It's interesting when something pulls back the delusional curtain ever-so-slightly for these girls and they see the reality behind the silly, unrealistic fantasies they insist on living in. They don't know how to act. It's like someone told them Santa Claus doesn't exist. Men do nice things for girls to impress them and then try to bed them. Proceed at your own risk. (Mainly the risk of feeling awkward--oh no!--that a guy made a pass at you and you had to be inconvenienced by having to reject him and made to feel uncomfortable in the process.)
I'll tell you a story that just illustrated this principle for me.
I met a girl in the boarding line for a flight recently: 18 years old, with a tight, petite, hot body. I'd place her around an 8. We chit-chatted for a little while, but she was boarded onto the plane before I was. I took note that she got on the plane way before me and sat in one of the cushier first-class seats I've seen. When I boarded several minutes later, I nodded at her across the aisles, and she waived super-enthusiastically. A lot of red-pill like ideas ran through my head. But, mainly, something told me "she didn't pay for that ticket."
At the luggage carousel at our destination, I decided to re-approach her--given, of course, the description above. I asked her what she was doing in the city, and she proceeded to tell me that she "knows a pilot" who gets her free tickets. "I just have to call him a day or so before." Keep in mind: this was an international destination. Unbeknownst to her--because I'd been tracking her for an opportunity to open her--I'd seen her meet this pilot at the city of origin, give him the most concave hug I've ever seen, and thank him. The pilot was an older cat, but not ancient.
Any reasonable girl over, say, the age of 16 should know deep down that this old guy wants nothing more than to stuff her. Yet, women conveniently shut their eyes--and keep them closed by force--to the obvious subtext of these men's largesse. They see nothing wrong with taking and taking and taking--and using sexual manipulation and subterfuge in the process--but immediately cry foul when a man suggests even the smallest token in return. When men, like us, baldly state our intentions, the hamster powers up and runs a marathon.
Enter these CS chicks. They want a free place to stay, a docent to explain to them every detail of the cities they're in, clean linens, meals even, all for a similarly, conveninently platonic and safe price of nothing.
What the outrage is about is a straight-up fear that the buffet is closing. "These guys are evil for trying to ruin a good thing for us."
I'll tell you a story that just illustrated this principle for me.
I met a girl in the boarding line for a flight recently: 18 years old, with a tight, petite, hot body. I'd place her around an 8. We chit-chatted for a little while, but she was boarded onto the plane before I was. I took note that she got on the plane way before me and sat in one of the cushier first-class seats I've seen. When I boarded several minutes later, I nodded at her across the aisles, and she waived super-enthusiastically. A lot of red-pill like ideas ran through my head. But, mainly, something told me "she didn't pay for that ticket."
At the luggage carousel at our destination, I decided to re-approach her--given, of course, the description above. I asked her what she was doing in the city, and she proceeded to tell me that she "knows a pilot" who gets her free tickets. "I just have to call him a day or so before." Keep in mind: this was an international destination. Unbeknownst to her--because I'd been tracking her for an opportunity to open her--I'd seen her meet this pilot at the city of origin, give him the most concave hug I've ever seen, and thank him. The pilot was an older cat, but not ancient.
Any reasonable girl over, say, the age of 16 should know deep down that this old guy wants nothing more than to stuff her. Yet, women conveniently shut their eyes--and keep them closed by force--to the obvious subtext of these men's largesse. They see nothing wrong with taking and taking and taking--and using sexual manipulation and subterfuge in the process--but immediately cry foul when a man suggests even the smallest token in return. When men, like us, baldly state our intentions, the hamster powers up and runs a marathon.
Enter these CS chicks. They want a free place to stay, a docent to explain to them every detail of the cities they're in, clean linens, meals even, all for a similarly, conveninently platonic and safe price of nothing.
What the outrage is about is a straight-up fear that the buffet is closing. "These guys are evil for trying to ruin a good thing for us."