I get a lot of messages. I mean, ALOT.
Enough messages to have developed an accurate sixth sense, in the FIRST message, about which men have serious value they are bringing to the table, and which men are time wasters, big talkers, borderline psychopaths/narcissists/sociopaths and utter time- wasters.
For the purpose of this blog, I’ll call “real” men Wolves, and “wannabe” men Dogs. (These are my thoughts, opinions, and observations. They don’t stand for everyone, so please, take your recreational outrage elsewhere).
Wolves get to the point. Their messages are short, sweet, respectful without being thirsty, and they say exactly what it is they are looking for. Dogs, on the other hand, send meandering, fantasy-based messages. “This is what I’m going to do to you/ you’re going to love this/I have lots of money/I want this, I want that….. Or the worst I have encountered is a photograph of a stash of money. *eyeroll*.They haven’t established any rapport with me, and they are already on a disconnected, tangential fantasy, that almost has no room for a lady to enter into the equation.
Wolves act. Wolves will write me about wanting to buy content/meeting up/id screening, get my email, and immediately do whatever needs to be done to get what they want. Dogs, TALK. They make promises. They tell me all about their plans. They guarantee they are serious, then complain when it comes to the point of actually ACTING “I didn’t know it was going to cost that much/I didn’t think I’d have to travel that far/aww. I thought your content was free/Can’t you just come over right now?”
Wolves live in reality. They have integrated, busy lives, and their time is valuable. They don’t ramble, they don’t ask “Can I ask you a question?”. They don’t have to be told twice. You ask them to read something, they read it. Dogs, live in a fantasy world. You tell them you don’t give out your kik, you don’t meet up before being screened, and that it doesn’t matter where they live, you can travel to them, and they respond to this message with “Can I have your kik? Also, what’s your address, can you fuck me right now, and where do you live?” They are so detached from the fabric of reality that you can hold up a sign saying “Stop/Cliff!”, and they will continue talking about how big their cock is, as the car flies off the edge.
Wolves under promise and over deliver. Dogs make nothing but promises, and never deliver.
Wolves only have to be told once. Dogs can’t seem to grasp the simplest instructions.
Wolves send one message. If you don’t respond, they move on. Dogs send message, after message, that start to escalate often into threats of violence. Or they send this: “??????” They don’t understand that a non-response may mean that I’m busy, out of service and haven’t even SEEN their message yet. They take everything personally, because they are insecure. Wolves get validation from an inward source, Dogs seek it endlessly, from outside sources.
Wolves give respect. Dogs are disrespectful.
Wolves don’t tell you what they are going to do to you in bed, they work to deepen the connection authentically, they progress the conversation, and intuit your wants and needs. They know sex comes AFTER seduction. Dogs IMMEDIATELY start telling you they will “fuck you better than anyone”, without asking you anything about what you like, what you want, or what it would actually take to make it happen. (insert another eye roll here).
Wolves don’t get mad, or insult you. They exude confidence and nothing knocks them off their feet. Dogs take any opportunity possible to be offended, take things personally, and feel like they are being taken advantage of, tricked, or lied to. They have no resilience. All it takes is not answering their message almost immediately to begin an onslaught of messages about what a “stuck up bitch” you are for not realizing how amazing they are. Then, they apologize, then when you don’t answer the apology, they attack you again.
Whoops…..I have like 20 more…..but a Wolf I’ve known for a while just offered to pick me up on his super cool road bike, with my favourite Beveridge……a steamy thermos of coffee, and take me out to watch the stars (I LOVE stargazing, coffee and road bikes…and he took the time to learn that)!!!
He’s big, and bad, but tonight I’m gonna…blow…his house down.
PS: I really hope you actually took something from this – and act like a wolf. Always.