From the anti-Trump march:
From the anti-Trump march:
Another lover of diversity and tolerance had to learn the hard way. Mona-Lisa Larsson, 68, married an African migrant in the name of love, only to see him dump her and for visa purposes. Truly smattering.
A Texas woman has been arrested after allegedly shooting her boyfriend and slitting his throat after he “acted like a jerk” and make her leave a local bar. Laura Flores Messick was charged after the assault on her boyfriend, Chason Montedeoca.
Ah! Empowered women!
I’ve been hearing a lot of headlines about this creature lately. Apparently having sex with John Legend (a talented guy) makes her the media’s chosen vehicle to go after Trump on every issue. As you might imagine, he’s a left-wing moron who opposes the president, but it goes beyond that. Whilst I can’t say she’s ugly, by any fair standard she would be at best 6/10. Her exotic factor is somewhat mitigated by a chubby face and mediocre body, and her political opinions don’t help.
When I think hot Wasian chick, the girl from Rambo II comes to mind. Chrissy Teigen is bangable, but not much else.
Of all the dating apps out there, Tinder is by far the worst. Though many alternatives may be bristling with ads and annoying pop-ups, Tinder takes its position of prominence as an excuse for technical disability.
Regardless of whether you have a connection or not, Tinder will constantly log you out, and offers no “remember me” option. Simply making a match is enough to trigger the timeless “Oops! Something went wrong. There was a problem logging into Tinder. Please try again.”At some points the user is even required to restart their phone to clear things up because Tinder’s application support is non-existent.
In the event you can successfully login, Tinder still has done nothing to arrest the tide of fake profiles littering the sidewalks of Swipe Street. Once you break past the initial flair of a few real profiles it becomes complete destitution; one where supremely attractive girls beg to be made scream–but first you must follow a link to the Tinder verification service, and happily embrace a virus. No matter how many times they are reported, the same profiles and their benefactors are never eradicated from the database. In fact, it is rare to find that you have no one in range, because Tinder allows bots to operate specifically to shore up its failing business.
Most of all, whenever you do find enough folks with real profiles to swipe on, Tinder will block you for 12 hours to promote its crappy paid service.Cause spending money to swipe on robots is truly endearing. Let the good times roll.
When all is said, Tinder remains popular mainly due to the size and notoriety. In contrast Bumble and Badoo are more effective apps that do not charge left or right but still offer larger pools of real users, and firmer systems to understand when one is a fake. Tinder could do all these things but its leadership is more interested in scraping money wherever possible. My advice? Douse the flame.
Perhaps it seems odd to start a post on this topic; after all, I do dream of a society where commitment takes center stage once more. The swelling mass of endless debauchery in relationships is after all not benefiting anyone, save those who care little about the future. When I refer to an epidemic here I mean the number of women who utilize online dating websites or actively pursue dates despite being in a relationship, while making no secret of the fact.
I first encountered such behavior about a year ago on Badoo. Chick was Hispanic and decent-looking. We matched, proceeded to get a solid back-and-forth going, and I went for the main course by asking her out. She replied, “I can’t. I have boyfriend.” I asked her what she was doing on the app, and looking for a guy specifically, and got no response. Ah, classic female reserve. The perfect defense mechanism.
Since that instance I have interacted with hundreds of girls who either openly stated they had boyfriends or let the issue slip at some point later on. What’s truly striking is how self-righteous these lasses were about their behavior, as though they actually felt zero guilt. I am well aware of the ability of women to pathologically lie, but perhaps the difference is how they need no practice to present themselves as righteous creatures.
We all know cheating women have been around for centuries, but the difference I wish to suggest is in social media’s role in expanding the opportunity to do so. Whether they seek some sort of physical validation or simply emotional salvation, dating apps and social media sites provide liberal portions. No girl must any longer be satisfied with the morning text from her boyfriend; she can login to Tinder and get showered with compliments by one hundred guys, but still not even need to engage in sex or a make-out session. She can get the boon of a relationship without doing any work.
Young men in particular need to be aware of the “Dating while taken”trend. You can easily waste hours of your time punching texts with pick-up lines or exchanging pics with a girl who will never give you the time of day because she already has a man. In her mind it’s not cheating, but she stands to benefit from remaining in that same position: Have infrequent sex with her boyfriend, and bask between the lapping, orgasmic waves created by male cheerleaders. No matter how sleek you may feel, you will always remain a pathetic slug in her eyes. That’s female empowerment.
In my lifetime the women who have been easiest to score with all worked in the healthcare field. I never thought much of it, but as time has passed the explanation has become quite clear to me. While you would imagine a background in health would make them more conscious about promiscuity and disease, it is actually a basis to empower their deepest desires for sluttery.
Stress and Speed
The first nurse I met was a perky little brunette with large blue eyes and a bouncing tushy who worked retail while in school. It took her less than one week to single me out, and she blew me a few days later. Her saga continued with every fellow she could get her hands on, and to this day he trades in for a new “meaningful relationship” on social media almost monthly. What struck me about her was the speed and aggressiveness of the approach. I employed minimal effort and she still came like some famished lynx for supper, desperate to eat her fill. I ascribe such behavior to the stress of the medical field; nurses often have to move fast if they are to save lives, and are equally decisive when it comes to sex.
Death and Biology
Regardless of where a nurse is stationed, she will deal with the immediacy of death at least somewhat frequently. Old folks pass, babies have illnesses, and sudden plagues strike innocent people. For healthcare workers–especially nurses–the constant reminder of death drives them uncontrollably towards the act of reproduction, or in modern terms, guilt-free sex. They suck dick and put their asses in the air to be ravaged out of sheer desperation so as to not run out of time on the biological clock, which their work makes them strikingly aware of.
Though you might reckon the exposure to health training makes nurses more celibate, in reality they are better empowered to activate their base instincts and turn into whores. Years of education on the workings of the human body, particularly focused on female sexual science, makes them feel impervious to modern disease and destined to liberate themselves like good feminist minions. It explains why a raven-haired sprite with a tight waiting room ass begged me to pound her from behind within several hours of meeting. When you give a woman unbridled access to dangerously raw knowledge, she becomes addicted to the meaty drug.
One additional factor leading to the looseness of nurses is the relationship they have with doctors. At the most fundamental level the power physicians wield in the operating room and office make them veritable icons to which female underlings must cling for career success. Doctors rule over and dominate their nurses, leaving the women with few options but to drop their pants if they desire career successes.
Any man who can successfully play up the role of masculine leader in the presence of a nurse has a golden opportunity. I coaxed a piping blonde ER nurse into bed with relative ease by doing precisely that. Like some might imagine, she wanted to be dominated by her “daddy” and spanked to kingdom come. That’s the psychology behind matrons.
As you can see, nurses are wired by their very nature to seek out rough and frequent sex. They simply cannot help but lust after confined males who relieve them of their stress, creating a game stacked well in favor of men.