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Instead of giving you a list of drama-management techniques on how to handle things when a woman you’re dating gives you drama, instead I’ll tell you a story that I illustrates many of these techniques in real life.

About 13-14 years ago, I was dating a Russian girl (which was problem number one, but back then I didn’t know how problematic Russian women can be).

She was 23 years old (I was in my late thirties at the time), and being Russian, she was very hot and very smart. Also because she was Russian, she was drama-prone, very jealous, and immediately assumed we were going to get married as soon as we had sex the first time, even though I gave her zero indication of any of that since I follow the Cardinal Rules.

One day, after seeing each other for about three weeks, she walked out of my bathroom holding an object in her hand with an ashen look on her face.

It was a used pregnancy test that I had used on one of my MLTRs about a week prior. This other girl was young, sexually inexperienced, and was late on her period, so she was freaking out even though we were using condoms.

Per my usual technique, I just walked her into my bathroom and gave her one of the pregnancy tests that I always have, and clearly showed her she was not pregnant. She immediately relaxed and calmed down.

Then I threw the used pregnancy test in the trash can in the bathroom and covered it up with other trash so no other visitors to my home (including my other women, my parents, my kids, and my friends) wouldn’t see it, jump to any incorrect conclusions about me having sex without condoms, and freak out.

Exactly one week later, this Russian girl was standing in my living room with that same used pregnancy test in her hand. (Gross.)

“Um, Caleb?” she said, “I don’t mean to be a snoop, but I found this in your bathroom.”

First of all, this was a lie. The only way she could have found that pregnancy test is if she purposely dug through my trash like an insane hobo, which is exactly what she did (which she confirmed later). So she indeed was being a snoop.

As they say in the psychic community, never ask questions you might not want to hear the answers to.

Throughout the past 18 years as an Alpha Male 2.0, I’ve had women:

• Scour my blog, YouTube, and other social media looking for clues about other women I might be dating.
• Dig through my trash (including outdoor trash).
• Looked through my computer when I wasn’t looking.
• Looked through my phone when I wasn’t looking.
• Ask my family members, including my children, about information regarding other women I may have been seeing.
• Find out about current or ex-women I was dating and friend request them, trying to dig up info from them over social media.
• And so on.

Fortunately, these incidences have been rare, but with the sheer number of women I’ve dated as a non-monogamous man over 18 years, even the statistically small amount of women who are jealous enough to do this insane shit tend to add up.

In responding to her, I didn’t lie like a lot of men would have. (“Oh, yeah, that’s not mine. It’s my friend Joe’s. See what happened was…”)

I didn’t get defensive and start explaining myself like a lot of men would have. (“Well, wait a minute, wait a minute, it was with someone I was using a condom on, okay? And she’s not even that serious…”)

I didn’t get upset like some Alpha Male 1.0 types would have. (“What the hell are you doing going through my trash?!? That’s disgusting! Do you have any idea how childish and DISRESPECTFUL that is?!?!?”)

I didn’t use a bunch of guy logic like a lot of men would have. (“Look, you have to be realistic here, we’ve only been dating three weeks, and we never had any conversations about us being exclusive…”)

Instead, my response to her was the correct one.

I just looked at her, nodded, and said “Uh-huh.”

She started complaining and I just sat there and listened. In a few minutes, she did her usual Russian drama about respect and being a real man and treating a woman right and blah blah blah. Then she started yelling at me.

Yelling at me is drama, which is unacceptable, and there’s only one correct response to a woman giving you drama: I soft nexted her ass.

Since she was in my house and didn’t have a car (that’s another Russian girl thing, they never have cars and prefer you drive them everywhere), I couldn’t just leave. So I calmly asked her, “Would you like to go home?”

She glared at me for a minute, wanting a stronger response so she could scream at me more, and then finally said, “Yes, yes I would.”

“Okay,” I said like Pete Davidson, “I’ll get my coat.”

In a huff, she grabbed her phone and walked out my back patio door, shut the door behind her, called someone, and started screaming at that person.

