applied:
- display higher value: orbiters are irrelevant and not worthy of your attention let alone your anger, confrontation
- isolate chick to avoid getting cockblocked and in order to escalate
- don't break frame if she gives you initial rejection after giving you consistent IOIs up to this point
- "I don't like making out": pass basic shit tests
- go for the pull and provide plausible deniability
- when confronted with LMR, withdraw attention for a bit and try one more time
- don't get caught up on having to fuck this particular chick right now if she gives repeated LMR, have abundance
- after a ONS, always send that text