Post: #26

(07-06-2018 02:11 AM)Roardog Wrote:  Over time you'll get good at spotting "fat face" as well.

I'm getting pretty good at this. Now if only there were a reliable way to spot "single mother face."

Post: #27

(07-07-2018 11:25 AM)Hypno Wrote:  Bj or titty fuck if passable

A lot of these girls are very accomplished at giving head because that’s all they get to do. They literally suck your dick as though they have something to prove.

The real question is how to get them to leave after

Cue the Charlie Sheen quote

Post: #28

I’ve gotten SIF’ed only a few times out of hundreds, so I like to think I have a good eye to sniff them out beforehand.

But one girl was particularly devious and she actually resized her photos by narrowing them horizontally, changing their aspect ratio so she looked thinner. So when she showed up, she was huge. Morbidly obese. I mean, she was wider than she was taller.

I considered feigning not recognizing her and passing myself off as mistaken identity, but she instantly recognized me and practically cornered me as soon as she saw me. I was embarrassed to even be seen in public with her. I racked my brain for any exit strategy as we sat down in the cafe.

I came up with this:

I set a timer on my phone to go off in two minutes. Made polite small talk and only ordered a water. When the timer went off, I feigned surprise and picked up my phone. Pretended to frown and let out a sigh of frustration, saying “oh its my client, they’re calling me. Give me a second.”

Then I finally said to her, “my client wants a meeting with me now. I have to take this because its urgent.”

Then I ran out of there.

Blocked her, but not before her calling me out and demanding taxi money.

That was the worst catfish ever.

Post: #29

Easy, just ask for Angela.

Post: #30

It's a good time to experiment with your more "out there game," too. Try some shit out. This is how I learned that most women don't like to be told to imagine me cumming in their ass, lol.

Post: #31

From the "I just got Catfished" thread a while back, I wrote :

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(06-10-2014 02:13 PM)Baphomet Wrote:  I'm not the "dip out the back" kind of guy and prefer to deal with dishonesty upfront.

About a year ago met a girl off of Match. My profile was very specific about the fact that photos must be recent and accurate. (All of mine were.) After a couple of emails we set up a meet at a local bar. When she arrived it was clear that her photos were a decade old (By the looks of it, a HARD decade). Because my photos were actually recent, she recognized me and walked over.

I said "hi." She said, "hi." Then I simply told her that since she was not honest with me about her photos, we would not be continuing the date. I excused myself and left.

She texted me 10 minutes later and called me an asshole. No response from me. 2 hours later she texted me apologizing for everything.

Their lying and other dishonesty should be called out every time.

I got a lot more careful after that.

Post: #32

Same way men tend to use numbers-game (texting as many girls as possible with a low turn rate), girls do the same. I can't give numbers but I imagine many men end up banging the fatty since "they're already there". Girls take the chance and I think most men are polite to the fatties independently of the bang prospect.

Do what's right. Call them dishonest and leave.

Post: #33

I got catfished by a morbidly obese specimen in Bangkok. Yep, in a city where a little game gets you a 7 on the regular, or just showing up gets you a sea of 5s, I ended up with a 2.

To make matters worse, I am no stranger to Bangkok or the rest of South East Asia. I know what quality I can reasonably pull here and I should've known better than this.

We matched on Tinder. Her pictures looked alright. She wasn't anything special, but by no means ugly. And also, by no means fat. Pictures passed the boner test.

Our conversations were pleasant and she made it quite easy to meet up. In fact, she wanted to meet up at her place.

What could possibly go wrong, right?

Well, her place turned out to be quite out there, not near the center. Since I never say no to an adventure, I decided to go for it. Ordered an Uber and was on my way.

One hour later, I arrive at the place and she's nowhere to be found. Turns out she made a mistake with the location and it's still a couple blocks away. So now I'm in some local Thai neighborhood backalley and my Uber driver just took off. Just great.

I open Google Maps and walk to the nearest big road to find a motorbike taxi. Find one and manage to get him to drive to the correct location (which the girl had sent me by now).

Needless to say, when I finally arrive, I'm quite annoyed already by the 1 hour Uber ride + her having sent the wrong location initially + getting ripped off by a motorbike taxi dude + now being sweaty as fuck because I'd been walking and driving around in the relentless sun for the past 20 minutes.

I remember thinking "at least I'm getting my dick wet."

I text her to let her know I'm at the location.

I wait around for a while. In the corner of my eye, I see a huge body of flesh appear across the street.

"Haha nah, that can't be her."

The body of flesh lifts her arm and waves at me.

By this point, I am still in denial. "No. This is not happening."

I look around me to see if she might be waving to someone else. Nope, I am the only person there.

For a split second, I am completely into freeze mode, which is the first reaction of the human body in the face of danger, before it decides to either flee or fight.

