Post: #1

No, I’m not asking if you can last longer than.

I’m sure, you can.

That question my wingman was asked by a girl on Tinder. This post is not as much about game, girls, and online dating, as about female conspecifics and their sexual behaviour. I’m not about to provide any revelations, really. Rather, the tell-tale story, even though circumstantial in evidence – a fully evidence based one – a personal true story.

At the end of it it will become blatantly obvious what, by way of this illustrative story of personal experience, I’m trying to say. Hopefully, a discussion will follow.

Let's begin.

It’s Monday afternoon, my phone vibrates, I look up the message and it reads: “Would you like to meet Tuesday night? Or Wednesday? I’m off work.” This is what I was waiting for. It did not guarantee the lay was in the bag but I could feel it getting pretty close. I decided to message her back a few hours later, after my gym workout, for I sensed acting too keen wouldn’t help the cause. After all, she’s asked to reschedule the first date. After workout I popped into my friend’s house for a bit and with another wingman, avid Tinder user, looked up some of his leads. Him, being classically “tall, dark and handsome”, he had no difficulty in attracting girls, though still some work was required – especially, that he screened heavily for sex only with his semi-nude pictures. One Tinder lead of his was particularly unusual. A girl with no pictures, no details, and who started a conversation by asking him:

“Can you last longer than 4 seconds? The last guy I shagged didn’t last more than that.”

"For Christ's sake, someone's got an attitude", I thought to myself. I scrolled back and forth the conversation and it was obvious the girl was sexually aggressive, secretive for some reason, though sex-wise very matter-of-factly, to the point of disbelief. Possibly, because of the anonymity? Possibly, because she liked to fuck strange men? Possibly because she was crazy? Who knows. My wingman concluded upon her confidence she must’ve been at least a decent looking girl, he liked a challenge, and had nothing to lose. A blind date of sorts but with no pretences of a date at all, surely. They were setting up the bang for the last few days and seemed they’d hook up either Tuesday or Wednesday.

As things usually go, I shared what I was up to. I had a new lead from a shopping mall that I ventured to in a completely different, and far away part of the capital. I got it from a bubbly, well-dressed, petite girl who seemed very excited and upon my suggesting to meet up, immediately volunteered her number. It felt solid. The girl was very chatty over Whatsapp, sent me some pictures after a visit to a hairdresser, wearing a distinctive, red-black scarf, and was seemingly very interested and easy to setup a date, although by her request rescheduled for the next day. She arrived wearing a top revealing her full breast, red tights, the same distinctive red-black scarf as in the pictures she sent me and a small, yellow handbag which, among other things, contained a pack of cigarettes. Date went well, though the girl seemed a bit crazy, quite touchy-feely, and a little motor-mouth. I just had to sit back, relax, and lead. We ended up at the bus stop, making out and me groping her a bit. She had to work the day after so declined to come to mine and it was getting really late. The bus arrived, she gave me a kiss whilst holding her yellow handbag in one hand, then off she disappeared into the night. Perhaps, If I started the date earlier, or escalated quicker, I’d have her on my bed. Seemed like a good girl, who didn’t jump into a man’s bed on a first date… I kind of liked that. Call me old-fashioned. Regardless, on my way back home I was musing If I should install Tinder and get some easy lays like some guys on RVF. No dates, no hassle, just straightforward-to-your-home bangs.

A week passed. In the meantime, the girl I met in a food store and banged on a second date over a month ago, came up from London with her mum for a few days. I also got a lead in a tiny coffee shop from a cute Canadian tourists visiting for a couple days. With the bubbly girl I just had a date with, things looked promising. In the meantime, my handsome wing, got some quick bangs off Tinder. Girls weren’t spectacular lookers but still. Some hard filtering for sex, some messaging back and forth, a quick date nearby his place, then back to his. The Canadian girl slowed down in her replies and we haven’t met. I knew why but that was inconsequential. The girl from London said she couldn’t meet because of her mum. Finally, she said she could but only for a drink and possibly for something more the day after. I declined drinks only. I wasn’t that much into her anyway. She left for home with her mum. What it meant was only one lead left of the bubbly girl. And she didn’t message me for a couple past days.

