Toxic WatersSeptember 6, 2012
[edit: May 28. 2013 – contacted by one of the women i linked to. I’ve disabled all the links, tho most were already dead. She engaged me in brief conversation, some of which i’ve taken to heart. Nevertheless, the post stays up, at least as a continuing lesson to the reality that men must face of constant solipsistic women who wouldn’t have one iota of a clue what men face in the digital arena of online dating, and how women can better improve their profiles by taking much of PrivateMan’s advice instead of feminist Grrrlpower advice.]
“And the second angel poured out his vial on the sea; and it became as the blood of a dead man: and every living soul died in the sea.”
<< Revelation 16:3 >>
There is something wrong with the water.
I have heard stories about how pitiful the dating scene in Toronto is. Apparently it’s been talked about here, here and here. I mean.. when you make it onto Roosh’s forum, it’s bad.. very bad. As bad as Washington DC? I dunno.. but something is definitely most foul emanating off Lake Ontario.
I have tried online dating in the past, and still been trolling the waters as of late, but i’ve been dredging up nothing but toxic sludge from the bottom of the deep dank and dark places under the surface.
I’ve had more conversations with women from the U.S. than my own city. The ratio of messages to responses is a fucking joke.
I can count on my hands the number of returns i’ve gotten after the hundreds of messages i’ve put out. Some really well though out shit.. POOF.. nothing. So when you come across a profile that begs the guy to put more effort into writing something beyond a cut/paste routine.. you tend to want to tell this woman off in the kindest way possible. Okie dokey.
Part of me is seriously considering an expat move which would simply involve me obtaining a copy of Rosetta Stone language instruction for Polish so i can learn what i failed in my childhood. My own native language. A world of possibilities could open up with just this one act.
(side note, i came across a very cute polish lass at my best man’s sons birthday party. Mid to late 20’s, very sweet, and looked promising. Sadly she’ll be leaving back for Poland shortly. Hopefully i’ll get to meet her again before she goes back and i get to plant the idea *inception style* of her wanting to return to come back to me. Very interested in my photography, behooves me to try and go pro with it. Also, she knows my Polish blows donkey balls so if i got proficient at it.. i think she’d be impressed. Besides.. talking dirty in a language she understands better would make things so much more exciting. I need to be better than just understanding the language, i need to *think* it!)
Ok. so back to the computer version of fishing in the Dead Sea.
There’s been a rash of posts coming out about dating scene stuff. Just got an email from the not so Private Man’s blog about women’s piss poor dating profiles and how to fix them. Here’s an excerpt:
It’s both humorous and sad to read so many female online dating profiles where women proudly shout their independence and tout their travel adventures and careers as selling points to a rich and fulfilling relationship. Worse, they use the codewords that reveal a bossy and domineering nature.
He goes on to discuss how some women have actually taken his advice and ran with it, creating good profiles. I’ll add all his linkage here too because i think it’s all wonderfully sound stuff.
Heartiste even came up with a post about women who have caught on to the rise of game and how to respond to these game aware women, tho one must wonder.. using the old maxim “The first step in avoiding a trap is knowing of the traps existence”.. how does one avoid something when it is the trap IS the very thing actively being sought?
To the hypergamous woman who responds so dutifully to the charismatic charm, the dashing looks, the ability of a man to rise above other men in the room.. to these men of great ability who have done this time and again and honed their craft, who can choose ANY woman.. what hope do they have of snagging that man into commitment through sex alone without getting USED (because he can have from any of the women on his spinning plate roster)? They claim they don’t want games, or in reality, to be gamed. They want all the trappings of game without the risk. They want all the benefits of the apex predator but want assurance they won’t be bitten by the ferocious beast. They want a guarantee the Tiger comes with a shock collar only they have the trigger for.
So how to get around this?
I KNOW! They’ll simply ASK IN ADVANCE for these bad men to not be bad men by adding disclaimer text to their bloated pretentious pompous profiles to weed out these bad men. It’ll go something like this.
