Lost in tinderland

[Billy&The CloneasaurusParticipant]

I found this poem written by a female journalist who does columns on dating. It’s about her experiences on tinder and it contains a lot of red pill themes: the wall, gold digging, pump and dump, Mgtow, and impossible female standards.

To all the Alice’s lost in Tinderland …

The light was bright upon her face

Her phone’s flash was alight

Filters applied to hide the fact

That wrinkles were in sight

And this was odd because it was

The middle of the night.

Casey was on her cellular

Which she kept close at hand

She swiped in vain to behold

The bachelors of the land

“If only I could match with one”

She said “It would be grand”

“Oh bachelors please come walk with me”

Miss Casey did beseech

” A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,

A coffee in the least

I cannot meet for o’er an hour,

To give sufficient time to each.”

The eldest bachelor studied her,

But swipe right he never did

He winked his eye and hesitated

But swiped to the left instead

Meaning to say he did not choose

To leave his bachelor bed.

But four young bachelors super liked,

All eager for the meet:

Their jeans were washed, their beards were trimmed,

Their shirts were pressed and neat–

And this was sad, because you know,

Her standards they did not meet.

Four other bachelors followed them,

And yet another four;

Thick and fast they swiped at her,

And more, and more, and more …

All swiping right with frenzied rate,

To try and seal a Friday date.

“The time has come,” Miss Casey said,

“To talk of many things:

Of shoes … and kids … and wedding plans …

And diamond engagement rings–

And if you rent or if you own

And what your income brings.”

“But wait a bit,” the bachelors cried

“Before we have our chat;

For some of us are only here,

To try and get with that!”

“No thank you!” said Miss Casey.

And quickly swiped unmatch.

“A glass of wine, ” Miss Casey said,

“Is what we chiefly need:

Getting to know one another

Is very good indeed …

Now if you’re ready, Bachelor dear,

We can begin the feed.”

“But not on us!” the bachelors cried,

Turning a little green

“After we have bought the drinks,

How can you be so mean?

Don’t chew us up and spit us out,

Then print for all to read!”

“It seems a shame,” Miss Casey said,

“They think it’s such a trick,

They think I’m simply out to write

Their tempers are so quick!

How can I just explain to them,

They aren’t a very good fit?”

“I weep for you,” Miss Casey said:

“I deeply sympathize

For I too feel rejected

Far more than you realize.

For when you lie, or cheat or ghost

That’s when my column is liked the most”

“O Bachelors,” said our single gal,

“We’ve had a pleasant run!

Shall we try Tinder once again?”

But answer there came none …

And this was scarcely odd, because

They’d been swiped at every one.

The answer, is no.

[Knights Templar RisingParticipant 5106]

It made me weep tears of joy! #icethemout

Sovereignty above all else.

[Jan SobieskiParticipant 28791]

She gets it.

Love is just alimony waiting to happen. Visit mgtow.com.

[GeraldParticipant 3620]

Excellent post. Thank you.

No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.

[UntamedParticipant]

This poem has feminist tears written all over it. It’s great!
The whining goes on a bit too long but it’s proof that she at least wrote it herself.

Don't let them Blame, Shame or Tame you!
Give 'em NOTHING, not even an answer!
#GenderSegragationNow!

[Remove me!Participant]

Maya Angelou needs to shorten her poems.

Pathetic

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.

[MaddladParticipant 765]

Pretty accurately sums up the incredibly overly entitled c~~~s on Tinder who should have no right to be as entitled as they are coz they’re a bunch of ugly, fat, shallow post wall hags looking for Brad Pitt lookalikes.

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