Rapo
In his groundbreaking book on transactional analysis, Dr. Eric Berne describes a game called “rapo”, where a chick comes on to a guy sexually and then when he responds rejects him in a humiliating way. See above link. In less sophisticated circles, this is known as the “dick tease”. Feminists refer to our society as a “rape culture”. Well, I’ve never raped anyone, but I’ve been “rapo”ed countless times. I think it would be more accurate to refer to our culture (at least here in California) as a “rapo” culture. I’ve been “rapo”ed so many times I’ve lost count. And that’s ALL I ever get! The few chicks I have dated in California were users, rip-off artists, they all used me for money and stabbed me in the back. I’ve never met anyone out here who cares about me or loves me.
I met one chick in San Francisco named Hannah. (Names NOT CHANGED! Let the guilty suffer! I don’t give a f~~~!) I asked her if she wanted to have coffee with me and she said “yes”. As soon as we sat down she started making dirty jokes. She made a really graphic blow job joke and then looked me in the eye and smiled. The sexual intent was obvious. As we continued talking she told me about her house and the garden she was growing behind it. She suggested that I come over some time. “We could have breakfast together…I could show you the garden…” The idea of us having breakfast together had an obvious sexual connation that wasn’t lost on me. I talked to her about my life as a street performer (I’ve been a street performer in California since 1998). “I travel around the country spreading laughter and joy…” I offered, explaining my lifestyle. “Traveling around, spreading laughter and joy? I’ve always wanted to do something like that…” she replied.
I perked up. It sounded like she wanted to be my girlfriend and share my lifestyle. After we finished talking we exchanged phone numbers and went our separate ways. I called her several times after that conversation and all I ever got was an answering machine, always an answering machine. Finally, it dawned on me that this was a big dick tease, I had been played. The coffe shop where we met was covered in corny California “progressive” slogans like “Remember Who You Wanted to Be” and Arms are for Hugging”, “Smiles are Free”, etc, etc, Funny how Californians always pretend to be “progressive” while engaging in the most manipulative, predatory behavior possible. Yeah, California’s progressive, so is cancer!
Another chick I met around this time called herself “Bird”. Like so many chicks I’ve met out here, it was she, not myself that initiated the relationship by bringing a cup of coffee to me while I was performing on the street. Another time she bought me a piece of banana nut bread. Finally, one day, we had a cup of coffee together and got to know each other. Like me, she was into DIY media and she produced her own zine. She liked my street show and we were fans of a lot of the same writer and artists and generally speaking, seemed to hit it off pretty well. A couple of weeks later, I saw her through the glass window of the resturaunt where she worked. (She worked as a cashier.) I went in and said “hi”. She told me about a “chili cook-off” at a place called the “Anarchist Center”. She said she was going to be one of the people cooking the chili and that if I wanted to hang out, I should come by about 7:00. Around 6:45 I followed the directions she had given me and got to the “Anarchist Center” about 7:00. There was indeed a chili cook-off, but she was nowhere to be seen. The whole thing had been a bum steer to get rid of me. Although this was confusing, because she was the one who initiated the relationship, not me. I had also never said anything romantic to her or tried to make any sexual advances. I saw us as merely friends. I think she realized she had told a “whopper”, because she never looked me in the eye again. I stayed in an anarchist “squat” where she lived for like a week once after that and every time she saw me she got really embarrassed. She would look in the other direction or sit with her back to me everytime I was around. If she was going to feel so uncomfortable about lying to me, then why did she do it? If she didn’t want to hang out with me, then why did she initiate the relationship in the first place? She also identified herself at different times as a “hippy” and an “anarchist”. I thought the hippy movement was based on a “search for the truth”. And anarchy is defined as “a perfect co-operative society with no central authority.” I wanted to ask her, “If you’re a ‘hippy’ and an ‘anarchist’, and you’re working towards a better world, why did you lie to me in the first conversation?” In the South, where I’m from , people who identify themselves as “hippies” and “anarchists” are serious about their beliefs. They’ve brought REAL alternative values into their lives in an attempt to make a difference. In California, it’s just a big fantasy, a bunch of bulls~~~.
I was with a chick named Lexine recently and she started laying a big “rapo” game on me, coming on to me and saying that she wanted to spend more time with me and wanted me to call her etc., etc. Later, when she was changing clothes, (I was at a BDSM “dungeon” party). She came out of the changing area wearing no shirt, but a bra, and still chatting with me casually ass if there was nothing unusual about walking around with no shirt, just wearing a bra. (Lexine has big t~~~ and she’s definitely a 10! She’s well aware of the effect her body has on guys!) A few minutes later she came out of the dressing area again. She had put a shirt on, but now had no skirt, and was walking around, still casually chatting, wearing nothing but a shirt and panties. A few days later, I called her and got an answering machine and she never got back to me. I started realizing this was another game. A few months later, I was in Arkansas and I decided to try her again. Again, I got an answering machine and no response. When I got back to California I ran into her again and she apologized and said she had “lost my number.” The “I lost your number routine (along with some of it’s variations such as “My phone is broken”, “I was sick”, etc, etc.) has been used on me so many times that it’s nothing but a bad joke at this point. Lexine is another pathetic “rapo” player.
This is the type of behavior I’ve experienced since moving to California, and this is ALL I’ve ever experienced. Apparently the chicks here (the good looking ones anyway, I could probably bang a fat chick) are not interested in meeting a guy and getting to know him, they are only interested in the dick tease. Can anyone explain this strange behavior? (And don’t try to tell me to become and “alpha male”, I am an “alpha male”! The women out here don’t want an alpha male, they date losers and alcoholics and guys who beat them up! See my post: MGTOW forums/Myth of the Alpha Male)
People have given me different explanations. A psychologist told me that people in California are “afraid of intimacy” and that they would rather have a fantasy than a real relationship. Other people have told me that California is all about money and that chicks here want to meet a rich guy. (The chick in the anarchist squat was not trying to meet a rich guy.) From reading MGTOW and other men’s right literature, I’ve gotten the idea that feminists have taught women to hate men. None of these explanations are completely satisfactory to me. I’m open to suggestions, can anyone help me understand what I call “Rapo Culture”?
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