Hey guys.
The other night, a hottie I met on MySpace came over to my place. We’d already hung out once, and already had sex.
While she was over, she asked to check her account on my computer, because she wanted to show me some of the ridiculous E-mails she gets on a daily basis from random guys.
Needless to say, I thought to myself, “Hmm. This would be a FANTASTIC case-study. Let’s do it.”
So she logs on, using my computer, and right away, she has about six or seven new messages. All of them are from guys she doesn’t know—guys who’ve just randomly contacted her.
Together, we read through them—and laughed at how pathetic they all were.
In fact, I’m going to give you two examples—verbatim. She even forwarded a few to me later on, because they were particularly awful.
Here’s a good one, although it can barely be considered English:
“Hello/goodbye/never be normal unless abnormal is taken... This is me this very second you are welcome. OHHHHH yeah I am the biggest vertically challenged woman LUVA! Just read or move your eyes from left to right on my page and see what I said at those moments in the past. OHHH those moments.... Im back no sorries just had a mental pudding moment and guess what it was cold-yummy with the spoon. Vanilla was its name and spponing with you dog is really a wonderfun thing to say. GAWD I love your smile! It's like starfish and coffee, maple syrup and jam. Butterscotch clouds and a tamborine with side order of ham! see you real soon same our channel, sa,e our station!”
And here’s another very brief one, from a guy who had E-mailed her five times (without a response)
“please tell me what a guy has to do to get your attention?”
There were tons and tons of other E-mails, too. In fact, just to give you an idea of how many “random” E-mails a hot girl gets on MySpace…she had 41 pages of them—in the span of approximately one week.
There were guys who sent E-mails about her smile (yawn,) guys who—I kid you not—sent POEMS, and guys who came across as apologetic for even contacting her. It was absolutely pathetic. And you know what? Some of them were actually good-looking.
After we laughed at these guys for a good 30-minutes (it really was interesting—I couldn’t tear myself away,) I brought her into my bedroom and f*cked her again.
And you know what’s funny? This girl contacted ME. She saw my profile, and she E-mailed me telling me I had a great sense of humor. I looked at hers, saw she was attractive and intelligent, and from there, it was on.
My profile, in my objective opinion, comes across as indifferent, independent, reasonably humorous, and certainly NOT looking for random poontang. And that’s the truth. If it’s there, it’s there—great. If not, I’ve got plenty of friends I actually keep in touch with through MySpace, so I have reason enough to be there regardless.
Most of the attractive female “friends” I have on MySpace are ones who’ve contacted ME. I haven’t met all of them, but that’s because I’m a busy guy, and I’ve got to prioritize.
The lesson? If you’re a MySpace addict, continue to practice what we preach here. Not only does it work, but sometimes women will contact YOU first. Plenty of them will be unattractive, but it’s easy enough to delete those E-mails.
Setting up a solid MySpace profile is kind of like being a rich guy who invests in a risky stock—you have nothing to lose, so there’s no harm in trying in order to see what you can get out of it.
The other night, a hottie I met on MySpace came over to my place. We’d already hung out once, and already had sex.
While she was over, she asked to check her account on my computer, because she wanted to show me some of the ridiculous E-mails she gets on a daily basis from random guys.
Needless to say, I thought to myself, “Hmm. This would be a FANTASTIC case-study. Let’s do it.”
So she logs on, using my computer, and right away, she has about six or seven new messages. All of them are from guys she doesn’t know—guys who’ve just randomly contacted her.
Together, we read through them—and laughed at how pathetic they all were.
In fact, I’m going to give you two examples—verbatim. She even forwarded a few to me later on, because they were particularly awful.
Here’s a good one, although it can barely be considered English:
“Hello/goodbye/never be normal unless abnormal is taken... This is me this very second you are welcome. OHHHHH yeah I am the biggest vertically challenged woman LUVA! Just read or move your eyes from left to right on my page and see what I said at those moments in the past. OHHH those moments.... Im back no sorries just had a mental pudding moment and guess what it was cold-yummy with the spoon. Vanilla was its name and spponing with you dog is really a wonderfun thing to say. GAWD I love your smile! It's like starfish and coffee, maple syrup and jam. Butterscotch clouds and a tamborine with side order of ham! see you real soon same our channel, sa,e our station!”
And here’s another very brief one, from a guy who had E-mailed her five times (without a response)
“please tell me what a guy has to do to get your attention?”
There were tons and tons of other E-mails, too. In fact, just to give you an idea of how many “random” E-mails a hot girl gets on MySpace…she had 41 pages of them—in the span of approximately one week.
There were guys who sent E-mails about her smile (yawn,) guys who—I kid you not—sent POEMS, and guys who came across as apologetic for even contacting her. It was absolutely pathetic. And you know what? Some of them were actually good-looking.
After we laughed at these guys for a good 30-minutes (it really was interesting—I couldn’t tear myself away,) I brought her into my bedroom and f*cked her again.
And you know what’s funny? This girl contacted ME. She saw my profile, and she E-mailed me telling me I had a great sense of humor. I looked at hers, saw she was attractive and intelligent, and from there, it was on.
My profile, in my objective opinion, comes across as indifferent, independent, reasonably humorous, and certainly NOT looking for random poontang. And that’s the truth. If it’s there, it’s there—great. If not, I’ve got plenty of friends I actually keep in touch with through MySpace, so I have reason enough to be there regardless.
Most of the attractive female “friends” I have on MySpace are ones who’ve contacted ME. I haven’t met all of them, but that’s because I’m a busy guy, and I’ve got to prioritize.
The lesson? If you’re a MySpace addict, continue to practice what we preach here. Not only does it work, but sometimes women will contact YOU first. Plenty of them will be unattractive, but it’s easy enough to delete those E-mails.
Setting up a solid MySpace profile is kind of like being a rich guy who invests in a risky stock—you have nothing to lose, so there’s no harm in trying in order to see what you can get out of it.
