TLDR; Learning to flick shit tests and last-minute-resistance aside has become very rewarding, but also opened my eyes to AWALT. This is a quick Field Report on that subject.

Met a Carrie Underwood (country singer) look-alike at a bar Saturday. Didn't have time to close that night, but got her number, ended up meeting her last night to shoot some pool and have a few beers. Had great conversaton, lots of kino, made out in the pool hall. The entire time we were playing, I did nothing but tease her and diss on her. She ate it up. Took her to get a slice of pizza at the best spot in town. They don't have tables, just a walk up window, so I told her we were taking it back to my house. She pretended to be concerned about coming home, but I ignored it. Got back to my house, played her a song on my guitar, initiated sexual contact. Here's where she finally put up some shit tests and resistance. Her first test was when I tried to take off her top; "That's not coming off tonight." My response; "I forgot what it's like to be in high school." Continued to be sexually agressive without taking it off. Tried again, same thing. Third try, it came off without resistance. Pants were next. Shit test/LMR: "I'm not an easy girl, I have this thing called self respect." My response; "I've never heard anyone link their self-respect to their sexuality, but ok..." kissed my way down her stomach. LMR; "You're not playing fair." My response "All is fair..." pants came off. She took her own panties off without resistance. Three times she said "I should really go..." while I was kissing and touching her erogenous zones. She was literally gasping with her legs wrapped around me. Just ignored that shit. As I penetrated her, she moaned/gasped "This isn't how things were supposed to go tonight." My response; "but you're sure happy that they did."

Other AWALT and shit tests;

"How many women have you brought home to this bed?" My response; "This week?"

"I NEVER have had a first date end up like this" My response; eyeroll and smirk

Her; "You're a real charmer" (after I called her a twat). My response; "No, I'm an asshole."

Long story short, everyone ended the night smiling and satisfied, because I had the guile to swat her paltry tests out of the air.

Lesson learned; my blue-pill self would have been terrified to touch a girl with this high of a SMV. Now, I realize that all women are the same, if you assert yourself correctly they all crumble. They'll throw up some tests to see if you're a bitch; but if you see yourself as being on a pedestal above her, they're easy to pass. Reading TRP has helped me pass these tests without even thinking about it anymore.

EDIT: Lots of voices are concerned with this being date-rape-like. I was fairly brief in my report, so will elaborate on the evening so people can get a feel for what was happening.

She was 100% digging me from the minute we met. Touching me, come-fuck-me eyes, checking out my package, making out, sitting on my lap, etc. We joked about our future children and divorce, how I plan on showing her around my city this summer (she's new in town), etc.

Before I started undressing her, I mentioned a second date. I plan on going out with her again, so it was honest, and if you drop the second date card when you're trying to hook up on the first date... that shit is like magic boys. I'm not going to play moral judge, but my opinion is, only play that card if you honestly want to see her again.

Her body was tense and primed for sex during our LMR banter. She was grinding her pelvis on mine, running her fingers through my hair, heavy kissing, she put her hand down my pants at one point. So anyone who got the impression that she was resisting... Shut the fuck up, m'k? It was a game, she was testing me, I shoved her test down her throat with my dick.

If you get the vibe from her body language that she's shutting down or doesn't want it, use some common sense and back off for five minutes. This was not that kind of situation. If I had been a little bitch when she threw up her LMR, I know she wouldn't have fucked me. But since I wasn't a bitch, she melted.

I hope that alleviates some of you worry-warts' concerns.