How Dare You
Look, I get it. I’ve got an auto-swiper app that likes every girl within a thirty mile radius of me. Every girl is a yes girl in my book, but I just unmatch the hags. But to think you deserve me? You message me with your simple, “Hey”, and expect me to bow down to your whaleish figure?
HOW DARE YOU
Stupid 250 pound ogres.
How dare you try to start a conversation with me.
You are an overweight, cocky girl with short hair. To top it all off your profile literally says, “I don’t need a man, I’m a strong independent woman.”
How dare you message me.
I don’t even know what to say to some of you.
I’m in good shape, well-traveled, successful in my career. You live at home and barely resemble a woman. A woman’s looks are everything and you have nothing. You are basically a worthless genetic dead end. Sure, some moron will stick his dick in you – but you’re worthless.
You think you have a chance with me?
How dare you.