***

It’s Monday afternoon, my phone vibrates, I look up the message and it reads: “Would you like to meet Tuesday night? Or Wednesday? I’m off work.” The message is from the bubbly girl and it’s on. Or so I thought? After the gym workout, and meeting with my wingmen later on, I message back to have her reply she is going for a dinner with her friend and they are hanging out because they didn’t see each other for a bit and she’ll let me know tomorrow if she can meet me that night. I don’t like it one bit. The girl seems all over the place, and flakier than I thought. Being kept hanging in the air never good for a man. I consider replying “Nah, forget it.” An ultimate push, of sorts. I decide to just ignore. I will learn this a good strategy, for she will contact me in two days, on Wednesday, asking if I’d like to go out with her dancing on Friday.

Tuesday arrives and by early afternoon I’m pretty sure I won’t hear back from the bubbly girl. I pack my bag, and head to my wingman’s house. In the meantime, my handsome wing, at whose place I’m staying overnight due to new paint in my flat, tells me some Tinder girl he was supposed to meet Tuesday, asked to change for Wednesday, then again said she’d probably be down for some action on Tuesday. It seems at least one of us is about to get laid tonight. Late Tuesday night arrives, I’m chilling with my wingman, my phone still silent, whereas he tells me his Tinder girl confirmed and he’s going to fetch her from the bus stop. I ask him why not just have her come straight into the flat and he says it’s the crazy girl with no pictures so he’d rather check her out first and not get into some trouble. Makes sense to me.

He messages me the girl is legit and I leave for the bedroom, sit on a bed and turn my laptop on and scroll through RVF, thinking intermittently why the fuck that bubbly girl isn’t replying. My wingman chills with his crazy girl in the living room for a bit, then moves her to the bedroom. He messages me: “lol, she brought condoms and lube with her”. I think it's hilarious. Soon after, I can hear the inevitable, him having a good time and wild sex thanks to Tinder, me thinking if daygame grind is worth it. As they keep fucking into the night, me having read through “Dating apps don't deserve your time” RVF thread, I realise I’m thirsty… Well, a glass of water will do. I walk through the living room, get a glass of water and on my way back, whilst hearing all the wild noises coming from my wingman’s bedroom, kind of glance towards the beige sofa. Then look again and take a sip from the glass and... see the unmistakeable – a distinctive red-black scarf and a small, yellow handbag lying on the sofa.

Post: #2

Post: #3

Ouch, that's rough.

I'm not gonna go NAWALT here or anything, but I guess the positive spin might be that only a certain percentage of single women are online dating- I read awhile back that it was like %25. I'm not sure how accurate that is, but at least it suggests that a majority still are not.

The realities of online dating are harsh. It's a huge time suck for little payoff unless you're in the top 2%. I wouldn't fuck with getting into it at this point if you're out there approaching.

I'll offer a follow up story to parallel yours OP.

Last year I went to a birthday party with a girl I was seeing. The sister of the host couple was there- I'd met her the month before at her brother's wedding. Not a great looking girl, a low 6 at best with a trashy tattoo, but a nice personality.

She had come with her roommate- a beastly blonde girl- probably like 5'8" and close to 300 lbs. A 2/10. Maybe a 3 for some guys who don't mind being crushed.
My girl expressed how gross she thought it was that this chick wore her iPhone in her bra.

I heard her in a conversation about tinder, and my attention perked up. She complained:

"All these guys wanna do is text and send me picture of their dick." Clearly she wasn't getting the results she wanted. Make of that what you will.

The beast of a roommate though - according to the 6, was killing it on tinder. Two guys on rotation that she scheduled regularly on respective nights. I couldn't imagine anyone having sex with this beast.

Her last line still echoes in my brain:

"And these are like, good looking guys!"

Post: #4

Wait a minute, hold on, dawg

Do she got a red-black scarf? (Yep)
She love some cigarettes? (Yep)
Do she got a small, yellow handbag? (Man..)
Went to Tinder Tech? (Yup) Works for TBS? (Yup)

Man, I can't believe this shit, damn

Man we been messing with same girl

Post: #5

(07-17-2017 08:59 AM)Uhondo Wrote:  Wait a minute, hold on, dawg

Do she got a red-black scarf? (Yep)
She love some cigarettes? (Yep)
Do she got a small, yellow handbag? (Man..)
Went to Tinder Tech? (Yup) Works for TBS? (Yup)

Man, I can't believe this shit, damn

Man we been messing with same girl

Awaiting confirmation.

