I decided to get back on Tinder a few weeks ago and have been having a lot of fun. I’ve been reading TRP for about 8 months and—let me tell you—it has been life changing. My inner game has never been higher. Outcome independence, abundance mentality, maintaining frame… It all works. And I’m a lot happier too. I wanted to share a FR from this weekend.

I made a few Tinder matches and started to make plans to meet. Now, I know how flaky girls can be, so I started making plans with multiple girls for Saturday night. One HB6 was going to come over but then went radio silent that day (sure sign of a flake). Another HB6 eagerly wanted me to come over to her house for a beer. I was about 30 minutes from leaving my place when things got interesting. I had another Tinder match and she messaged me right away. This girl was a solid 7.5.

Her: I’ll just be honest, you’re a beautiful man.

Me: I’ll just be honest, you have great taste.

Her: well obviously

Me: What are you up to tonight?

Her: not much; hanging out. listening to music. what about you?

Me: I’m just at home. It’s a shame… I have this big empty house with no company.

Her: that is a shame

Me: Yeah. If only I had an Ashley to drink a beer and make conversation.

Her: If I wasn’t meeting up with some friends in a while, I’d be all about that

Now, this is where BP me would have screwed myself over. But I understood how preselection would play in my favor. BP me wouldn’t have mentioned the beer date with the other girl. But since reading TRP, I knew this could only play in my favor. I decide though that the delivery of this truth had to be subtle at first so that it wasn’t obvious what I was doing (let the hamster get going a little).

Me: I’m supposed to meet with a friend too. After? If you’re a night owl.

Her: perhaps

Me: Okay. I’m just meeting a girl for a beer, but you seem more interesting. Here’s my number. Text me later.

Her: you seem more interesting than my plans in general.

Game, set, match. I knew dropping that I already had plans with another girl would give her the tingles. She asked what time I thought I’d be done getting drinks, and I told her when she was ready to come over, I’d hit the eject button. I did end up going over to the first girl’s house. She was alright—except not as cute as her pictures. She had hit the wall hard. When I was done at this girl’s house, I messaged Tinderella again.

Me: How’s the night? I’ll be home at 10:30.

Her: I didn’t end up going out. I’m listening to music and taking a bubble bath instead. srsly better.

At this point she gives me her number and we start texting. She asked where about I lived and I told her. At this point she starts putting up a little LMR to meeting. “That’s way too far. It will take too long.” “I’m not putting makeup on or getting dressed” “It’s late.” So this is where I get a little creative and try to maintain frame as best I can. I asked where about she lived. She told me the cross streets near her house (“State and main street”). She was right—she lived damn clear across town.

We text a few more times, and I tell her, “I’m about to leave my place. State and main street, right? I’ll be over in 15 minutes. What’s your address?” I think this was key. Old BP me would have asked her, “Can I come over? Is this okay?” Instead, I showed confidence, decisiveness, and didn’t negotiate with her. I maintained frame. Of course she could have said no, but she didn’t. She gave me her address and told me she’d leave the lights on outside. Bingo.

And let me tell you, gentlemen… This sexy hippie girl answered her door in a button-up shirt, no pants, and knee long socks, with those Tina Fey glasses on that just kill me. It was all easy after that. We had a few beers, chatted, and then to the bedroom. We woke up in the middle of the night and did it again. And in the morning. Twice.

Thank you, TRP. I would not be having this kind of fun without all the great posts. If you’re new, read the sidebar, lift, focus on yourself. Internalize TRP philosophy—inner game is your biggest asset. It pays off. Thoughts?