This article will illustrate a couple of distinct but related truths, the first (see para 4, 5) is that when a hot chick is on Tinder, it’s because her immediate, visible dysfunction cancels out her real-world hotness, and this renders her untouchable. The next is that wimminz are not used to being passed over, and they can’t handle it, either.
So I started chatting with some skank I met on Plenty of Tinder recently. We exchanged photos. Me: looking all red-eyed and stupid after cooking some habanero dish. She, full frontal nudity, with a surprisingly hot body. I’ll hit that, I thought.
The next message I remember went something like:
I’m going to be an empowered woman and ask you on a date.
I told her I was down. She said something about family coming in from out of town, but that they just used her house as a free hotel, and assured me that she was free and unencumbered all weekend. I generally fuck at my house. We made plans for the next morning at 9 a.m..
Now, in the back of my head, I knew better; but, the power of the cunt blinded me for a moment. Let’s see how it all played out.
You will note that I was so snatchstruck by this rancid 7/10 that, at first, I broke my own rule, and was going to signal that my time was worth less than hers. Her rude, entitled reactions suggested that this would be the end of the conversation, and I switched over to my original plans, which included a drive to the coast.
Bitch decided she wasn’t quite done showing her ass, though.
As we already know, a bitch “running late” is (nine times out of ten) an attempt to illustrate her superiority. A man should never accept this.
There’s lot of blank space because I kept deleting her messages, unanswered.
As an aside, imagine the male thirst that’s out there, which gave this dopey wimminz the idea she could behave this way. Get a clue, bitch.
Two hours after the scheduled meet, she finally stoops to a real apology. I guess “we” means she’s getting some family time in, rather than fucking a strange man she only began texting back-and-forth some forty-eight hours prior. Good.
At this point, I blocked her on the instant messaging app, and figured I’d write an article about this shrike the next morning. The next morning is right now.
Serious questions for you boys:
- Do you think that the cunt on offer is worth this sort of nonsense?
- Do you think that this sort of person, who badgers an uninterested former suitor for eight hours straight, is someone you’d want to get entangled with, even on the short term?
Why or why not?
Ah, and lest I forget, a completely different illustration of the entitlement complex.
Wimminz, they’re so laughably fragile.