In If Only… I told you a story of pre-red pill futility. Where I got stuck with my one-itis in a situation and basically buried an entire summer in beta bullshit. Let’s flip that a little bit. As I told you, I found Roissy a short while after that incident and my life started to change…
Once again, a party was the scene. This time it was a cast party for a show I’d written and performed in. Earlier in the night, in between performances I ran into one of my cast-mates. She’d brought one of her friends to the show, a very cute red head that I’d met at a party previously. “Is it alright if she comes to the cast party and stays at your house too?” Why yes, yes it is. We spoke for a few minutes before getting ready for the show, but I kept everything brief. I made sure to give some eye contact to her while delivering a few of my lines but nothing major.
The party was far bigger than I anticipated. The cast was a decent size and everyone brought friends, who also brought friends. I think the stage crew showed up as well. Drinks flowed, shots went down, pong was played, jams were bumped and there was dancing. The following week granted me rave reviews. I was happy with it. But back to business.
There’s little you can do that imbues you with more value than hosting a (good) party. I’ve said before to host a party but I realized you have to do a little bit more. You need to make sure it’s good. Make sure you actually have girls there (I think the ratio for this one was 60/40 which isn’t bad for a college house party). Make sure you have good music. Don’t do that BYOB only bullshit that other terrible party hosts do. If you provide and have people bring their own as well, everybody is going to get drunk. Beyond all of that, you actually have to run shit. Make sure people listen to you, make sure everyone knows that it’s your house, and make sure as many people as possible are enjoying themselves. If you’ve never hosted a party before it can seem overwhelming but my best advice is to have as much fun as possible with it. Talk to everyone. If you’ve ever walked into a club and seen the promoter/owner fraternizing with top notch talent and having more fun than anyone, this is your chance to BE THAT GUY. If you’re feeling out of place or overwhelmed at your own party you have to flip that mindset.
Anyway, I was bouncing around making sure everyone was having fun. I wingmanned for my best friend for a bit while he worked on one of my cast mates. One of her friends was trying to mother hen for the evening because she was DD’ing and I was not having that bullshit. I distracted her by asking her how she enjoyed the performance and getting her to talk about the stage direction and other shit, then challenging her and a partner of her choice to pong. Best friend moved upstairs to talk to my cast mate in a ‘quieter area’ while mother hen’s back was turned. Mission successful.
I went out on the porch to chill for a while as people discovered the trampoline out back. I don’t know why drunk people love trampolines so much but I generally don’t want people to break their necks so I leave it far out back, but people found it and dragged it close to the porch and were jumping off the porch onto it and shit. I wish I had waivers for drunk people to sign before doing dumb shit but sometimes you just gotta shrug and let people have fun.
You’ll notice all of this is leaving out cute red head from before. That’s my point. I barely had to do any work on her for the first two hours of the party. As long as she’s having fun at your party (and not being targeted by your best friend or something), you’re in there. So when I came up to her two hours in after we were all feeling pretty good and brazenly put my arm around her waist and pulled her close to ask her how her evening was going, it felt like the most natural easy thing in the world. She giggled and said she was having a great time and asked if I hosted parties often. Only on special occasions. Too much of a good thing and all that. We watched a game of pong with our hands on each other. Mine went to the top of her ass pretty quick.
Night progressed, my buddy and cast mate somehow got back downstairs unnoticed and he quickly confirmed his +1 and she was hanging all over him. Party moved outside for a while and some drunk game had evolved into random people deciding to make out with one another. Actors/actresses are sluts. I ended up making out with one of my cast mates at some point and red head saw this. I was worried that this would hurt me but I should have known. She moved next to me and soon the spotlight was on us and I had my tongue down her throat. Things settled down for a bit and we moved off the porch to sit on my picnic table in the yard to talk (build comfort I guess). Despite being pretty fucked up the conversation was pretty good, we learned a few commonalities as we watched the drunk girls from the porch trying to do some dumb dance routine without falling over. Suddenly my buddy calls me over because he has to tell me something important.
Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like drunk best friends feel this need to tell you you’re getting laid when it’s already obvious. “DUDE YOU’RE IN THERE.” Yes, please understand that I’m aware this is why I’m out there talking to her. “YEAH BUT THIS WAS IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO KNOW.” Hah.
Things settled down and people had to leave. I assume all the DD’s were sober but I can’t take responsibility for everyone. Red head and I moved upstairs to my room as everyone went to other spare rooms to enjoy their drunken slumber/hookup/whatever. I had one thing on my mind. I was focused on escalating fast so I didn’t fuck up but not escalating too quick. I was also focused on staying out of my own head too much and I think the alcohol helped a lot because I didn’t overthink anything which is a huge problem for me.
Thankfully I performed well enough and we were making out on the bed in short order, and I must have done a fine job building tension because she escalated just as quickly as I did. After I got her top and bra off, she undid my pants without me having to do my ‘put her hand on my dick move’. After the foreplay, I was pounding that naturally red headed pussy and earning my +1.
Some guys have different reactions to girls after they fuck them. I know it can be different by the girl. I was just reading Krauser’s story about the Yugoslavian dancer where he just had no interest after fucking her. I’ve had a lot of different feelings and with this girl it was that “Dang, I would like to do this frequently.” We both fell asleep shortly after sex, and woke up early with hangovers. We talked a little bit and made out some more, but everyone else woke up so round two was out of the question.
As she left, I started to reflect on things. This was my first post red pill lay and I felt good about it, but I also felt my beta tendencies creeping in. I steeled myself against asking for her number, and I refused to talk to her friend about the interaction to “see if she enjoyed herself.” A high value man isn’t worried about that. He gets what he wants and doesn’t worry.
When you get initiated into this stuff you probably have a ton of thoughts rolling through your head. You probably might harbor some resentment toward women that have fucked you over, and you might also still be a little naive like I was. I had this lingering thought in my mind that red head and I could see each other again and maybe this could develop into something more. And even now it’s a little disappointing to me that we shared this great night together and months later I still don’t know her last name. But this is how the game is played. This is where we’re at now, gentlemen. You cannot allow yourself to be sucked into sentimentality about a same night lay or any woman that hasn’t displayed that level of emotion first. The fact that I told this girl I’d like to see her again was tantamount to losing. I’d have been much better served to say just about nothing to her the next morning. That would’ve kept her hamster spinning at least.
It took me a while to really think about this and I still don’t feel that great about what should be considered a fantastic night for me. I say that I’m trying to go from herb to hero and it saddens me a little bit to think that today’s hero has to be just about emotionless when it comes to women. My brief feelings for this cute red head sort of dulled the afterglow of my +1. That is really unfortunate in my opinion.
Anyways, for guys that would like a sort of cheat code for their game, I would recommend hosting parties. If they’re good, you will have an easier time pulling attractive women.
As for the answer to this problem, well I’m still looking for it. I doubt I’ll ever be able to become a completely soulless entity but day by day I’m coming more to grips with the ‘on to the next’ mentality that comes with being a player. I hope everyone reading this is also making progress in this struggle, and please know that there are plenty of us right there witchya.
Cheers, J. Worthy