I am utterly indifferent to getting hot birds out onto dates from teh interwebs. Don’t mistake me – I want to bang hot slavic girls. In fact I’d happily book a week off work and lock myself into a hotel room with a dozen fine fillies. But online dating? meh…. that’s just for losers who can’t street approach. So I use dating sites primarily for lulz, to troll some lonely ladies. And funnily enough that attitude is precisely the one that intrigues them. So here’s a few conversations I’ve been having. Haven’t met any of them yet. All are 8s.
From a technical point of view note that most of my messaging is push-pull-push, and that I frequently reject the first bit of rapport-seeking from her, but let her in a little. At no point do I sound like a care about meeting her. At no point does it sound like I’ve done anything except look at her profile photo.
This post was inspired by the utterly uninspired gambits the commentors were putting in Roissy’s recent post on OkCupid