Day game is inferior to online dating in a quantitative sense. If you are merely looking for a woman to sex up, you will find one more quickly on Plenty of Fish or OK Cupid than you will in meatspace. This is the one and only consistent advantage of online dating.
Nearly every woman that seeks a man online may be described as difficult, in one way or another. The great majority of women who frequent the online dating sites have children. Those who don’t, will tend to want to have children — with your semen, and usually without your prior consent. The vast majority of them have questionable histories. Most of them are ensnared in bad habits: alcohol problems, smoking (marijuana or tobacco – often both), prescription painkillers… Some of them will have HPV, HSV, HIV, Hepatitis, or something similar. None of them will disclose any of this up front.
One of the most obvious problems with meeting women online is the ease with which such women can hide behind dishonest profiles. A sincere man will not realize the extent of any particular woman’s dysfunction before meeting her in person, and many women are able to mask their bad qualities for weeks. By this time, our brother has had sexual intercourse with her a dozen times, and has often met members of her family. Only when he is sufficiently invested will he get a glimpse of the actual woman behind the mask she has so carefully crafted for him. The persona slowly dissolves as the woman feels more and more comfortable in her conquest. She feels like she has you, or at least she has what she wants from you, before you ever really get to know her.
The woman who features herself on a dating site knows, better than you, that she is an inferior specimen. She assumes, due to the fact that you are receptive to her, that you are also inferior. You will play along with her charade, as she pretends to be normal, and as you do so, the conversation dries up, the sex gets progressively less interesting, and she begins to manifest the same sort of disrespect for you that she had for all the men who came before you. This is, at the very least, understandable. If you’re playing the game the correct way, and you’re convincing enough, she likely concludes you’re an idiot. (As she is a useless skank, and useless skanks don’t fool anyone but fools, your status is tautological).
If you’re anything like me, you tire quickly of that sort of nonsense, and you head it off by pulling a fade. This is my own term, but I didn’t invent the tactic. I’ve heard it described by others as a soft ghosting. You quit texting her. When she texts you twice, you text her once. You’re always polite, but equally noncommittal.
And as wimminz are wimminz, they will often reappear in your life when it is most convenient for them. Christmas, New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day. The specimen below is a good example. I met her online. We had fun for a couple of weeks, and as she got more and more nasty, I was less and less inclined to respond to her. She invited me to spend her birthday with her in early December. I declined. She pouted. I ignored.
Until New Year’s Eve, when (I must assume) she found herself without a date. She sent me a “what’s up” type message in mid-afternoon. Three hours later, when I didn’t respond with an invitation to meet, she needed “closure.”
Wimminz will often reappear to “get closure” — that is, to re-write the narrative. Apparently she wanted me to know that it was she who was breaking up with me, and not the other way around. Never mind the fact that no breakup was possible, given the ontological commitment never existed.
Pulling a fade is, objectively speaking, incredibly rude. Even so, it’s something of an unfortunate necessity with the emotionally stunted and brain-damaged women one is likely to meet through an online matchmaker. In the vindictive #metoo era, it seems generally preferable to let the unstable have the last word.