Introduction

I used to spin plates a lot when I was in the first years of the University – the Arts faculty was like a plantation always ripe with pussy. No manly men, only betas fucking around, all you have to do to drown in puss is well... have balls. And a beard, preferably. But things changed after I returned from the military – it's like I've forgotten all my skills! Not that I was alone – I was in a LTR which I finished shortly after and immediately started another one with a nice girl, but it didn't work out and we parted ways. After that, I've tried Tinder, cold approaching, gaming girls I had contacted earlier and didn't have much luck. Only later did I realize that it is, in fact, far easier to get girls when they're 18-20 rather than when they're my current age. They are not as entitled and down to earth yet, so simply being handsome and upfront and a little bit romantic with them worked almost every time, but that is not the case when they're already rode the CC for some time and kind of established theire self-worth.

That was until a week ago.

Pre-date(r)

So I match on Tinder with this HB8 and we hit it off. She responds eagerly, is fun to talk to, and her shit tests are both obvious to me and not to easy for me to get bored with them. I'm in the zone, every joke lands and I pass her every shit test perfectly. She begs me to stop before she thinks she's "finally found a decent guy on Tinder" (it turned out later that she didn't meet with anyone from the internet in a year or so, so I kind of surprised her by being both witty and not douchebag-y). When a slight pause finally comes, I text her "Alright, fine, stop asking! I'll take your number" (not sure I can translate it properly into English - I implied that it's been her who was trying to give me her number and reluctantly agreed to it). She answers with "You think I'd give my number to a guy I've met on Tinder 15 minutes ago? Hahahahaha" and her number in the next text.

We started chatting on Telegram and it turns out she won't be in the city until the end of the week so I start planting this idea of meeting with her the day she returns (Saturday) to which she playfully answers "Maybe, if I will be willing to". On Saturday I text her and she says that she actually arrives late in the evening and will have some errands to do. Obviously, I get angry and tell her that I've been talking about Saturday for the whole week. We didn't really make an arrangement, but she should've told me she won't be able to do it earlier. She jokingly says I'm blackmailing her (it really was like that, we didn't have a solid agreement and I just wanted to manipulate her into meeting that day) and I parry it by saying that "blackmailing is when you're forced to do something you don't want to do, so it doesn't really apply here". She proposes to meet the next weekend to which I respond that this won't do and I already have plans (not really). We schedule a date for Sunday evening, which is supposed to be after another date I had scheduled earlier.

The first date

Sunday comes and I feel that I'm feeling flaky about the date (I physically felt that my testosterone dropped and was feeling anxious all day because I've been on nofap for more than 5 days which tends to have the opposite effect on me). She texts me and says she really doesn't feel like meeting today, but I have to seize that opportunity so I tell her to cut the bullshit and be where we agreed to meet on time, also casually mentioning that I don't wait for girls for more than 20 minutes. She reluctantly agrees and I head out to my first date (another girl from Tinder, somewhere about HB7 and much less fun to talk to).

The first date was nothing special – the girl wasn't really responsive enough to my liking, but turned out to be better than on photos, and the kind of girl I like - redead with green eyes (she had different hair color in photos). However, the date wasn't that interesting, just the casual talk. I tried to make her laugh, but she didn't really react to the jokes I knew other girls would react to, so I didn't put any much effort and just let it roll. Interestingly enough, by the end of the date, she mentioned us being married jokingly and started teasing me a little. I took note of that, but didn't want to escalate so basically told her I've got to meet a friend and we hugged each other goodbye. BUT what's interesting here – since I wanted the dates to follow one another, we were walking around the places I planned on walking with the HB8. And we met her. We fucking walked right into her with her friends and looked each other in the eye. I knew she'd only seen me on the photos and wouldn't be able to tell if it was really me, so I didn't give any sign of recognizing her.

Fast forward to 15 minutes before the second date of that day – I had to change. The clothes I was in were kinda shitty and I wanted to change before the date with HB8. A little portrait of her – she's 23, Law student in a prestigious university and had the experience of working in a, well, the equivalent of the American Congress in our country. Knowing full well that she's getting lots of attention from those who have far more power and status than I do, I felt I should represent at least a little.

And so we met.

The second date

My oh my, she was gorgeous. I've only caught a glimpse of her when we meet her with the first date, but now I saw that she was a real hottie – perfect teeth, cute childish eyes, wearing glasses, a bit tan after the vacation, dressed on the verge of being slutty while staying classy – jeans, a small laced top and a light shirt. Lots of open body parts, i.e. lots of opportunities for kino. BUT the thing is, she clearly stated that she doesn't like to be touched by people she doesn't know a few times, and even though I joked around about it I realized she might turn negative if I start pushing for kino. However, when we meet, the first thing she does is raise her hand to give me a high-five, and I deny her by reciting her words about being touched.

