Getting with a rich girl

In a sub flooded by incels and cooks, there just might be a rising Chad or two. A rising slayer who’s gazing towards a fresh horizon of juicy pussy while breaking free of the chains of betahood. In a world filled with black pills, angry feminists, shit tests and cucks, he who muster the courage to take strides towards the path of adventure is who I write for. The brave young man who swallowed the red pill and dreaming of feasting with the Gods in Chadhalla.

As I absorbed and armed myself with the knowledge from the holiest of Side Bars and tread forward; I share to you, news from the front lines of the Pussy Wars.

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I was visiting a new city for work and stayed over the weekend. so I fired up the ol’ slut trap and started swiping.

Matched with a Tinderella who looked nice and had just started studying here. We kept it short and sweet in the dm’s, scheduled a meet up the next day and it was off to the races.

We both got there 10min late and met up in the queue to get a table. She was way better looking in real life than in the pictures and I was taken aback. I thought damn she is fine, and in a classy way too. Not in the plastic thot kind of way, but more like the Dior/celebrity type. I actually felt my pulse rise, a girl hasn't made me feel like that in a while now.

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I tightened my shit up ‘cause ya boy is not a slave to his hindbrain, and we enjoyed some drinks outside in the sun. The conversation went alright, getting to know each other and joking around a bit. She was a rich girl from the capital city, ballet dancer and studied Russian. She was straight forward, clever and I would guess had rejected countless betas.

Conversation ebbed and flowed, and eventually the sun went down. Three hours had gone by at this point. We relocated to another restaurant for some more drinks and some snacks. It turned out to be a bit more fancy than I expected, but I played it cool and we got a table.

Note to self: Check out the places around before you go with a date there and have some options.

We were hungry and got food and a bottle of wine, stayed two more hours and talked, apparently I was her first tinder date ever. The bill got pretty high, but I enjoyed the food so whatever. Actually, she paid the bill, so welcome to my feminist utopia country.

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After dinner I was ready to pull her back to my hotel, but she was hesitant and wanted some more drinks. It was 10pm on a Saturday night so I said sure. We got to another place and started drinking. I was a bit buzzed at this point and the conversation got bad. We argued because she was a spoiled brat who basically lived in a bubble of rich people, and was very picky and entitled. We struggled a bit to understand each other since we are from different places so that didn't help. She was basically accusing me of being from low class peasant stock (which in all honesty I am and I got offended). Shit tests was raining down on me like German artillery on Verdun.

I talked a bit of random shit and tried to steer the conversation back to something more fun and flirtatious. It did not work and it became awkward, which she explicitly did say. I was pretty sure it was game over at this point, but I pulled back and regrouped my game.

I caught myself acting like a bitch and recognized the shit test. I called the situation out and with all the amused mastery I could muster and said:
-“Look, I know it turned sour now but damn, what did you expect. You are not supposed to be out on a first date for 8 hours. Of course it gets stale just sitting and talking for this long.”
We agreed and reckoned that the date in general had been quite good up to this point.

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We finished our drinks and headed out. A bunch of drunk shady guys stood in the street and she was looking fine. I grabbed her around the hips and steered her through the pack of hungry wolves so she knew I wasn't no scared beta bitch. I caught a cab and asked her if she wanted to come back with me. I didn't really think she wanted to because of the argument and the ride to my hotel was 20 minutes. She was hesitant, so I told her to jump in the cab and she actually did. We had a good time in the cab with some touching and laughter.

When we got to the room it was on. I slapped her ass, choked her good and pulled her hair, which I enjoyed because of her behaviour earlier, she enjoyed it too and it was nice to release the tension. Fucked her again in the morning same thing, and off she went as a happy customer.

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TD;LR: A date a bit out of the ordinary for me. It went from damn to good, to bad and then back to good. I sharpened my game and released myself from the defeatist mindset that she was out of my league. A challenge for sure, but she ended up face down biting pillow like a good girl.