This was originally posted as a response within AskTRP to a guy wondering how he should have pushed through LMR with his Tinder date who was already in his bed and drinking his wine. At the request of a few other users, I am reposting it here.

Tl;dr: She told me she wouldn't fuck me eight or nine separate times. Spoiler alert: We fucked all night.

If she went home with you, accepted alcohol from you and got in your bed, she wanted to bang. In your shoes, I would have escalated in a "two steps forward, one step back" style, just like the old PUA routines.

Once, I was Tindering and hit up a girl about random shit, she told me she was getting a late night snack at the local university at a place near her dorm. I knew the spot really well because I had another plate sleeping in the same dorm building (lol), so I told her I'd meet her there. It was 11pm, she agreed, in my mind it was on.

Got there, ate some of her fries, random discussion about my cats, and she says "Good thing you're tall. I have a suitcase on the top shelf of my closet and I need to pack but I can't reach it." (This girl was like 5'0.)

All systems are clearly go. Plausible deniability and anti slut defence at 100% efficiency. I'm ready to bang her into her next life, when we get into her dorm, and she says "Kay, get the suitcase. We're not having sex."

What the fuck, right? But I don't break frame. "Cool." I get the suitcase, then take a seat in her chair. Start joking about packing for trips and what would she have done without me. Move onto her bed. She hits me with it again: "We're not having sex." I smile, hold frame, and use one of my favourite lines: "Don't worry. We won't do anything we don't both want to do." This line is GOLD. It's gotten me into dozens of bedrooms.

Eventually, while we're talking, she starts to relax, lies facedown on the bed. My mind is working quickly, trying to hamster up some plausible deniability. I decide to bullshit. Said some of the dumbest shit ever, but with confidence.

"You've been really needing a massage, haven't you."

"How would you know that?"

"Your tailbone. See how it's sticking out so far? It's a sign that your lower back muscles are extremely tight. People who stretch a lot or get habitual massages, it tends to lie a lot flatter within the loosened muscles and you won't see it stick out as much."

"Really? That's so weird! I've actually never had a massage."

I'm in. I start massaging, slowly, upper back, shoulders, lower back, heading down lower, tailbone... Then I take off my shirt. Sit her up, pull her shirt off (she raised her arms and made it easy -- compliance), lay her back down.

"We're not having sex." "Ok."

Continue my massage, shirt off. I unsnap her bra from the back in a fast movement (very good move to have), she continues lying there enjoying it. Move down to her ass, grab her pants, start to pull them down.

"Whoa. We're not sleeping together tonight." "I know. What did I just tell you about your tailbone? And about not doing what we don't both want to do? Relax."

She lets her pants and underwear come off in the same pull.

Continued my massage for a bit, flipped her over, looked into her eyes. Male hamster churns. Here's my next hilariously bullshit line.

"I'm gonna put a condom on, just in case. You're naked now, and even if all I do is massage, I don't want any accidents."

"We're not gonna sleep together."

"Don't worry, it's cool. I'm just a careful guy."

I get the condom on, pull her into me, kiss her deep, and press myself against her. She moans, wraps her heels around my ass, and gasps,

"I might just sleep with you tonight."

As we say, the rest is history.

Fucked her three times that night all over that dorm room, plated her successfully, and held onto her for a few months until I got too busy and moved on from her with good feelings. She was a nice girl.

Moral of the story? WATCH CLOSELY FOR COMPLIANCE. She lifted her arms to let her shirt off. No physical resistance. She allowed me to move her wherever. No tenseness in her body, I held frame and she knew she could relax with me.

And then I pushed until I hit resistance, moved back, calibrated, eased her ASD with tons of total bullshit (and she KNEW it was total bullshit, who would believe anything I said?) but it let her believe it "just happened" and prevented her from self-identifying as a slut, because as we all know, to her she was a snowflake.

Eventually, you'll reach a stage where once she enters your home and the door closes, she's yours, and no amount of ASD will get in your way. Girls know what they're doing, but the shit tests will come harder and harder until you get better at asserting frame so early in the interaction that they know they're fine with getting fucked before you even bring up calling a cab. Then the issues will almost totally disappear. Until then, hold frame! Frame is the answer to pretty much every problem you'll ever have.

And don't be a retard. Listen for a "NO" and obey it. Don't go out and rape unsuspecting women because an internet post told you to dismiss shit tests. Calibrate for your situation, because if a girl is serious about the no, she will make it very apparent. And send "I had fun" texts to secure yourself!

Hope you all can gain some knowledge from this.