She outright tells me they had a few drinks with her girl friends because they assured her she needed to relieve anxiety before the date (my response: "Who told you it's a date?"). She's tipsy, but is in full control of herself, so we have lots of fun teasing each other and exchanging banter. She also tells me that they've "seen a guy just like you and he was with another girl and my friends told me its you, but I told them it wasn't you and I turned out to be right". I didn't deny nor confirm that, but almost started laughing. She said that she'd kill me if I did something like that, to which I teased her by asking what's wrong with dating two girls in one day. I should have told her right away that it was me (would've made her jelly and make me seem more abundant that I already was), but for some reason, I didn't until later in the evening.

Anyway, we walk around and get more physical – I tickle and hug her basically when I want to and she feels comfortable when I'm closer than 50 cm (that's about 20 Fahrenheits in imperial units) from her (and yes, this was after she got sober). This goes on a little and she suggests we sit on the river bank. Perfect place for a kiss, so why the fuck not? While we\re walking up to the bank, she teases me and I respond by slapping her on the ass. She kind of wanted to look pissed, but instead said "that's too much for the first date". I knew she'd only put this up to appear as having some decency, since she's mentioned being too open earlier, saying that "it shouldn't be like that, I don't usually let anyone touch me".

So we get to the riverbank, sit there, tease each other a little, and she drops this line: "Fuck, it feels like I've known you for all eternity. I don't know why. It shouldn't be like that". Shit negro, that's all you had to say! I hug her and get her closer to me before kissing her. A perfect opportunity for a kiss is when you're close enough with the girl and you tell her "You know what these Indian tribesmen do when they meet each other?" Regardless of whether she knows that – lean in and try to kind of slap her nose with yours. This way you're close enough for a kiss, so if she doesn't freak out, just stop for a second, look her in the eyes, look at her lips and go for a gentle but passionate kiss.

And that's where her ASD went into overdrive. She tried to back away from me after the first two seconds of the kiss, but soon we were kissing again. We go back and forth a few times before she gives in. Kisses escalate to a bit of an erotic play, but I don't escalate further, since the logistics were pretty bad that evening and f-close would be hard to pull off, especially considering that her ASD still shows.

We decide to walk some more – more kino, but this time almost no banter, it kind of got more moody, so we talked about our previous interaction a little before I kiss her goodbye and we both head home.

Post-date

Honestly, I thought that I've overinvested and should have stayed more mysterious, maybe deliberately deny her a kiss when she clearly was ready. I thought she's lost interest because I escalated to soon without f-close, but this doesn't seem to be the case – she was texting me the day after, sending photos, and when I asked her something and she didn't respond for quite some time, when she finally responded, I left her on "Read" and she freaked out – started explaining herself and asking if I'm angry and if I'm doing this on purpose, so it seems like she's invested enough.

TL;DR

Gamed girl from Tinder who is a bit outta my league and is often around guys with SMV higher than mine. She tried to flake and claimed that she won't let me touch her, but I ended up getting lots of kino and k-close+a bit of erotic escalation.

Takeaways:

What did I do good? Text game is my stronger side and this time I executed it almost perfectly – I teased her a lot, created a womanizer persona in her head, set boundaries and, most importantly, I had fun.

I didn't flake out in the last minute when I wanted to.

I didn't get too anxious about her being out of my league (she made a few heads turn).

I held my frame throughout the whole interaction.

I remembered what it was like before I stopped practicing game and man, it's fucking awesome.

What I could have done better?

Coulda told her it was me she saw me with another girl earlier.

Could have played dread game better, considering she was with her friends when I first saw her, I could have told her I liked one of them (there was even a moment when she said that if I liked any of them better than her then she could give me their number lol).

Could have k-closed the girl from the first date (didn't really want to, but still, it would be more fun now that I think of it).

My advices to TRP:

  • Bite your women for fuck's sake. This deserves a post of its own, but never be afraid to show your wild animalistic nature. Triceps are and side of the palm are perfect spots for a firm bite. When biting you touch her, you play with her, you make your interaction wild and sexual, you leave bites and bruises on her she feels the next day and a few days after. Bitches love that shit.
  • Hold your fucking frame. Frame is a reality that you create. Don't let anyone change your reality in which you are the best and the most dominant male.
  • Not being a douchebag and being intelligent and a bit witty is all it takes to be a cut above all nerds on dating apps. Be a normal human being and don't be autistic in text. Banter, make jokes, brag a little to tease her and you'll be all set.