tl;dr - Went on my first Tinder date after nearly 250 matches, ended up banging the girl within 1.5 hours.

Intro This shit works. Just under a year ago I was in the same position that you are now, and that many others have been in before us. You don't realize it, but the ideas you digest here are subconsciously stored, and will manifest themselves in your life if you take the action necessary.

Most of us (Except you, Chad) are prone to betadom. Why wouldn't we be? After all, the beta way is the most worry-free, effortless path one could choose. What's the point in playing the system when you can just roll over and accept the slop spoon-fed to you by those who have power? Just like you, I have decided against this.

My journey began just under a year ago and I have seen a drastic evolution in my lifestyle as a consequence. Through most of that time period I was in an LTR with a girl who was undeserving of my commitment; still I studied and put to use the ideas and theories presented by the community to great success.

As my wisdom grew, so did my desire for more. As my personal standards increased, my inter-personal standards followed. I decided to cease the monogamy and take control of my relationship, it was met with little resistance when she realized she didn't have a choice; the attempts that were made being thwarted insignificantly.

And so came tinder.

Body After nearly 250 matches, I was beginning to become a bit discouraged by Tinder's utility for a man of my caliber. Despite being a > 6' tall white man, I received very minimal returns on my time investment. I flip-flopped from opener to opener looking for the magic words to make each and every tinder hoe's panties vanish in an instant, but to no avail. Despite the fact that I don't have a lot of pictures of myself (something I've now prioritized), which I believe put me at a disadvantage, I expected at least a marginal success rate on the app.

Success struck on Month #2 of using the app, after 250 matches. I attend a large state university, and despite it being a known party school, the amount of girls active on tinder is largely insignificant in proportion to the student body. Still, I marched on in hopes of a chance to test my newfound abilities. After dozens of number exchanges and flakes, I found success in an odd fashion.

What was my opener? What did I text her to get the date? What was my date idea? None of that matters. My opener was a random thought I had about the nature of the interaction "2am tinder squad". What did I text her? I didn't, the entire 12 message interaction was all done through the app, I still don't have her number. What was my date idea? We sat outside a coffee chain and didn't even order anything.

If any of this strikes you as odd it's because you're not getting the bigger picture. GIRLS WANT TO GET LAID TOO. Beta Billy might counter with "But I don't have any girls coming up to me and asking for my dick casually!", that's because you aren't worth the fuck. Don't be a bitch and cry about it, do something.

So that's what I did. After a brief exchange, I qualified her and "assumed the sale" with date-talk. My date-talk was met with a response of "Oh? And when is this date?", from there I simply stated a time and place convenient for me and left it. Funny thing is, SHE CONFIRMED THE DATE WITH ME ON THE DAY OF. This is when I knew I had her.

I almost bitched out and didn't meet her, making rationalizations like "She's probably fat" , "I wouldn't be able to fuck her anyway" and loads of other horse-shit. I even had to postpone the date by 15 minutes just so I had time to brush my teeth and get ready. I met her at the allocated time and walked in to see that she was at least HB7, maybe HB8, and was obviously dressed up for me. The first thing I did was hug her, escalation- piece of cake. I didn't like the seat she chose so I directed her to come sit outside for some fresh air. We sat down and my first words were "What do you do?". How fucking basic is that? The reason this works is because I genuinely want to spend my time with cool and interesting people. I have an abundance in both women and male friends, so I am making sure she fits that mold. After seemingly endless qualification I decided that I was interested, which began to leak through in my body language as the interaction progressed.

After nearly half an hour of small-talk, I brought up smoking and drinking to drive the transition between settings and fine-tune logistics. The location I chose is located directly adjacent to my apartment building, perfect for transitioning. I had her drive into the parking garage and then we went to my room so I could pack a bowl.

We arrived at my place and I told her to sit on the couch, unintentional compliance testing. We packed the bowl and smoked a bit of it and then I told her I wanted to go smoke on the roof of my complex. I got up with my gear and headed to the door and noticed a clear IOI, she had left her bag sitting on the couch. It was at this point in the interaction that I knew I had passed the point of no return; it was either bang or bust.

We made it up to the roof and I qualified her some more and built a bit more comfort, just like I did at coffee. After 30 minutes of this I bounced her again to a different outlook with chairs, and did the same thing. Easy as 3.14. When the conversation arrived at musical taste I knew it was time to go back to the apartment, we had the same favorite band.

Let me take this time to address something- THIS GIRL AND I HAD A LOT IN COMMON. I'm sure that helped drive the interaction so I recommend you be on the lookout for your "type". Not to say that I wouldn't have success with other girls, but it's an important detail.

We walked back and on the way I qualified her a bit more on her musical taste and rewarded her with some light-kino, an arm around the back. By the time we got to my door, I let go and entered, she followed. I went to my room to get the music started and she lingered in the living room for a moment, I simply called for her and she came right away. She sat down on my bed while I was in my desk chair and I said something positive and motioned for her to sit on my leg. She came obediently.

After half a song, I went and laid down on my bed and she followed me to it. We talked for a few minutes and I decided that I wanted to kiss her. I grabbed her neck lightly and pulled her in for 5-10 seconds then pulled away and continued the conversation. After this, I brought up relationship talk, asking what made her come on tinder, she gave me the shpiel about how her beta-ex had went full-retard on her and she lost attraction, I responded to this with an EFA (Thanks Blackdragon) stating that I hate it when people "get clingy and don't understand that there's a whole world out there to experience". She ate this up and fell right in.

From there I couldn't stand there and watch her lick her lips anymore, so I went in for the kiss. I didn't like the angle we had come together at so I picked her up and threw her down beneath me and mounted her. I then proceeded to grope her all over and whisper shit in her ear like "I'm gonna demolish that tight little pussy" and "You'll be lucky if you make it down one flight of stairs" she replied with "You promise?".

So yeah, I fucked the shit out of her until she screamed and eventually bled on my dick, THEN ASKED FOR MORE (I used a condom dw). Got rough- choking, spanking, the whole 9 yards. I like that shit. Sloots are awesome. Tinder is awesome. TRP is awesome.

After the fact, we talked for a minute or two and then I told her to leave. Walked her to her car and then proceeded to say goodbye without even asking for her number, I know she'll come back for another premium dicking.

Also- on the way back from dropping her at her car, I found a 5g bag of weed on the sidewalk. I'm not spiritual, but I think that's a thumbs up to TRP from the man upstairs.

Respect.