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I will always continue posting my essays on Substack, TRP.red, and /r/theredpill, largely free, for my audience. Writing for me is cathartic and if it helps you on your journey it’s time well spent. However, I am going to introduce one big change to the substack:

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@Vermillion-Rx Now I've woken up, I'm alright. To be fair, last night was a massive success. As, you say my main goal last night was literally to just get out of the house, get out my comfort zone and meet new people, which I succeeded at. I didn't go out with the intention to try and get laid, it was a good music event that I wanted to go to and dance.

It was just a bit annoying to have defeat snatched from the jaws of victory.

I was dancing and having fun. 10/10 must have been about 19. She was there with a group of male orbiters. You could see two of them were really trying to get with her, but she wasn't interested. She spots me and starts dancing. We dance a bit, I pull her in.

Everytime she starts grinding up on me, one of the orbiters starts mate guarding hard. "Nah, you can't be doing that mate". Watch me. She's grinding up on me, I'm running my hands on her inner thigh. They literally grab her and drag her off.

This goes on for most of the evening. She spots me, comes back over. We continue. Orbiters spot shes back with me again, they drag her away. Really annoying because she was really fucking into it, it was just the social aspect of the group shaming her for doing it.

Bit later I'm dancing, another HB starts dancing next to me. I can see her looking at me. I offer out my hand and pull her in. Dance for a bit, spin her round, kiss her. Fucking shit kisser, but hey. She grabs my hand and puts them on her tits. Starts grinding up on my dick. Cool. Then her friend come over, says something in her ear and drags her off.

Finally last HB, similar story. IoIs, drag her in. Grinding. Kissing. Friend comes barreling over. "she has a boyfriend!?!?". Grabs her hands and drags her off.

But yeah the night was a success in my eyes. I wanted to just go out and do something, and I've never really just gone to an event alone before. So in that sense I did what I wanted to do. I met a bunch of people. I got added to some DJ group for more events in the city. I had fun.

@Bozza

Bro, i feel your pain. I'm 3 ish months off a professional narcissist cunt short relationship where she immediately moved on the same week she met my dad

I've been moving into this new house for several months. It's finally done being renovated. My logistics have been total ass while coming off a break-up a few months back and some head wounds from it

Same. Near misses.

But I will tell you, I've been through similar before. The single best thing you can do for yourself is stop trying to meet a woman and just have fun

Ironically, trying will constantly get you in such dilemmas. Not trying is fun. Now don't get me wrong, if a girl is vibing with you, keep the game flowing and try

But from experience i can tell you these frustrating spells end when you just have fun. they come to you

If you're getting cack blocked slide them a number on a napkin or something when they're unguarded