I kind of agree/get your point. I question the "serial daters" on here: the ones who claim to go on three "actual dates" per week (the ones that say "hey i have cash to squander so why no spend it on a random scrub". Do they not have any other interests in life or mates that they hang around with, shoot pool with, play cards, few beers. The seem to prefer the company of women (Not talking about sex, but spending time in women's company). I can only put up with one female per week these days. Granted this week has been a bit of an exception. Bar hook up last night and ironically meeting up with a female from Tinder (since deleted it. I tried Tinder for first time this year. downloaded and deleted it three times so far. The bar chick: Went out for a few beers with the lads...local bar. Few beers no women talk. went home to an empty house. Now what happened after I have to reflect on.....neediness? alcohol leading to wanting sex? a huge sense of entitlement? Few beers in house, left house to head to city with intention of "getting what I want" (entitlement). A little bit dangerous as alcohol fueled (...thank God for the app social drive.....). Got to night bar (this is what I can never understand about fellas claiming they can't get any.....men and women have been going to bars for ions and hooking up/getting together) You put men and women in a dark room with music and alcohol....it's inevitable what's going to happen....what's happend for years.....babies are made (or at least the act of it). My beer googles told me she was an 8 (granted I don't really think about this rating system just stating it for fun here I suppose) but the next day she (today) she was a seven. Was similar to my "prototype" : Tall and dark. But very much not in another way: short hair. Beer goggles were to blame from the drop from an 8 to a 7? Nah she used a good foundation. Next day I could see she had bad skin (those spots on the face? Skin crawling stuff. But she was a goer. Back to your point: We went back to hers and her friends would come back a few hours later. Girl I was with was relatively quiet personality wise. Boring but I would prefer her to be quite rather than a blabermouth. Her two friends came back and they were the worst kind of blabermouths. they were doing coke and were the worst kind of coke fiends: one of them wanted to hoard it all and stay in a seperate room talking to herself, the other one was hellbent on proving "i can take it or leave it so I don't care but I am going to constantly badmouth my friend to you two" She talked non stop the bitatch. (I thought it was just the coke but I would find out next morning the girl can't go 10 seconds without saying something inane) After a half an hour or so I was massaging my forehead and mouthy girl asked if i had a headache. Not one to lie I said calmly "yeah it's just you keep repeating yourself". She kept saying "I'm sorry for annoying you but she ...(and would go on about the coke hoarding friend..)" and then wanting to fist pump and saying "are we cool?" We went to the bedroom, naked getting busy....but the mouthy one coudn't be alone and initially started talking through the door "sorry for disturbing but...." until eventually she opened the door......and had no qualms about entering. I have no doubt that she would have been willing but 1. she was irritating as fvck 2. She was small little widget (think of an evil goblin ). she wasn't coming anywhere near me. Later the other one would knock on the door and open it and call me. me "what?" her "come here" She is standing there in her knicker and a scantly top (tattoos on legs and arms) short died blond hair. Now, she was fvckable. Naughty, slutty, prostitute looking fvckable.....I went to the door. She lifted up A CRACK PIPE and a lighter with this caveat "If get a couple of grams betweens, sell it on and get more out of the profit (some bull****e like that....)..."Nah you're good" slammed the door in her face. The one i was with was quiet but quite vocal in the bedroom, don't know if that pulled the other two in or just the coke making them morbid (or the two). I'm cynical though and wherever there's drugs there is people trying to manipulate you into parting with your cash . Anyway, left at midday. Drove away into glorious sunset. All were still sleeping and I went on my merry way. It is a beautiful sunny day and I can't helped being gripped by a feeling of "was that worth it?" "it is a beautiful day I could be out with trekking group or enjoying this natural world". And with an urge to get back into surfing. Is it worth at times.
I got home and I after spending time with intolerable, mouthy females I need to disconnect and reset. then I remember i'm supposed to meet that tinder female at 17h today. Damn. I want to be alone. Will I cancel. I check my archived whatsapp messages (no notifications, great that way) and she had sent a message the night before "see you tomorrow caballero". then this morning (as I hadn't responded) "are we still on for today?" Now I let that irritate me thinking "i gave this female the ubication to my house and a time to meet" (I know, random tinder and ubication to house, but we have chatted ....and she seems a bit more cultured, interesting.....that being said....she likes to drink (which I do to so all good) and she is a weed smoker (not my cup of tea) so let's see are these dark shadows that will come out!) anyway i thought of women needing to confirm and then flaking and wondered should I cut it. Then realized that was a projection as I was feeling the need to be alone and reset. The girl is driving from a different provence to see me. By the way, even though this was mode one (we had chatted built rapport) she got direct instructions to come to my house and obliged. That being said, to kind of agree with the "dating guys", i'm not going to just sit in my house boozing and getting busy with her.....it would be boring. I live by a river waterfront and I feel like heading down there walking by the water stopping at a river side bar and having some tapas and wine. later we will go back to mine, beers on the roof and she will stay the night.
But still part of me is conflicted thinking that they really are such a time suck.
I get that. Can you change how you frame them? Annoying bratty children? (as you are English I am going to go Jimmy Carr dark comedy here) annoying bratty children that you would like to fvck? (the Brits will get that) Don't let them irritate you to the point that it brings out the worst in you.
You can't take the matching and not saying anything personal. The matching and unmatching and sending a message and either getting a response or not is just like a phase one. It's hit and miss. I do not frame it as "oh she has a million options so this whole thing is rigged".
a) I'm not going to be everyone's cup of tea and every women is not going to be my cup of tea of either 2) I don't believe that every woman has "a million options" this is red pill puke fallacy. Some woman are just dumb and don't know how to get the ball rolling. Especially online.
"hey" is not going to do it. I don't normally reply to "heys" or I do so with little enthusiasm". You have to give a few lines and give something that will "hook" her. A "hey" won't hook anybody.
what were your expectations after a "hey"? your expectations were not in tune with reality. you felt disappointed. See "your expectations".
No. You don't follow up a no response with anything. Why don't you tell Castro that you disagree with Communism? He doesn't care.
Listen, here's the first rule that you need "Strong personal boundaries show the ability to say NO and the ability to hear No". What you sent was very low class (that doesn't mean you are low class, just your response displayed low class and low value and bad energy.
The worst part of the red pill is this "woman are evil and they are out to get us, the game is rigged, therefor I can't win/get what I want so I am opting out and I will just blame it all on female nature"
The best part of the red pill is "Women are they way they are, If I want what I want from them I must update my software, adapt and evolve.....game"
Mate that is not a game. The hey just didn't give her anywhere to go with the conversation. Up your game youngster.