So when I started out about eight years ago, I used to actively push back against women wasting my time or just generally being sh!tty people - never got to the point of name-calling or hurting them purely for the sake of it - but I had no qualms about letting them know exactly how they were fvcking up (and boy did I let them know that I was letting them know!) It was just something that I needed to do at the time - I got over myself eventually.
These days I'm more inclined to drop them without an explanation and quietly move on. It takes some pretty special fvck-tardery for me to get into a big back-and-forth with a woman I'm ejecting on. I think a lot of us think that it's pointless because for every aspiring DJ who's willing to take her to task, there's a hundred other chumps ready to roll over, look past her wretchedness and tell her what she wants to hear. So why bother dispensing those hard truths right? What's to be gained? Wrestling with pigs etc.
New girl hits me up on PoF: lousy, non-existent profile; one extremely vague photo; and a well-written but pretty fvcking obnoxious message - tells me just how "compassionate" and "emotionally intelligent" she thinks she is and invites me to dinner that very night. Ok weirdo - the effort is nice in a way, but the execution is jarringly bad - my hackles are up so I gently sh!t-test her on the lousy profile - she doubles down on the psychobabble, starts spamming my inbox with excuses - aaaaand I'm out. Morbid fascination gets the better of me and I'm like, Jesus lady, do you actually think this is how you build rapport with someone? Cue the full-on meltdown, name-calling, questioning of my sexuality, you guys know what that bag of tricks looks like - I even got my own little 'tribute' on her profile for a while
Very entertaining.
She also wrote back to inform me that she hooked up a date that very night with someone who "wasn't a total a$$hole right off the bat". Yep, that figures, no shortage of pvssy beggars who don't know crazy when they see it.
Now the surprising part.
Over the next week her profile continued to document her melt-down. Couldn't believe my eyes - evidently the other men of PoF were knocking her back, calling her out, telling her to take her crazy elsewhere - and she was furious about it! Now of course, as she tells it, the knuckle-draggers on PoF were simply too stupid and unevolved to appreciate all her "emotional intelligence" (yep, still pushing that barrow).
She rage-quit by week's end. An average-looking but obnoxious and socially-retarded woman was rejected utterly by the majority of the men on PoF. Never thought I'd get to write that sentence!
These days I'm more inclined to drop them without an explanation and quietly move on. It takes some pretty special fvck-tardery for me to get into a big back-and-forth with a woman I'm ejecting on. I think a lot of us think that it's pointless because for every aspiring DJ who's willing to take her to task, there's a hundred other chumps ready to roll over, look past her wretchedness and tell her what she wants to hear. So why bother dispensing those hard truths right? What's to be gained? Wrestling with pigs etc.
New girl hits me up on PoF: lousy, non-existent profile; one extremely vague photo; and a well-written but pretty fvcking obnoxious message - tells me just how "compassionate" and "emotionally intelligent" she thinks she is and invites me to dinner that very night. Ok weirdo - the effort is nice in a way, but the execution is jarringly bad - my hackles are up so I gently sh!t-test her on the lousy profile - she doubles down on the psychobabble, starts spamming my inbox with excuses - aaaaand I'm out. Morbid fascination gets the better of me and I'm like, Jesus lady, do you actually think this is how you build rapport with someone? Cue the full-on meltdown, name-calling, questioning of my sexuality, you guys know what that bag of tricks looks like - I even got my own little 'tribute' on her profile for a while
Very entertaining.
She also wrote back to inform me that she hooked up a date that very night with someone who "wasn't a total a$$hole right off the bat". Yep, that figures, no shortage of pvssy beggars who don't know crazy when they see it.
Now the surprising part.
Over the next week her profile continued to document her melt-down. Couldn't believe my eyes - evidently the other men of PoF were knocking her back, calling her out, telling her to take her crazy elsewhere - and she was furious about it! Now of course, as she tells it, the knuckle-draggers on PoF were simply too stupid and unevolved to appreciate all her "emotional intelligence" (yep, still pushing that barrow).
She rage-quit by week's end. An average-looking but obnoxious and socially-retarded woman was rejected utterly by the majority of the men on PoF. Never thought I'd get to write that sentence!