Post: #6

(07-17-2017 08:59 AM)Uhondo Wrote:  Wait a minute, hold on, dawg

Do she got a red-black scarf? (Yep)
She love some cigarettes? (Yep)
Do she got a small, yellow handbag? (Man..)
Went to Tinder Tech? (Yup) Works for TBS? (Yup)

Man, I can't believe this shit, damn

Man we been messing with same girl

Negative.

Post: #7

The harsh reality is they all are whores. I think sometimes we lose sight of this and hold out hope that maybe, just maybe NAWALT. But...that's just not true. AWALT.

I was reminded of this myself this weekend. We did a Float Trip and had a big group of people in total. Just add a little alcohol and all the chains are broken that are holding back the whore inside of them. Girls flashing tits/pussy, girls making out with everything in sight (in one case, the boyfriend was standing right there and was pissed about her behavior...screaming at her), girls fucking random dudes in the bushes, etc. It all boils down to attention and sex=attention.

In our personal group, there were 3 of us guys and 2 girls. Both girls weren't great (one was a 5 and the other a soft 6). I had banged the 6 back in January and when she came over Thursday night she didn't look as good as I remembered. I wasn't feeling her all weekend and denied her sex. She did, however, proceed to make out with my roommate Friday night after I was passed out. The other girl banged one of my friends on the hood of his car Friday night, and then fucked my roommate in his tent Saturday night. Of course we didn't know that both of them banged her until the other guy came clean last night. That's when my roommate came clean as well. We just all laughed and shook our heads. These hoes ain't loyal.

My personal belief is there are no more nice girls left in the States. They all are hooked on that dopamine rush that attention gives them and sex is the fastest and easiest way to get that. The thrill of "oh, I shouldn't be doing this" gets their pussy wetter than anything.

Post: #8

No

Post: #9

Can OP show the picture of the girl to his wing to confirm for sure?

Post: #10

Nice piece of writing, a little too much detail so I struggled to get through.

But the content is great. That's a serious burn man.

Moral of the story – do not invest emotionally in these tinder girls. Any girl I meet off tinder is nothing more than a piece of meat, as far as I'm concerned. I assume she is fucking other guys.

You will meet better girls from daygame, and by all means invest in them more. Being stone cold all the time just kills the experience.

Post: #11

@rapaz12 - I can still see you have a trouble in accepting the truth. I was more surprised than disappointed for one particular reason - what were the probabilities of that happening in a city inhabited by half a million people, such that me and my wing would hit at the same time on the same girl, though through different gaming, so to speak, channels?!

Yes, I made it sure that was the same girl - he saw a picture and the phone number was the same. She operated under different name and age (and no pictures) hence came through unnoticed as the same girl. Otherwise, as far as I can tell, my wing would step back.

@Villain - "[...] My personal belief is there are no more nice girls left in the States."

The irony is, this was a Middle Eastern, mid-twenties girl, though raised in London. However, I doubt what she told us was true. For example, she used two different names, two different ages, and her Tinder name was different as well.

Post: #12

Don't let it get you down my man! Your friend is probably in the Top 10% look wise! With all these leads... you seem to be doing good Day Game wise... so I wouldn't give it up. Anyway charge this one to the Game... and keep going! If your Ego ain't bruised... I say try to Nail that Chick too... and Smash it Good!

Post: #13

Delete

Post: #14

No denying that it must have hurt quite a bit and make you question whether the "daygame grind" is worth it. Unfortunately, in the Anglosphere, I'd probably have to answer "no", but it's not as if you can become your super good looking friend and get his results online.

This is quite the coincidence but there is obviously going to be some overlap between girls online, girls met at night, and girls met during the day. The whole "day game gives you the better quality girls" is just a general increased likelihood, all other factors being equal. This certainly does not mean that every girl in day game you meet will be an angel, or that she won't be a club slut, or that she won't be an online whore. There is no way you can guarantee against any of those things.

But like you said, the girls your pal is banging are of questionable quality inside and out. It's still a cesspit online even for the top 1% guys. There's a hard limit on the quality of girls you can get even if you're in the top 1% online. During the day, you can meet some shit quality girls too, but there is also access to higher quality not available online. Further to that, in social circle types of game there are girls that you might only be able to access via membership to that social circle, as some girls are just not available by any type of cold approach be it online at night or during the day.

