So after finding the Red Pill here back in August, I finally have the opportunity to post my first Field Report. This is the first time I have ever put Red Pill tenets in action since becoming consciously aware of them.

I've been on a sexual dry spell since my ex-fiancee left me back in October of 2009, and I did get a shitty blowjob from a college classmate that I hated in January of 2011. I've only had one one-nighter back in 2008 and I had no idea what I was doing because I was hammered on whiskey. So I feel like this experience was everything happening for the first time.

I ended up being matched on Tinder with a chick that's pretty cute. Tinder has been very hit or miss for me. Mainly miss where I live, hit when I'm out on vacation in terms of number of matches.

Instead of doing the whole back and forth bullshit with where you're from, what you do, blah, blah, blah, I made banter with the picture that she had of her and her baby niece by saying "Awe, how adorable. And oh, you look kind of cute yourself."

We're in. She tells me she's a doctor, and I ask her if she talks in purely clinical terminology in the sack. She says she hasn't had that happen...yet. She asked me what I did, and I said that I designed electronic devices. She says that technological savvy makes me sexy in her book. Fuck, did I just beta bucks myself?

After chatting about some college football, I made plans to take her to a bar by my apartment, and she lives right in the same area, so it's close for both of us. And by making plans, I was direct in choosing place and time, without asking questions. She can't wait.

Day of, she was coming off of a full two weeks of night rotation, and said she was really tired and thought it would be best if she caught up on her sleep and she hoped I understood. Normally, I would say something supplicating or immediately try to lock down a different day. This time I just responded "Okay".

Didn't think about it until two weeks later and I had nothing going on for this past Friday. So I texted her saying that "I'm cashing in my raincheck for Friday at 830, same place." Mind you, she never offered a reschedule date, so I was just like fuck it, see what happens. She said she'd love that and asked what the plan was. I said to play darts and some bubble hockey. Her performance would determine her reward/punishment. She said that sounded like a lovely time.

I get to the bar and she's not there. No big deal, Labatt Blue on special. Pint for me. She ends up being about 15 minutes late, we share introductory pleasantries and she says she'll get us the first round for cancelling the first date and being late. I told her she read my mind and laughed. We then move upstairs to play darts, and this is where paying attention to this place helped a bunch. Another couple was playing next to us, and I dropped the hammer in cricket. One of my best games. The guy said I was supposed to take it easy on her. I said "No chance, besides we know we're supposed to be dominating." He laughed and acknowledged. While me and my date were passing darts, I made sure to interlock fingers or rub hands, and even one time spun her around and told her "I just wanted to see what I was getting myself into". In bubble hockey, I accidentally scored an own goal at the death to lose 2-1. Ah, whoops.

We go to leave, and I suggest that we should watch Scrubs as we were talking about it earlier and both find the show hilarious. I said we could head to my place, but she said it would make the walk home for her too far as we live in opposite directions. I said I had a big bed, and she said she wasn't sleeping over on the first night. So I said fine, we'll go over to your place then. She asked me about the long walk, but I said just brushed it off, saying it wasn't actually as long as she thought. On the walk over she told me to not expect anything to happen, and that she just wanted to make sure my expectations weren't too high. Red Pill to the rescue! "You're jumping to a lot of conclusions, missy!". She laughed and we get into her place.

We watch one episode of Scrubs while on her couch playing a little bit of footsie and as soon as the episode is over, I planted one on her. We're off to the races. Heavy making out, begin feeling under her shirt, shirt comes off. Another Red Pill tenet here. Every time I grabbed her by the neck (not choking, but just palm to side of neck), she responded wildly. Pressing my face into her's. Grinding her pussy onto my crotch. Kissing the side of my head as I'm sucking on her nipples. I was just like, holy fuck, Red Pill was right. I would have never have had the balls to try this before.

Now this is where I get a bit confused about LMR vs. actual boundaries. Every time I tried to get my hands down her pants, she kept whispering "not on the first date". First time, just went back to suckling her boobs and making out with her. Waited a few minutes, tried to just start kissing down her stomach and to her pussy, but she said the same thing. Third time, I asked her if she was "my naughty doctor" and she whispered yeah, and put my hands on her pussy outside of her pants and started grabbing for my dick. After a few minutes of that, I grabbed her hand and stuck it down my pants, and she left them there. Figuring that was my in, I took my pants off and she started stroking me off. I asked her to spit on it, as it was dry and we didn't have lube, and she said "no oral on our first date." She kept saying "our" instead of "the" for first date stuff, but that could be meaningless. So I let her beat me off as we kept making out. It was actually really hot and more than I've gotten in 4 years.

So after we clean up, I go to leave, and we keep making out the whole time. She playfully mentions that I left her a huge hickey. I said that she liked it, and she said she loved it.

Texted not the next day, but the morning after that saying that I was going to apologize for the hickey but I wasn't sorry and that the cold front that just blew threw gave her an out for a scarf. She said she loved wearing fall scarves and that she enjoyed our night.

TL/DR: -broke huge sexual dry spell -enjoyed evening with cute, fun girl -did not get oneitis like my first one-nighter -broke down some shit tests/LMR but not all thanks to RP -kino thanks to RP

Question: - Should I have just upped and left after the second/third tries at getting my hands down her pants? I get the freeze-out theory and given that we met on Tinder, she should have been DTF (she did say I was her first date ever on Tinder, which I know is probably BS). It was hard to think I should be walking away as she's grabbing on my crotch and that's the first time that's happened in 4 years. But if she was serious about wanting to go further on our next date, then I don't want to be completely disrespectful if that was truly her comfort level for a first date. I feel like it would have been easier to just make a sandwich or something if I were at my place, but at her's it was either continue on or just flat out leave, and I did want to get my nut off somehow.

Summary: Used RP to get further than ever in a long, long time. Owe you guys a bunch. Want to continue learning. Thank you.