tl;dr - Met female version of me on Tinder, fucked like crazy, will have regular pussy supply with no strings attached. RP dynamics noted in screenshots.

I've had Tinder downloaded for a week now and among a few matches so far, one of them not only came through, but knocked this shit outta the park. I don't have the time, patience or interest in the bar scene, so passively liking or dismissing girls when I have a few mins of downtime here or there seemed worth a shot.

Enter M. Starts off fairly typical; building rapport, banter, gettin' dem digits in less than 15 messages. The school she attends is less than 10 mi. from where I work, so logistics are set. Over a couple hours, I find she's also from NY, where she works, when her classes are and bit about her hobbies. Light-to-moderate flirting, then shit gets real. At first, I'm a little surprised at how easy that was, so I use disqualification game and plausible deniability to feel it out a bit more. Here's the payoff. This spawns a nearly 2-hr long text convo about nothing but sex and a couple of swapped pics. She's a freak, but we'll get to that in a sec.

Next day, I text her. No dice tonight, but it's cool, it's just pussy.

I stay busy over the next couple days, not placing much emphasis or hope on Tinder results. It's a numbers game, after all. Then M hits me up (note the date). No need for games at this point, it's just a matter of working out details while maintaining aloof attitude. She seemed surprised when I mentioned coming to her place; nothing I can't deflect.

M texts me again the next day. Typical convo peppered with solipsism based on her complaints about having to keep up with all the Tinder conversations/names , how it's more trouble than she thought it would be, etc. I don't give her much to reply to, so I stick to disqualification and twist the topic back into my frame.

Finally, my efforts come together last night. Made arrangements for her to meet me at this hipster little coffee joint I like and found her there waiting with her drink. Much cuter in person, a solid 8/10; green eyes, dirty blond hair, a single nose piercing and a wrist tattoo. She's just the right kind of thick, too; bangin' thighs and hips, trim waist, full C, maybe small D tits. Anyway, we down our coffee over more chit-chat and are off to her place within 15-20 minutes. Quick tour of the house and we're getting busy in her room.

M is sarcastic, dry-humored, quick-witted and has all the same feel-good buttons on her body that I do; the ones that send endorphins right up your spine and into your brain, so we're both in each others' heads all night. She even joked about the possibility of being long-lost cousins or siblings that got separated when we both moved from NY. We messed around for 4 hrs total and in between sessions, we talked about game dynamics, many men lacking game entirely and her blatant solipsism when she mentioned how easy it is for her to get guys crawling over each others' backs to buy her drinks (couldn't help but laugh at that). She showed me a text from one of her orbiters pleading for her to come out to the bar that night. Also ordered a pizza and made her answer the door in a tight tee and panties; the delivery guy trying hard not to stare at her was hilarious. This girl is well-aware of her SMV and calls herself an ice queen. She made a point to clown on me about getting soft and becoming one of her beta bitch-boys, which I just met with more warnings not to fall in love with me.

Did I tell you she's a freak? I still have all kinds of bite and scratch marks on my back while shoulders are tore up and red, one scratch mark even broke the skin (hurts so good). Oh, and she slapped me hard twice last night, the second time rattling me and messing with my vision for a few minutes (she hit my jaw more than she did my cheek). S'cool though, we messed around for another hour this morning before I took off. Made sure to slap her twice while she sucked my dick. She laughed and ate it up.

Overall, couldn't be more pleased with how things turned out. M and I both agreed numerous times that we'll be "good fuck friends for quite a while" (her words). Maintained my frame, used disqualification game, outcome independence and didn't give into buckling or appeasing with traditional blue pill nonsense. Now I have a regular plate who's perfectly fine with being exactly that.

EDIT: Two fun facts: 1) M is the daughter of the woman who trained my class at my last job. I didn't find out until after I fucked her rotten and we ate pizza (I joked "Here I was trying to avoid the boyfriend-y shit, but I apparently know your mom). 2) The last chick, D, from my previous FR saw the scratch and bite marks on my neck. Jealousy ensued.