Help, I Can't Stop Hooking Up With Trump Supporters
Red pill example, straight from the horse's mouth. Are you ready? Here we go.
It’s the one where I started arguing with a Trump supporter at a bar and then before I knew it, I was waking up the next morning in his bedroom. There were flags everywhere: Ronald Reagan's face was emblazoned on one of them, “Don’t Tread On Me” made an appearance on another. I say it was the “worst” not because the sex was bad, but because, well, see above.
A common mistake beta boys and nice guys make is trying to agree with her on every little shit. They wouldn't dare make her mad "offend" her in fear of missing out on that pussy. But here's the thing; the whole thing is a shit test, even if she doesn't realize it. Men are masculine, confrontational, not afraid of having opposition. Women are agreeable, naturally want to fall into a man's frame, and afraid of confrontation. Who do you think will get the pussy? The chad who doesn't give a fuck if she likes Hillary and sticks to his values, or beta bob who will change his viewpoints (even if only just for show) to avoid risking upsetting her?
This was in early 2016 and—while it doesn’t excuse my choice of partner—it was before Pussygate, before the suggestion of violence against his opponents,, and before the realities of a Trump presidency really set in. So while I found a lot of his comments abhorrent, hooking up with one of his supporters wasn't quite the moral conundrum to me that it would become a few months later.
Blah blah blah. This shit is just incoherent hamstering. What she's really saying is "I know it's bad but TINGLES!!" She doesn't really give a shit if you like Trump. Likewise, she wouldn't give a shit if she's a femnazi and you're a mysoginist pig who's idol is Gavin McInnes. I can attest to this personally.
To my own surprise, we kept hooking up and—despite the fact that our political opinions were diametrically opposed—it didn't feel weird. When we texted, we'd naturally argue about politics, but also about other things, like if corn or flour tortillas made for the best tacos, or whether Drake or Kendrick Lamar was the better rapper (I said Kendrick, of course). When we met up in person, that pent-up anger would turn into frustration, which would turn into a sort of competitive tension that resulted, inevitably, in sex.
...aaaaand here we have it, gentlemen. As long as you have frame, do the proper push/pull, and fuck her good, she WILL come back for more of that delicious sex. It's not rocket science. This guy knew that all he had to do was press the right buttons. Be attractive. Don't be unattractive. Agreeing with her on everything will raise a red flag. This is why people tell you to "just be yourself". What they really mean is "don't be agreeable". Don't be a nice guy.
I knew we'd never be anything more to each other than a hookup, but I didn’t care. The sex was hot, and it was uncomplicated in the sense that neither of us expected—or even really wanted—any strings attached. And since I was confident in my political convictions, all that witty banter about tax codes, emails, and border walls was the foreplay I never knew I needed.
Now she's just repeating herself.
Plus, in an odd way, sleeping with Trump supporters reaffirms my own political and personal values.
Her hamster must be in overdrive.
Takeaway: Stop giving a fuck and just game her. You can and SHOULD disagree with her. This shit creates tension, and tension is sexy. Remember, she's not looking to hook up with a woman in a man's body. She wants a Real Man™ .