There were likely red flags when you first saw her. The way she was dressed, her odd talking etc. High strung career woman in the city who thinks it's cool to live the SITC lifestyle, bringing lube to dates? Why the fuck would she need lube? She's not 40+. Just seems a bit weird. You maybe could have gotten the bang if you'd refrained from the makeout in public and tried to pull her home with some bait. But in the end who cares. You may well have dodged a bullet.

If we subscribe to the general theme of "all women are disgusting whores" (AWALT) then what would motivate a man to even try at day game or even try to move to another country? Every female has different degrees of whoring potential inherently inside her, and that can be drawn out depending on the environment she is placed in. (Water takes the shape of the container it fills.) It's also possible to meet girls, usually younger and less experienced than a mid 20s city career woman, obviously, who are at least to a great extent the antithesis of that crazy woman bringing lube and condoms to an online date. The number of women in the west who are not spoiled and mentally unhinged in some way or another is obviously low and ever decreasing, but it's possible elsewhere, and while the "AWALT" may eventually reveal itself in a certain set of circumstances ("the container"), you can still get a good 1, 2 or 3 years out of a girl who for that time appears far closer to the "NAWALT" end of the spectrum.

Your story was cutting and an educational, fucked up experience, but don't let one freak coincidence stop you from following your path and what you want. If we all completely lost faith in all women, the debauchery would be great for a while, but ultimately it would be very depressing. It's possible to digest the red pill and still have some basic faith and optimism in women, as opposed to the kind of thoughts that lead to men going MGTOW, getting depressed, killing themselves etc.

Post: #15

Saw the punch line from the beginning of the story.

Hoes gonna hoe.

Moral of the story? Be more handsome. Don't be less handsome. A corollary moral: be more direct which works best if you are more handsome.

Post: #16

@Captain Gh

In fact, my friend is probably in 1-2% of looks. Also tall, and buffed. Frankly, he punches below his weight. But Scotland is tough even for handsome men. I will not pursue this girl anymore actively, however if she's keen to go straight to my place, my door will be open. Won't entertain her with more dates, though.

@Skunk_Hunt

It actually didn't hurt me, as I wasn't emotionally invested. Had the girl been much more attractive, and with traits high on agreeableness, intelligent, just-my-type and after, say 2-3 dates, I wouldn't, I must admit it, have taken it so lightly.

I'm not going online any time soon. There is no joy in it. In a way, with the right attitude, daygame feels like an adventure, whether online like a compulso-neurotic grind. Also, I take some pride in doing something successfully most men wouldn't dare even trying.

I don't think that [...] "all women are disgusting whores" [...]. In fact, I don't think they are whores at all. They just follow a hard-wired, old evolutionary script of dual mating strategies and hypergamy. The culture we live in, whatever ideologies it imposes, isn't strong enough (or, rather, not enough time has passed), to override ancestral, biological impulses.

[...] Your story was cutting and an educational [...]

Thanks, much appreciated. The most astounding was the fact how improbable it was. The same girl met through two different channels, having arranged date with two different men on the same day, and both men have known each other and spoken about the same girl. Hard to believe but in tune with the improbability principle.


@Stalin

Yes, looks do matter but technology made it trivially easy for females to get that what normally required them to do at least some leg work - doll up, go downtown to the bar and be nice to a man who speaks to her.

The other thing - once a man meets a girl's attraction threshold, it's mostly don't fuck it up game (and be quick!). It's a matter of seconds to a minute at most, at least for a short-term sexual strategy selected mating partner. This circumstantial evidence is just one more piece of evidence in the mountain of empirical research.

Post: #17

This girl brought lube and all that - you and your bro should double team her. I bet she'd be into that.

Post: #18

Hah dude, I'd of fucking high fived him that's a hilarious story in my book.

Or better yet, have another girl with you at your pad, as your wing walks out with that hoodrat, give her a sly smile and a what's up.

That would be downright hilarious.

And honestly, stalin's right, you guys probably could've ran a devils threesome on her.


Shit happens man, charge it to the game, this is just another funny story in the player diaries.

Post: #19

Chicks be like all hos and all dat.

Sure thing is, we are all man-sluts as well.

Game on.

Post: #20

I have, on multiple occasions, set up a friend with a girl I invited out from tinder. It's a rep I have now (for better or worse). I know quickly if it's a girl I am actually interested in vs a bang.