You can find the few here at Baen.com

Though not the science fiction topic. SciFi is about imagination AND a future vision of humanity while reflecting on the current state. Well beyond the average female´s(are there others?) comprehension, unless it´s something clearly satanic like the “hunger games” shit.

But as you already said, just ignore what they say and want. They haven´t got a clue what really attracts them anyway, or maybe they just don´t want to face the cold hard truth.

My experience is that you’re absolutely right. I tried the whole “show common interests” / “comment on something in her profile” / etc. bullshit, and it got me nowhere. If I DID get a response, I was already halfway her bitch and I had already damaged any chances of getting laid.

If I went the full thermonuclear option straight from the get go (e.g. “Write back if you want to fuck”), I’d probably not get a response. Still, this is already a better option as every now and then you do get a response. If they do respond to this half the BS is already out of the way.

The best option I’ve found so far is more of a “hey, let’s get coffee.” as an initial contact. Something simple, quick (high throughput is important), and without you making yourself a bitch by displaying cutesyness or actually pretending to care about her interests/thoughts/the moronic crap on her profile. The subtext is there (everyone knows you’re expecting a fuck), but it eases into it. Follow it up by getting her cell #, staying terse, and not ever giving a shit and it seems like the magical key into their cunts.

It’s #8, but should be #1 on the alpha LAUGH METER: “8. Discusses seriously the traits she desires in a partner” LMAO! Skanks actually shorten my life when they say shit like this in person, thus I cut them off brusquely, in mid-sentence. A man simply can’t spend his day creating USEFUL items, such as anchoring epoxy and smartphones, then listen to wimminz coCKnitive Dissonance (hat tip to poster Howard Roark) without suffering neurological damage. Since all we really are is neurons, properly arranged, and a few teaspoons of splooge, we must limit how much any one particular wimminz drains from us. Crikey.