New psyop idea: convince women we’re constantly bombarded by this kind of shameless perverted thirstyness, complain about how exhausting it is and how we wish we just had someone to take on nice dates and give princess treatment to without any expectation of physical affection. DON’T actually do that though. Wait for them to crashout and conclude that men have no idea what we want and being classy isn’t getting them anywhere. They’ll give you on romance and resort to mass 2am “u up” texts!

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