POF is the way to go, depending on your area. Fortunately here there's sloots a plenty because of all the colleges. Just string some copy pasta and small talk for a few messages, get her number, plan meetups fairly quick, then smash.
It always blows my mind how many sites there are for hooking up. Dating I understand that's different but I would think any normal looking woman could walk into a bar and find someone willing to sleep with her.
Which always makes me question what type of women are on these sites. Originally Posted by AJ Originally Posted by Danakind. Women have a lot of trouble with dating too. They keep wondering why there are no good looking guys left. It's great for finding local flings.
You just have to try and put the time in to meet up, there isnt any guarantee. You wont know what they really are like until you meet them in person.
They can have all of the usual stuff on their profile about not looking for a ONS and looking to take things slow and still be horny as hell. They can look the part of a sloot and be insecure and a starfish in bed. There is something terribly wrong with a female if she uses online "hook up" sites. Originally Posted by Johnny10inch. Originally Posted by jackstraw For example some site is great in first months or even years, but by time become "pouted" with fake and old profiles, etc, so those guys "test" and update 2 times monthly what is hot, fresh and best working in that field.
Originally Posted by LordBroski. Easy puss is easy puss. As long as she's decent looking, any hole is a goal. I stay away from those sites because obviously 95 percent or more of the people on there are guys.
You put in your pictures and add some information if you can be bothered. I started with one line "Single Canadian girl in London". It's superficial, based purely on physical attraction, but that's what I was looking for.
You go through what's there, if you see someone you like, you swipe right. If he swipes you too, it lights up like a game, then asks if you want to keep playing. My first Tinder date was with someone I'd seen before on OKCupid — the same faces crop up on all these sites. He knew all the cool restaurants, the best places and, as he was only in London occasionally, things moved faster than they should have. After just a few dates, he booked us a night in a fancy Kensington hotel.
I met him at a pub first — liquid courage — and knew the second I saw him that my heart wasn't in it. The connection wasn't there for me. Not a great start. But Tinder is addictive. You find yourself browsing and swiping and playing on. The possibilities pile up. I'm ashamed to say it but I sometimes went on three or four dates a week. It could be to a bar around the corner, or somewhere fabulous — Berner's Tavern, the Chiltern Firehouse. Most of the guys I met were looking for sex, rarely were they after a relationship.
With Tinder, I discovered what it could be to have sex then walk away without a backward glance. Sex didn't have to be wrapped up with commitment, and "will he? It could just be fun.
Sometimes I had nothing in common with the guy but there was a sexual spark. In "real life", he was the ultimate knob. He didn't fit with my politics, my views, I'd never have introduced him to my friends. In bed, though, he was passionate, eager, energetic. For a while, we'd hook up every six weeks. But there were a lot of negatives.
It could feel … seedy. Where do you go for sex? I didn't feel comfortable taking someone back to my place, as he'd then know where I lived, and I live alone. If we went back to his, I'd have no idea what to expect. With "Aldgate East", we had to walk through a pub to get to the bedroom and I swear there was a train going through the lounge.
You're trusting people you barely know. After a few dates with "Manchester", I agreed to visit his hotel room next time he was in London. I'd always been diligent about practising safe sex, but he had trouble getting in the mood with the condoms and went against my wishes at the last moment.
The next morning I wrote him an angry text. I've never felt so violated. Most often, though, I didn't have sex at all. I generally left home open to the possibility but found, when my date showed up, that I didn't want to see him again, let alone see him naked.
There was no spark, or he was dull or gross or just too pushy. One date chased me to the tube trying to shove his tongue down my throat. Another — who started promisingly — changed after his second drink, spilling a glass of wine on me without apologising, and cutting me off each time I spoke. It can be harder to walk away when you've met through Tinder. When you're matched, you can spend days — in some cases, weeks, months — exchanging messages, texting and working yourselves up, filling in the gaps with your imagination.
By the time you meet, you've both invested so much, you've raised your hopes and his. In some ways Tinder can even work against you finding a partner. I met one guy who was a likely contender for a boyfriend. We went on five dates without sex, just a kiss and a hug. Then one night, he arrived at my place stinking of booze and likely high on something. The sex was over in seconds — a massive anticlimax after such a build-up...
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