Disclaimer As always, my posts are advanced level MRP. Newbies beware, do not try anything like this until you've been doing this correctly for at least six months (preferably a year), are objectively attractive, and have already built a solid frame, or shit like this could nuke your marriage. Keep stuff like this in your back pocket, as they say.

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So if you've seem the movie The Usual Suspects (and you should)(mild Spoiler Alert), you'll recall the scene where rival cartels try to intimidate Keyser Soze by breaking into his house and holding his wife and kids at gunpoint. Keyser comes home, assesses the situation, draws his gun, and shoots...his own wife and kid! He then shoots the thugs, who are too shocked to react, letting one live to tell his bosses what transpired. The message: there is literally nothing that you can threaten to take from Keyser Soze to make him bend his will.

(Obviously I don't advocate this or any type of violence whatsoever, but this is here for my fat girl admirers from TBP and their mangina friends - 'Sup bitches!)

So last Friday I'm reading some of Rollo's new posts, and this line stuck with me. To paraphrase: "No moment of pussy is ever worth a loss of frame". Little did I know that phrase was foreshadowing things to come.

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So after a fun and sex filled weekend, I tell my wife Monday that I want her in her white lingerie so I can handcuff her to the bed and ravage her later. She says she'll put the outfit on before bed when we go upstairs after our cocktails. Whatever. So we discuss this trip she planned for a few Saturday's from now - a night at a hotel in a nearby casino city. She has a restaurant booked, arranged for the kid to stay at her mom's that night, the works. Anyways, I earlier in the weekend floated the concept of going to this Halloween themed party at a sex club in this city, and told her to look for good superhero costumes online. She doesn't shoot it down, initially plays coy. So Monday night I ask her if she found any good costumes.

her: Rex, wait, is this some kind of sex club?

Me: yes, I told you it was

Her: I told you I don't want to be a swinger

Me: me neither. We aren't doing anything with anyone. We're going to do something different by having some drinks, observing, and hanging out.

Her: So people can just be having sex there?

Me: yeah, they have areas for that if the mood strikes

Her: (now explosively angry) that sounds disgusting! Why would you ever think I'd want to go to a place like that!

Me: (probably should've STFU, but) Hey, it's a different, once in a lifetime thing to do for the experience. If it's hot and heavy, maybe we get hot and heavy. If everyone there is fat, old, and ugly, we'll have something we can laugh our asses off about the rest of our lives. Either way it should be interesting.

Her: shut up Rex! Just stop even talking right now, or I'm canceling the trip!

Me: [STFU and thinking about her threat to deprive me of something in order to end a simple discussion]

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So as the show were watching is ending, I silently start cleaning up. She asks what's wrong with me. I keep STFU. We go upstairs, get ready for bed. Her: I'll still put on that outfit and have sex the way you wanted if you can be a nice boy. (Remember Rollo's line here. She doesn't actually want to fuck me right now, she wants to use her pussy to pull me into her frame).

Me: not interested.

Her: why not?

Me: (could've STFU here, but) you are acting like a child, and I don't fuck children. Goodnight.

Her: if you're going to have this attitude, then maybe we shouldn't go on this trip

Me: then cancel it

Her: I will

Me: pick up your phone and do it now

Her: I'll do it later

Me: OK.

So I get up, go to the computer room, cancel the trip, and bring her the confirmation sheet.

She explodes with all sorts of rambling, I keep saying "goodnight", she won't shut up, so I tell her I need to sleep and can't do it with her babbling, so I leave with my stuff and go to the guest bedroom.

We maybe say 10 words to each other the next day. I don't kiss her goodbye, nothing. I show no interest in returning to the main bed.

Yesterday morning, I realize that if I want normalcy, it's my job to lead her there. So before I leave for work, I give her a kiss and tell her to "be safe" like usual. Only one text during the day, telling her I'll meet her at my daughters gymnastics class later.

I show up at gymnastics, my Starbucks in hand, nothing for wife. When I see her, I act as though nothing ever happened - happy to see her, joking with kid, etc. Turns out she bought me a candy treat at the store, and commented on how I didn't get her anything from Starbucks even though I knew she would want something. Me: "I'll let you try some of mine. It's the new Chile Mocha". Evening proceeds as normal.

So later at home I'm going through the normal night routine getting daughter ready for bed. Wife comes upstairs, says she forgot her water downstairs, could I go down and get it? Me, jovially: "are your legs broken or something?" We banter for a minute, then she says she has a surprise down there for me. I go, and she has two glasses of wine poured, a lit candle, and a note asking if we can be friends again. I find out later that she has put on the white lingerie underneath her sweats, so she brings that out after kid is asleep. Passionate sex ensues. DEERing does not (before we have our wine she says "I'm not apologizing." Me: "me neither", give her a wink and a slap on her bare ass.

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The takeaways:

1. Nuking a nice trip like I did should only be done very sparingly, and only for a damn good reason. Why did I do it? Because I wanted to demonstrate to her that there is nothing, literally nothing, that she can threaten to withdraw or deprive me of that can alter my resolve (that I will not be browbeaten, disrespected, or made to capitulate under any sort of threat from her). Be careful with this men. Nuking shit like this too much for no good reason will make you come off as an unbearable, no-fun, mega prick, which equals unattractive. Don't be unattractive.

2. Whether nuking the trip was the correct move or not, owning that decision and holding frame thereafter is critical. I nuked the trip. I withdrew affection (leaving her to go to the guest room). I let her know that she was welcome back into my frame (good morning kiss two days later). I'm then given dark chocolate, wine, and porn star sex.

3. You must be "hawt" enough and have a frame made of solid titanium before you do something like this. You must have total, internalized abundance mentality, and you must truly give no fucks whatsoever as to her reaction. If you have not fully internalized this shit and have been living it every day, your wife will see right through you. You'll come off as a spoiled baby with a ridiculous attempt at wresting power away from mommy, and it will backfire on you hard core.

Edit: formatting (fucking mobile)

Edit2: my "resolve" was not to force her to go to this club - it was that I will not tolerate being threatened in any way, shape, or form.