Think about this scenario (because we are going to make it real).
I am a chubby, ugly, social outcast with piss poor hygeine, bad breath, terrible dress, loser with no friends, zero dating opportunities, and sweaty to boot. This is literally me.
Now there’s you. Pretty, sexy, well to do, lots of friends and thousands of attractive male options. For whatever reason, you see this post and it gives you that forbidden, dark twisted feral feeling…it’s just so wrong to come talk to me. You know I didn’t lie I really am a gross loser.
You find that our conversations are so dull. They feel over each message. I am a bad texter, bad flirt, and yet you find you keep the conversation going…because it gets your kitty purring. You should not be here. You should not be giving me your attention. You should not be feeding me, a low vibration ugly slob, your precious feminine energy.
But, you cannot help yourself.
Force it. Make me who you chase harder than anyone in your life. Fight for my attention. Double text me. Lose your dignity. Don’t tell a soul.
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