I’ve taken to playing a game which is simultaneously fun and effective with the holiday hoez on the internet dating sites.
Her: 26, one kid, recently divorced after a 2 year marriage.
Me: y’r pal Boxer, hardcore misogynist.
Setting: text messaging, after matching on one of the silly phone apps.
I always ask the question what are you actually looking for within the first five minutes.
What she says she’s looking for is someone who could “start as friends” and “see where things go…” She lied. She says that she wants an LJBF, rather than the regular sexual encounter that she pretended to want on the banging site.
What she’s actually looking for are a large group of men who endlessly chase her, in hopes that she will choose one or more of them. The manosphere will clue you in to this, and it’s true. Unfortunately, the manosphere will then immediately lie to you, and tell you that if you accept this lowly position, you will never, ever get that ass.
Back when I was a young and naïve lad, I took the offer to become a slut’s LJBF quite frequently. I almost always got some mediocre sex, but only after an endless series of encounters punctuated by lies, flaking, demands, wasting money, etc.
When I got clued in (thanks to AfOR and Roosh V.) I began nexting wimminz like this immediately. That changed recently, as you can see above.
What I’ve started doing is reflexively messing with these bitches, by calling their hand and telling them I’m looking for someone to marry. I could excuse this descent into dishonesty with a series of good for the goose rationalizations, but I won’t. I’ll just tell you that it amuses me to do so. It has the effect of flipping the script, as I see the thirsty bitch immediately take the bait and begin kissing my ass in an attempt to take her seriously.
Of course, as she drops ever more frequent and transparent hints about meeting in the real world, I drop ever more ambiguous hints about looking for a wife, and not a friend, and wishing her well in her search for a celibate groveler.