This is what you want women to do. If a woman has to scream at someone, great, have her scream at someone else instead of you. My models help train women to, if they get mad at me, to go yell at their friends, friendzone guys, or family members instead of you.

As the case would have it, the person she was yelling at was indeed one of her platonic friendzone beta males. Perfect.

She was screaming at him about how mad she was at me, how I was such an asshole, and eventually, she started screaming at him about how she was mad at him too.

That’s what people do when they get angry. They become irrational and just spray their anger all over the place, including on people who don’t deserve it.

That’s why anger is such a ridiculous and utterly useless emotion. (It’s also why I virtually never get angry; I don’t like to add to my existing problems for no reason.)

But being a beta male and thirsty for pussy, he took the abuse, which was great. As a beta male, that’s his job. Better him than me.

She didn’t want to go home to her parents because she was an extrovert and the night was still young (it was only about 6 PM), so she convinced him (easily) to meet her at a local restaurant. This way she could:

1. A) Continue to get attention from someone.

2. B) Have a convenient target to unload all of her anger upon.

3. C) Get some free food.

After a while of venting on this guy, she finally hung up the phone and came back into my house. I was quietly working on my laptop.

I did not go out onto the patio to tell her that I was ready, or to go ask her what she was doing. That would have been falling back into her frame.

I just happily worked on my laptop until she was done screaming at her beta male friendzone dork.

She walked up to me and just stood and stared at me angrily.

“Ready?” I asked, my coat nearby.

“Yes,” she grumbled, still very upset.

Once in my car, the soft next was officially initiated, so instead of talking to her (which was easy because she was already giving me the silent treatment), I turned on the radio and listened to some relaxing music as I drove. I even hummed along with some of the songs, showing her that I was 100% unaffected by her drama. Which I was.

She just alternated between texting on her phone and staring angrily out the window. Good.

About ten minutes in, she informed me that she wasn’t going home but was instead going to the local Applebee’s restaurant (where Mr. Friendzone was eagerly waiting for her).

I said that was great, and I meant it, because the restaurant was about ten minutes closer to my home than her parents’ house where she lived. Twenty minutes saved!

I pulled up at the restaurant and let her out. She just grunted at me as she left the car and stormed into the restaurant.

Happy to get rid of her negative energy, as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home, I texted three of my other women I was seeing at the time, two FBs and one MLTR (though not the one I used the pregnancy test on; that would have been hilarious but I already knew she wasn’t available that night).

I told them I was free for the evening and asked if they wanted to come over, knowing it was short notice.

One didn’t respond. Another responded that she was busy but could see me on Saturday instead. A third one responded that she could come over at 8:30 PM. Perfect.

She was a very physically fit 26-year-old with long brown hair whom I really liked.

She showed up at 8:30 PM on the dot, and we had sex off and on for an hour. It was awesome.

I did not sit around pining away for the Russian girl.

I did not wonder if the Russian girl was fucking the friendzone guy (she didn’t; this was confirmed later).

I did not be irritated the rest of the night because the Russian girl disrespected me or “was such a bitch.”

Instead, I did what all Alpha 2.0’s should do when they have to soft next one of their women; I had sex with another one of my women.

That’s the entire point of non-monogamy: redundancy. (If I had been monogamous with this woman, I would have been fucked. Or not fucked, to be more precise.)

A week later, she texted me out of the blue. She was still mad, but she was still texting me.

Two months later, I was having sex with her again. However, now I was 100% sure she would just be an FB and never be able to move past that level with me. High-drama women don’t qualify for MLTR (and certainly not OLTR).

We continued to have sex, off and on, for many years. I even saw her just a few years ago, her now being in her thirties.

She never gave me any drama ever again.

She never had sex with that friendzone guy (she did fuck other guys besides me, but never him).

If you simply engage in emotional control and follow all of the correct Alpha Male 2.0 models, drama is never (or very rarely) a problem in your life. The rare times it happens, it’s easily recoverable.

Much better than being the typical guy.