Standard Female Profile 101
First they’ll talk about how educated they are and where their careers are going. There’s nothing sexier and more requisite to a man than knowing just where and how a woman got educated and spent their most fertile years racking up thousands of dollars in student debt (of which i am painfully aware having paid off my exwifes debts virtually single handedly). And lord knows in those 10-15+ years of educating, a girl can get frightfully lonely from time to time. How many of those ‘got caught up in the moment’ and ‘i was vulnerable’ events will not make into the final tally that you are presented with, if you are even presented with one at all you filthy brute.. what business is it of yours to be asking anyways?
And make sure to always call yourself a ‘foodie’ or ‘a bit of a nerd’ (wear big glasses to achieve this trick)
Then they’ll talk about all the traveling they’ve done, fill their profile pics with all their pictures from their spiritual journey to Mt. Kilimanjaro, Paris, Ibiza, Australia, New Zealand, all on patio cafe’s drinking fine food and beverages, rock climbing, the classic jump in midair against the beach shot. In the process they’ll be showing you the life they expect to continue to have with (and be financed by) you in a neverending life of living every day ‘in the moment’ or the new idiotic catch phrase sweeping this defunct nation… YOLO. And of course YOLO also states that everywhere outside your hometown falls under the Vegas rule, and all your travel hookups do not fall under your final number as well.
(YOLO also means don’t think about being fiscally responsible.. you’re only here once right? Who cares how much debt you rack up enjoying your life. That’s what Betaschmucks are for.)
Don’t forget to add in the obligatory “Make me laugh and i’m yours!” Basically stating “If you be my entertainment monkey and make me laugh non stop i’ll probably sleep with you no matter what your character or integrity”.
After that they’ll belt out a thousand contradictions and deal breakers they won’t accept from you like fucking up on grammar “you’re vs. your” or personality traits like “must be aggressive and know what he wants and goes after it, but is sweet and caring and sensitive and must know when to be either at the appropriate time“, thus weeding out the 99% who weren’t gifted with the ability to join the Psi Corps.
Then they make sure to add one of these final tidbits to the profile to make sure those nefarious alphas who might have their own interests at play not take advantage of these women:
“IF YOU’RE A PLAYER OR ASSHOLE, KEEP MOVING ON TO THE NEXT PROFILE”
“TIRED OF THE GAMES”
and of course the classic…
“LOOKING FOR NICE GUYS ONLY!”
I present to you a SMALL token of what has floated belly up to the surface on the shores of my beloved cities waterfront: [all are dead, but you get the point]
I’m 33 and ready to start a family! Don’t ask what i’ve been doing with my life until now.. it’s irrelevant. Only message me if you’re ready to gimme the baby i want now!
A 38 year old seperated woman who still wants children after admitting to having fallen dupe for players ‘been there done that’. But you’re the lucky one to get this catch. I’m sure her extreme spontaneity had something to do with it.
A 31 year old party gal who lets her hypergamy shine through in her profile. Not only does she lambaste all men (because of her ability to have been ‘gamed’) but she puts the onus on MEN to prove her wrong.. when that’s not what she wants at all, she wants control over an alpha.
***** is a glorious piece of work. Her misandry runs wild. You’re nothing more than a fucking handbag to her. Probably a great pump n dump so have at her, IF she responds. I’m sure you need to look like David Beckham in order to get this ones attention.
Just FUCKING DELUSIONAL, a reminder of the the crazy cat lady Carolina wrote about
****** seems to be telegraphing the fact shes an idiot who can’t stop succumbing to the power of her hamsters will to blame all men for her poor screening
39 years old and you still are possible/open to the idea of having kids? Good luck with that one. I think you should give up lady.. looking for butterflies and going with the flow is what got you there in the first place.
Woman of undisclosed body type is BEGGING TO BE GAMED. what other conclusion can you think of when you see her what she’s looking for in a man, including the PS.
