Mangina. Nice.
I think it's time to get this thread locked down. And how will I do that? By spreading baseless rumors.
So for my fellow manginas, who find themselves wondering to themselves, hmmmm.....am I too nice? Maybe it's a sign of alpha-ness to use rapey languge to describe my encounters with girls? Maybe girls deep down want me to treat them like holes who serve their purpose? I have a little story for you.
After I posted my little 7-point thesis above, a girl who is well-reviewed on here reached out to me. (Not Sarah). She wanted to thank me for "being nice" (or for being a mangina, if you prefer) and proceeded to tell me that one of our pro-rapey friends commenting on this very here thread had been stalking her, had tracked down her real name and had been sending her threatening messages. Also, that he was boring in bed and spent like 15 minutes of the session fiddling with the lights. A shining example of red-blooded American machismo for ya. Sent me his real picture and linkedin ID too.
See, sometimes guys who seem like rapey assholes turn out to be, well, rapey assholes.
Now, of course, I have no way of knowing if any of what she says is true. But in your heart of hearts, you all know it's true.
(Speaking of which, you know, if you read between the lines - maybe the actual lines - in this review, it's pretty obvious Sarah herself was also bored by this particular reviewer).
Moral of the story. It can be OK to act like a rapey asshole with a professional in the confines of the room in a safe contained environment where consent has been obtained. WRITING about being a rapey asshole, not so much. It encourages other rapey assholes who may not be as refined and civilized as you. Especially if you throw in gratuitous insults and dehumanizing language...she served her purpose, etc etc. Yeah, girls just cream in their pants when you say they look worn down and are very very overrated in looks. And BRAGGING about your rapey asshole exploits - well, anytime I read one of those going forward, I'll be envisioning you fiddling with the lights for 15 minutes.
Love,
Your Mangina-in-Chief
ps- if you think you might be the guy she told me about...please don't pm me to find out. You'll have to live with the doubt.