For my sins, I have been tutoring a guy in internet dating.
It has been the usual battle with the guy’s innate masculine decency, he wants to listen to what the wimminz tell him, he doesn’t want to play the numbers game because it is cheating and lying about his single status, he is engaging in dialogue…
As you can imagine, this attitude seriously fucked up his conversion rate.
As I knew it would eventually, the penny dropped for this guy, he was basically chatting to three skanks on Plenty of Fish, unfortunately he was engaging them in conversation rather than talking at them and allowing them to agree with his world view, but at least he was playing the numbers, so anyway;
- Skank ho #1 says “I have to go now and pick up my daughter“
- Skank ho #2 says “I am dead tired and have to go to sleep now“
- Skank ho #3 says “My computer is playing up again, speak tomorrow“
Now you need to know a couple of things, number one is all these skanks say the same thing about not wanting players, and why oh why is it impossible to find an honest man, you know the drill, and thing number two is that as part of the mentoring process this guy had shared with me these skanks’ user names on PoF.
Actually thing number three is that this guy only lives a few miles away, and so it was that I toss laptop into chariot and bimble my way over to his pad just after midnight.
Open my laptop, and carry on chatting to three skanks, yes, skank 1, 2 & 3 are chatting to me, after they have respectively gone to collect their daughter, gone to bed, and crashed their computer…. nota bene all three skanks hate players and hate men lying to them….
My young Grasshopper student looks at me and you can see the flash of territorial emotional anger pass across his face, before the male intellect rises to the fore…. why did my mentor drive five miles after midnight to show me this if he was only after stealing my pussy.
And then the penny dropped.
All wimminz lie all of the fucking time about absolutely everything.
And this penny dropping moment was so profound I had to go into his kitchen and make my own fucking coffee, because all he could do was wander around waving his hands and saying “How could I have been SO…… FUCKING…… STUPID……” and muttering about how he now “gets” the lessons I have been trying to teach him.
So I shared a few used PoF profile names with him, this one will do x, this one gives good head, this one pisses like a steer when she cums…
So far today he has phoned me three times, the penny dropping last night is penetrating his conciousness, and each time he rang me it was to tell me about some other event in his past with an ex that suddenly, with blinkers removed and 20/20 hindsight, made perfect sense, whereas before it was a source of constant confusion and irritability.
Sadly, this lesson is one that each man, like this guy, has to learn individually, it cannot be taught without also experiencing the relevant real world physical lesson.
But once it is learned it becomes just another little trick in the arsenal of what it is to be a man, like opening a beer bottle with a disposable lighter or a stick or a chip of rock, a trivial little trick than can never be forgotten, yet which is so useful you automatically open the beer bottle with anything within reach, rather than getting up and looking for a bottle opener.
All wimminz lie all of the fucking time about absolutely everything, so just ignore everything wimminz say all of the time about absolutely everything, and if you must interact with wimminz such as on PoF, take the role of the preacher orating his sermon, and select your skanks from those who self select themselves by paying attention to your world view.
Nothing born with a cunt is capable of telling the truth with its mouth and words, nor is it capable of lying if you ignore everything said, and pay attention only to body language and everything done.
It’s a bit like watching commercials with the sound off, try it some time.
Simples.
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