Hello guys

Recently I had a discussion which led to a very strange experience with online-dating. This is my story of ‘becoming’ a women for science sake. Sounds cryptic? Well, it’s pretty RP but first things first.

Meet Jane – let’s call her Jane for this report alone – Jane is your American 8 or your Euro 6. In a healthy America back in the 80s she would be a straight 6. With make-up she is a 7. Per definition she is not what all people would call beautiful but everybody would agree she is pretty and even the most white knight beta slob can understand why some men want to bang her. Jane is 24. She is in college and almost always broke. 5’6” tall and thin. I got to know her in my first monk mode phase. So Karma, this little bitch, made her infatuated with me. Nothing happened though but as Sun Tsu describes it: Work with you spies. Oh and Jane got a new BF and has a OKCupid account. So I told her some made up story about me wanting to experience how women are harassed online. In reality I want to see the matrix at play. And oh boy, I was shocked about my very own nature. After some mumbling she gave me her password and login name. This is not your everyday fake account to screw some guys over, mind you, this is the real deal. A profile basically oozing Ameri-hoe all over the place. 4 pictures, one full body shot, no slut pictures, one picture with an applied instagram filter. Pretty standard but good enough. The only things I changed was I put her from the New York area to a more down to earth place – a sub-urb of Boston and I deleted all messages and likes.

The Change   I was not prepared for what Jekyll and Hyde-like fuck up would happen to my mind. So, after one hour or so my location change made it into the OKC system. Visitors poured in. So far, so good. After 3h after 7 o’clock pm I already had 47 visitors. This is the amount of visitors my real profile with the professionally taken pictures with the Hollywood-Smile and the Six-Pack-Abs get in 3 weeks. I went to sleep. The next morning I had 23 messages, 113 ‘Likes’ and 108 visitors. Mind you OKC groups you in an attractiveness bracket. So, a certain amount of likes equals better male material. Suddenly the ugly men disappeared and most of the guys looked jacked or at least in shape. My perception shifted. I know how I look. But not so Calvin Kline like, like those fuckers.

Down the Rabbit Hole I Go   I decided to answer some messages. All. Read: ALL replied within a timeframe of 4 minutes back, asking how my day was or what I was doing. It started to annoy me, the same shit over and over again and even the more elaborated ones did not spike my interest. One Chad did his sweet 3h waiting period for every message but it was an easily recognizable pattern. I lost respect instantly knowing this guy sets his little alarm clock every 3h. On a side note: Whatever girls telling you about ‘online harassment’ is mostly not true. It is attention seeking. Nothing more, nothing less. My case here is just isolated anecdotical evidence but bear in mind I have 78 opener messages and only 1 – one single fucker – said he likes to be female dominated. As sick as it sounds he asked respectfully. But I was annoyed even further. The main question popping up in my mind was: what is in it for me and how far can I go with those fuckers. Then it struck me. I became the epitome of female solipsism, ok maybe some shit is related to my MachIV scale of 97 but anyway, I was shocked. One of the guys asked if he could send me a skirt. The skirt-issue was in the profile. Jane complained that most skirts in the US won’t fit her slim frame so she has to import the stuff from Japan which is expensiiiiiive – a classic sympathy con, if you ask me. But it worked.

I literally have 0 respect for men, anymore  

Then I ‘played’ the Tinder game. OKC has the same mechanism as Tinder. You swipe left, you swipe right and it’s all hunky dory. I swiped right 25 times. 25 times I got matches with: Chads, Brads, The Frat Boy Chad, The Family Father, Betas and White Knights. Then I stopped. I was disgusted. Nobody could have liked me because of the witty profile or my non-existing personality. Those idiots wanted to fuck me and kissed my ass even before we met. I sincerely hoped that one Chad would have just swiped left, to feel ‘alive’ not in dramatic way but life cannot be that great forever or even every time I swiped.

Disenchantment   Whenever I felt – my real self – bored or needed some story I opened the OKC app. Idiots were lining up for the chance of receiving a couple of bytes from some mediocre woman. The realization what Online-Dating actually is, set it: a validation tool without any real chance. Go out, seduce the shit out of the 7, get rejections, fuck those bitches but never do online-dating.

TL:DR Stay away from online-dating no matter what some ‘guru’ on reddittold you. The chances are rigged from the beginning, you are the dancing monkey, at least you were it for me. Solipsism is not just nature it is also nurture. Abundance has a numbing effect, women have it by default achieve the same state by improving.

 

You wanna see how fucked up this is? Here this is the result for half an hour it took me to write this little nugget: http://imgur.com/a/v36w1