TL;DR Chad is the fastest man alive. Waste not a minute.

Hit it off with a solid 9 (yes a 9, fuck you) 23yo, social butterfly highly connected type.

Grabbed her number as I was leaving a bar one night after a 15 min convo, the next week we go out hiking- made out all over the mountain- afterwards get back to my place 930pm heavy petting/making out, but I (mistakenly) play the "leave her wanting more" game, also the "I'm somewhat of a decent guy" game-- tell her I'm going out to meet some friends (I really was, and had told her this earlier as well) We fondle a bit longer and then I walk her out, the smile on her face and body language giving me every signal of a positive sexual tension. She smile-bites her lip as she takes one last glance at me before getting in her car.

And then, she's a ghost. Like I seriously thought she may have died. One text the day after the date and a call 5 days after that. Zero response.

But lo and behold, 2 weeks later, I see her downtown with motherfucking Chad himself. Though actually I was quite proud of my visceral reaction to this- barely a twinge of jealousy that was quickly washed away by utter amusement as I whisper to myself, "Well played Red Pill, well played."

Chad is the fastest man alive.

Chad will swoop your plate so fast,

you'll think she died.