Summary: Went on date with HB9. Had revelation about not putting a ceiling on own potential and putting aside the "cool guy" attitude.

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Hello Brothers,

Been "unplugged" for 2 years now. Had an eye-opening date last night.

I go on tinder dates a good amount (maybe 2 a week). I'm a busy law student so only have so much time to put into this hobby.

Anyway, usually girls end up being 1 or 2 points below their portrayed SMV. I've been able to land girls around HB6 or 7 with relative ease, but haven't had any 8 or 9 dates.

Last night changed all that. Normally I look at tinder dates with the mindset of: what is the least amount I have to give in order to get laid? Therefore I usually only have 1 - 2 beers and always go dutch.

This girl, I'll call her Cindy, looked real good though. Model body, 4'11, beautiful features and vivacious. I decided to take a chance and just cut loose. We had a few dates set up over the past week but they'd fallen through for one reason or another. I was gonna take her to a nice-ass bar and we were going to have fun.

I took an Uber there and she looked even better in person. She was a 9 with a tight little body, beautiful face and ice blue eyes. Dressed very stylish, hair all done up, and spunky attitude. I was confident, funny, used my big English major vocabulary (which I've found bitches love btw because it separates you from the Gronks) and just cut loose. We got expensive drinks and food and hit it off. The venue was intimate and small, there was live music, dark lighting.

I decided to let go of the "cool guy" attitude that I've been working on getting rid of and just embraced the fun. I was passionate, witty, and funny. We had a blast. We made out like teenagers in that bar, all but ripping each other's clothes off. I'm sure the wait staff was disgusted but I gave them and the band nice tips.

Cindy refused to come back to my place because she doesn't fuck on the first date. She promised if I just wait (intimating if I make her my girlfriend) then she'll fuck all I want. She told me she only had sex with 2 guys (lol) and that she hasn't had sex in 2 years (lol!) so has a lot of pent up frustration I can help her release. Interestingly she didn't want to know my N count. Regardless, I didn't even care if I fucked this girl or not. Being with her was like having a high-quality escort for a night of fun (sans sex, obviously).

One revelation I had is that you have to pay to play with high-quality girls. I know a lot of RPers will raise their voices in protest, but it's true. If you were a high quality woman that worked hard on her body, nails, hair, invested in clothing, was well-spoken, educated, fun and energetic, you would expect dudes to take out their wallets. It's that simple. Money attracts beauty. It's a transaction.

Anyway, the MAIN point of this field report is that I realized there is Another Level. Sure, I've been working out a few times a week, honing my social skills and work connections, but I didn't truly understand that I could have access to real high-quality women and not just tinder sluts. I had accepted my level and accepted a gradual increase in quality through self-betterment utilizing TRP toolkit.

After last night, I was there. I was a fucking king. I was Leo with a beautiful piece on my arm in a nice establishment. She was right there with me too. On the same sheet of music. I could see it in her eyes. It was tangible. I had reached the Next Level.

I went home and slept, got up at 6:30 to review homework and prepare for my day. I kicked ass in class because I was prepped, I went and busted my ass at the gym. And tonight I'm going to one of my plates' birthday celebrations.

Lesson Learned:

The point is, There Is Another Level. You CAN be with gorgeous women. You CAN excel at school and work. You CAN be a socialite. I'm fucking motivated, and you should be too. So don't get discouraged when you've been in the trenches so long you don't even know where you stand and have lost sight of your own potential.

Because one day you'll wipe the sweat off your brow, put your shovel down, and realize you're somewhere new.

*edited for formatting.