Here I am again… mind doing Olympic sprints at 2am. You know the one, where your thoughts are doing Formula 1 laps, overtaking each other, crashing into emotions, and you’re just there like… “Cool, love that for me.”
Racing mind? More like a full-blown mental traffic jam with zero road rules.
But that’s not even why I’m here.
Let’s talk about something far more… fascinating. The confidence. No, the audacity of some people when they first make contact on this site.
And I genuinely need to know… do the men experience this too? Or is this a special VIP experience reserved for women?
Because WOW.
Nothing quite says “hello, I’m a well-adjusted human being” like:
“I want to see your mouth around my d*ck. WhatsApp me.”
Ah yes. Romance isn’t dead, it’s just… deeply unwell.
Or my personal favourite:
“Wanna meet for a f*ck, here’s my number.”
Sir. Be serious for just one second of your life.
Is this how you approach people in real life?
Do you walk up to someone in a Woolworths aisle like:
“Hi, excuse me, (between the avocados and the oat milk), I’d like to ruin your day. Here’s my number.”
Because if so… I have follow-up questions. Many. None of them kind.
Honestly, at this point I’m tempted to respond with: “Sure babe, save mine too: 072 123 FUCK OFF”
Or maybe: “072 123 DON’T BE A DOOS”
We can workshop it.
And before anyone clutches pearls, those are the mild messages. The ones that make it to the “laugh before blocking” stage.
The rest? Straight to delete. No trial, no jury, no appeal.
And then people wonder why there are fewer women on platforms like this.
It’s not a mystery. It’s not a conspiracy. It’s cause and effect.
Because when the first interaction feels like you’ve been catcalled by a keyboard with WiFi… it leaves a taste. And not a good one.
Here’s the thing though, this behaviour isn’t bold, it isn’t sexy, and it definitely isn’t effective.
It just screams: “I skipped the ‘basic human decency’ tutorial.”
No one is here to be treated like a free, on-demand service. We’re not takeaway meals you order at 2am and forget about in the morning.
And if that is what you’re looking for, good news! There are professionals for that. Go support the economy.
But don’t come here expecting enthusiasm after leading with disrespect.
Because trust me, no one is sitting here thinking: “Wow, what a poetic opening line. I must cancel my plans immediately.”
If anything… it’s giving: “Forever alone with Mrs Palm and her five daughters, and honestly, I suspect even they’re tired of your bullshit.”
The bar isn’t even that high… and yet somehow, some of you still manage to walk into it.
Do better. Or don’t. But don’t be surprised by the results.
Anyway… rant over.
To the decent, respectful, self-aware men on here, you’re noticed. You’re appreciated. You’re the reason some of us haven’t deleted our profiles and taken up knitting instead.
