I believe it takes a good analysis in here.
Lets start from the guy:
I’m a fat, bald, short guy whose only quality is that he isn’t an ax murderer. I want to find the One, the special relationship that will last many years and multiply happiness.
There are already so many problems in here to begin with, from his value to his self confidence (based on his value) to his expectations which show how blue pilled and prisoner in his brainwashed mind he is.
I decided to hack the system and go for volume instead of personalization. To hell with romance. I was determined to find the One, even if it meant swiping right the whole Bay Area.
Thank god his brain tries to take over and comes up with a manly solution, once identified the problem he tries to solve it the most effective way with the less effort possible while recognizing that "romance" wasnt the priority deep down.
For any serious endeavor, you need a serious process. I wanted to find the perfect match, so I wasn’t going to be an amateur about it. I needed to come up with a rigorous and scientific process. Luck exists, but it can also be forced.
Here I like him, he wants to do things seriously and even talk about screwing "luck" but forcing it instead.
I had to qualify each lead — see with which girl there was a fit and with which there wasn’t, to maximize chances of finding the One.
I automated everything. Openers, follow-up messages, swiping, bookmarking, text messages and phone number recording. The machine was well-oiled.
Nicely done kid, is that dopamine and testosterone kicking in your brain? screening girls while turning the process full auto, basically managing women as objects.
I became an online dating magician who knew how to optimize a profile — A/B testing pictures and message. If I changed my profile picture and got more “likes” as a result, that meant it was better. I was tracking data, which made it easy to see what performed best.
He is adapting...at least he is clever
Volume created new problems
The excess of choice made me wary of missing out on my perfect match. Now, I wanted to meet them all. To make sure I wouldn’t miss out, I designed a rigorous first-date process.
- Coffee only. It was cheaper and provided an exit for both participants. You know within the first 30 seconds whether it’s going to be a good fit.
- Nearby location. I’d send an Uber when distance was an issue.
- Parallelized dates — up to three a day — to speed up process and increase time efficiency.
- After the date, I would write observations on a spreadsheet to avoid blunders. After asking “how’s your day” up to three times a day, I got confused. I once asked a girl who had spent the entire first date telling me a very sad story about her being an orphan. On our second date, I asked her how her parents were doing. That was an awkward moment. If you’re reading this, I apologize.
Is it what we are doing here somehow?
Anyway too late to keep doing my analysis, my insomnia is already bad enough and tomorrow I want to be productive.