I have not made eye contact yet. The relentless traffic keeps her from crossing the street. I have at least 10 more seconds to decide.

"Get out of here. Just walk off. Grab a taxi. Anything. Get. The. Fuck. Out." my inner voice is telling me.

Traffic disappears and I see the ham beast wobble across the street towards me.

I am ready to hit this moving object of epic proportions in the face if need be. I will fight for my life.

"Hi, you must be Winston?"

She's standing right in front of me.

...

"Yeah that would be me. Can we just go to your room, I need to cool down a bit."

Mother of God, what the hell am I getting myself into.

Minutes later, we arrive in her room which is a tiny shit hole shoebox Thai apartment. It's even hotter here than outside. It's the fucking sahara desert.

She knows what's up, pulls my pants down and starts giving me a blowjob. Given how large she is, I'm not surprised that all she wants to do is put things in her mouth.

To my utter disbelief, she actually manages to get me hard.

She gets on the bed, which shakes under the weight. Are those steel bed posts making holes in the concrete underneath them?

I must be imagining things.

The motionless pile of blubber is just staring up at me, like I am supposed to do something.

I look down and see my previously hard dick disappear and turn into nothing but a series of soft wrinkles.

Without saying a word, I just start putting on my clothes.

"What are you doing Winston?"

I left.

The next 3 hours were spent drinking beers at a local Thai bar I found around the corner, staring into the distance and pondering about what my life has become.

"One more beer sir?"

Sure, keep them coming.

I look at my phone and see a notification: "You have a new match."

Post: #34

I don't get catfished much these days, but when it happened I'd just politely but firmly excuse myself after 5 minutes. No need to make up excuses, just "I'm sorry this isn't going to work". They've never made a scene, I'm gone before the shock hits them. Sometimes angry texts ensue but that's no big deal.

Post: #35

Post: #36

Use FaceTime or Skype cam first.

And yes if they ugly or crazy, have a line ready( I just remembered I have to go pick up a buddy at the airport) or “I have to go,” if it’s really going bad

Post: #37

Two tinder bangs this in the last three days. First one was a solid 8 on tinder, nice green eyes, long brown luscious hair. Huge titties in a bright blue bra. Pick her up at night from work to go home and she was at best a 6 face wise, and I couldnt tell the body cause she was fully covered up in a jacket. Get home and she takes her clothes off and she was disgusting full of stretch marks former fatty and saggy tits obviously bumped up in push up. Nasty. Gave me the best BJ of my life though, and went ass to mouth no problemo. Will be hitting her back up solely for Bjs cause it was unreal. First greek flag which was a bonus, didnt even know she was greek.

Today I picked up a venezuelan chick for what I thought would be a quick no drama bang. She looked like a 6.5 on tinder and had a nice ass. Pick her up at the rendezvous and shes dressed super fly but I can tell shes 20lbs heavier than her pics. I take her to my office and for some fucking reason the door wont open, we tried for 10 minutes to no avail. Took her for ice cream then boned her in my car. Twice. Girl would not suck my dick though. Also her pussy smelled rancid as fuck. I couldnt even cum the second time. But at least I got my first venezuelan flag.

What I've learned is that only girls who are 6 or below will come straight to your place to bang without a pretext, or agree to get picked up and taken home. Anything above a 6 will likely want at least a drink before getting sawed in two. If shes coming straight to bang deduct anywhere from 2-4 points and/or shes on her period and is horny asf.

You have been warned.

Post: #38

Leave.

Post: #39

(07-11-2018 09:07 PM)CleanSlate Wrote:  I’ve gotten SIF’ed only a few times out of hundreds, so I like to think I have a good eye to sniff them out beforehand.

But one girl was particularly devious and she actually resized her photos by narrowing them horizontally, changing their aspect ratio so she looked thinner. So when she showed up, she was huge. Morbidly obese. I mean, she was wider than she was taller.

I considered feigning not recognizing her and passing myself off as mistaken identity, but she instantly recognized me and practically cornered me as soon as she saw me. I was embarrassed to even be seen in public with her. I racked my brain for any exit strategy as we sat down in the cafe.

I came up with this:

I set a timer on my phone to go off in two minutes. Made polite small talk and only ordered a water. When the timer went off, I feigned surprise and picked up my phone. Pretended to frown and let out a sigh of frustration, saying “oh its my client, they’re calling me. Give me a second.”

Then I finally said to her, “my client wants a meeting with me now. I have to take this because its urgent.”

Then I ran out of there.

Blocked her, but not before her calling me out and demanding taxi money.

That was the worst catfish ever.

As I just mentioned in another thread, I got zinged hard, and I really should've known better. Several indicators were there, but I took a silly chance. As opposed to your example, I rocketed off down the parking lot just in time to escape her field of vision.