Some anonymous bitch cops to a pseudojournalist, at the New York Compost, all about the scam she’s been running on various Tinder-simps. Let’s hear the ho’ tell it.
Being a student is financially tough, and I’m the first to admit I don’t handle money as well as I probably should.
What I do to get by could be seen as ethically murky, but I’m confident I’m not doing anything illegal.
Please. There’s no law against exploiting the desperate. The only gripe I have is the feigned innocence and compassion for her marks.
I’m studying science and law so my workload is pretty heavy,
The fuck does that mean? Law school is not the place for an MS in Chemistry, in case you were wondering.
but I have also had a series of dodgy jobs to try to support myself.
Dodgy like prostitute? Dodgy like pot dealer?
I still work casual shifts waiting tables in a seafood restaurant but honestly, it’s barely enough to cover my living expenses. Most nights I eat rice with soy sauce.
No doubt you’re digging a six-figure hole getting that useless J.D., too. With luck you’ll pass the bar in a couple of years, only to end up working as a no-benefit temp for Kelly Legal Services, making 30 dollars an hour in the cubicle farm.
If I want to leave my tiny apartment and actually have some fun, that’s totally out of my pay range.
God forbid the bitch consider ditching her go-nowhere career plans, quit playing the skank, and get married to a nice man. That sort of sensible option is just not on the table.
My solution to that problem started innocently enough
When someone says some shit like this, you know it’s going to get good.
I was on Tinder and would occasionally go on a date or two, but I was super careful because I never wanted to be caught short on a date not being able to pay my way. Most guys I went out with suggested dinner in an expensive restaurant or cocktails in some bar.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested, I was just embarrassed at how poor I was.
Add to that, if I was going to be spending the last of my grocery money on a night out, the guy had to be pretty spectacular to warrant me starving for the rest of the week. If you’ve been on Tinder, you’ll know most guys aren’t.
Sounds like you’re nothing special, yourself… so why all the fronting?
It was all leaving me overwhelmed and just about ready to give up on the whole thing.
Like I said, God forbid you laser off the gang’s “property of” tattoo, put on a dress, and make eyes at Jimmy in the mail room. A normal life just isn’t nearly exciting enough for your used up ho’ ass.
That’s when I went on a date with Dan
Sounds like Dan rocked your pussy. Let’s hear the details.
Dan and I had been talking for a couple of weeks when he suggested we head out to a tapas bar. He seemed great and I was interested, so I checked my bank account and headed out, determined to share a couple of plates and maybe have one glass of wine.
When I got there, Dan looked about 10 years older than his pictures. And he was shorter than he said he was — and shorter than me.
No doubt you looked to dan about 50 pounds lighter in your photos, and at least six dozen cocks have pounded your holes since that profile pic was taken, too. I wonder what he thought?
He was a nice enough guy but that kind of false advertising bums me out, so I ended up having five glasses of rosè and heaps of food. I even ordered dessert. When the bill came, Dan insisted on paying, and for the first time, I thought, “F–k it, let him.”
I didn’t even feel the tiniest bit of guilt about letting Dan pay when I had no intention of seeing him again. He had a good job, he could afford it, and we had had a great chat and a few laughs.
Congratulations. You ripped Dan off.
And guess what? Dan deserves it.
Remember, brothers, if you spring for a fancy meal before you sample those holes, you deserve what you get.
It was then that the light bulb went on in my head
I could get used to hanging out with strangers for a decent meal. I’m hardly the first person to think of this — it even has its own dating term, “sneating,” which means sneakily chatting someone up solely for the purposes of a free meal — but I’m committed.
Are you brothers getting the picture, yet?
If not, recall ya boy’s advice about meeting meat. First you pre-screen to weed out the parasites, and then you spend as little as possible. From paragraphs 39-41:
39. Meet either at a coffee house or at a cheap restaurant. Your goal in meeting is twofold: to see if their actual appearance meets your standards (it will differ from the posted photos, every single time, but some of them will still be bangable,) and to smoke out if they have behavior or psychological problems.
40. When meeting the slut you may spend no more than ten American dollars, and you should only spend that much if more time is needed to screen the potential client. Buying them a coffee or a taco will accomplish this.
41. The moment a bitch pulls an attitude, the moment she is rude to the wait staff, the moment she trash-talks any family member or her ex-boyfriend, the moment she displays an attitude of entitlement, the moment she confesses to an STD or a prescription for psychiatric medication, you get up and tell the slut you have to go to the men’s room, then scoot on out the door. Leave her with the bill if possible.
Let’s let the bitch continue to educate us. Take it away, slut…
I started being more strategic about the guys whom I matched with on Tinder. Guys who said they were old-fashioned or knew how to treat a lady were in. They were the ones who were likely to pay on a first date. Guys who said they were modern or into equality were out — they were clearly Dutch daters all the way.
Do you boys now realize why “gentlemen” are yesterday’s dogshit? If not, read the last paragraph again.
When you meet a slut on internet dating, this is exactly what she thinks of your generosity and your manners. All your kind gestures mark you as a sucker. You out yourself with such displays not as a good catch, but merely as a chump, to be exploited for as much as the bitch can get from you.
Long ago, when I used to read and comment on Dalrock, I’d inevitably get a laugh out of reading idiots like ASDGamer, Innocent Bystander Boston, Jeff Strand, and similar white-knight fathers of skank-ho adult daughters. These fags can go for days about how their little precious doesn’t deserve any but the best possible suitors.
It is almost a certainty that these men’s skank-ho slut daughters are regularly riding the dick of the most loathsome cretins imaginable. Those top-notch “gentlemen” who are dumb enough to show up are merely there to pay the bill. It’s Chad who is getting that ass.
Never feel any pity for the chivalrous “gentlemen” who Jeff Strand recruits to take his princess out on the town. That idiot serves a beneficial purpose. Your job is to fuck the shit out of Jeff Strand’s daughter, and let the “gentlemen” pick up the tab for it.
Read the rest of this skank’s confessions here.