ANY WOMAN WHO PUTS THAT FUCKING MONROE QUOTE IN THEIR PROFILE
The common element with most POF women with these profiles seems to be they are all over 30 and have hit the wall and are desperate to find that one special sucker.. err… soulmate with whom they can ‘settle’ down with to pop out their last chance child before their ovary factories close down and get boarded up and outsourced to India. The younger under 30’s that bitch simply haven’t figured out their hamsters yet and are blinded by the 80/20 aura of invisibility to all the good guys they choose not to see.
And always beware of a woman who enjoys traveling TOO MUCH.. it betrays her inability to be content in life without major changes happening constantly. As dcd1985 writes in her profile:
I love adventure travel. For me, sitting at a resort drives me absolutely insane. I’d much rather go off the beaten path and find something new and exciting.
Sounds like an exciting and illicit affair indeed. If the word ‘passport’ comes up in the profile.. walk away. Leave them to finance their own trips or let’m shack up with Saudi oil barons.
The over 30’s are mounting up, and with each one that i scroll through and see any note of “wants children” makes me both laugh and weep. I will NOT be your last chance express, and it’s a tragedy you probably won’t be having kids as more men wise up to the the lamentation of da womyn.
As DETI would say.. why am i going to sacrifice so much to have a child with you and give you the best years of my life??? You weren’t around to give me the best years of yours.
You rode the carousel, had your fun, lived your life carefree, guilt free, and without responsibility. Now that i’m coming into my own.. why in the name of HOLY FUCKENSAUCE would i give up my right to enjoy that NOW (since it was stolen from me in my beta youth by following the beta script ingrained into me by blatant propagandizing about womens intent of commitment, inherent moral goodness, quicker/superior maturity and attraction triggers based on beta actions) by ‘manning up’ and becoming a beast of burden for you and your children, just so later on you can bitch to me about how unhappy you are, how i don’t do enough or make enough, how you miss your party days, how i’m never home enough to pay attention to your needs and am driving you into the arms of someone else, and how much you do and sacrifice in the raising of ‘my’ child (as if i was the one who did the begging and screaming and holding the relationship hostage to the need for creating offspring).
And lets get some things straight here.
1. I had no problem trying to fulfill this role if the timing was right. It wasn’t, and became a critical factor in why my marriage tanked. I said we weren’t financially ready for kids. Which led to
2. It is women who are universally renowned for their biological clocks that began beating like the telltale heart. Men may aspire to have children, can envision being dads, even yearn for them. But it is women that drive the role of having babies and their clocks determine the fate of many a relationship. I know of 2 men who really wanted children of their own accord. The rest are a mix of ‘had kid for obligation/make wife happy’ and ‘it kinda happened unexpectedly’. I was given an ultimatum at the start of our courtship when i made it clear kids were not my priority. She knew my position for years, yet decided to hold our relationship hostage to a future event. I should have known there and then, it was not about love or respect, it was about someone giving her a kid before she reached an age where getting preggo can give you defective kids.
A lesson i have assimilated and am aware of.
No, if i want to ever consider getting hitched, having kids and getting off the marriagestrike.. it’ll be when i meet a cute, kind 25-27 year old Polish girl who’s family i can meet to determine what her background is like, her relationship with her father, how many boyfriends she’s had, if her sister has stories of her to share, and what her views on North American womyn and feminism are.
Then i would seriously reconsider if all the correct check marks were applied. Only if a woman demonstrates that she adds value to my life, allows me to fulfill the masculine frame by not trying to occupy it, not hating her own valuable feminine frame and treating it as disease, and works to complement, NOT COMPETE with me.. only then would i toy with the idea of marriage again. I don’t have an issue with the social contract.. providing both parties subscribe to it and are held to it.
But that’s fishing in a whole different pond. The European pond.
But Lake Ontario?
No.. these waters are toxic. It’s like the runoff from the reactor at the Pickering station has done it’s damage. It’s affecting the quality of the catch.
ps… i wrote the Mt. Kilimanjaro thing in complete jest, oh how little did i know.
I think a little test may be in order. Recreate my profile in a few different cities and see which ones get more views and/or responses/inquiries. This will determine and confirm whether or not it’s the city or if i’m just butt fucking ugly 😉