It’s cute seeing dudes blog gorgeous girls with the intent of making other girls here feel like garbage.

It’s like the guys that do this are stuck emotionally in junior high by some sad little wound that Little Suzy liked the other guy much more.

Fishing for beat down broken emotionally dead girls to meet you in that place where you’re still beat down and broken. Cute.

It’s… wow. I mean, I’m obviously not surprised, because I’ve talked about it a number of times, but still. It’s just… I don’t feel like “pathological” is an overstatement at this point.

Notice that along with the Emo-kid-from-2003 tone and masterful deployment of sarcasm, Trolly McTrollpants here absolutely can not resist going after the girls. They get all the way through the exposition of their indignation, they’re ready to sign off with some clever bon mot… but they can’t walk away without calling the girls emotionally dead.

Which, seriously, way to fail to read the room… if there’s one thing these bitches ain’t, it’s “emotionally dead”. I’m told that many of them were such before they met me, but I figure either (a) that’s just girlish hyperbole, or (b) I’m a fucking necromancer. The point is… my days would be less fulfilling but more relaxing if any of them were simply “emotionally chilled”, much less psychosexually pining for the fjords.

RE: meet you in that place

So far, they’ve all met me at the airport. Or an Airbnb. I guess Puddles met me in an apartment. I wouldn’t say any of the places were beat down and/or broken. Oh, except the screen door on that one place! Fucker ripped my Guns N’ Roses shirt, which, okay, was already a little bloodstained from when I fell in 2022, but still… I loved it. Pinky has it now, because the ripped screen had to exact its toll, and…

Wait a minute… are we back to talking about trolls? What a co-inky-dink.

RE: Cute.

Baby, I’m hideous. Also a giant asshole. A wholly unimpressive specimen.

And yet better than you on every conceivable level.

So… yikes.