A rich vein of Game material can be mined from the antics of attention whores. Why let a dumpy skank’s cry for attention go unexploited for profit with much cuter, thinner girls?
In any texting or messaging scenario with a Prime Femininity girl you want to
gentlemanly court bang, there will be instances when she tries to
a. shit test you
b. qualify you
c. beta bait you with slutty flirting
d. flake on you
e. make you chase her
f. generally act bitchy and self-entitled
e. all of the above while in a late night alcoholic stupor
Instead of reaching deep into your mental storehouse of game knowledge for the perfect response, choose the Way of the Jerkboy and send a captionless pic to her that will have her hamster spinning frantically, her vagina flowering curiously, and her heart pounding recklessly.
GIRL: I can’t meet on Friday. I have a cat grooming class.
GIRL: You’re a really nice guy. Thanks for being there for me.
GIRL: Don’t get any ideas, I’m not gonna send you naked selfies.
It is my humble opinion that Lena Dunham Game represents the next level in the evolution of Emoji Game. Step aside, Birthday Cat, Lena Dunham is about to squat on you and turn you into a pickup diamond.
Commenter zodak adds [minor edits for comedic impact],
“this is the last thing her sister saw as she was about to be molested.”
I was about to put up a fourth pic of Lena, but I think everyone’s had enough for today. Or forever.
Great Caesar’s Ghost writes,
LaidNYC once said something like, “Tell a woman you like Lena Dunham, watch her agree. Tell a woman she reminds you of Lena Dunham, watch her rage.”
Women want to see the uglier of their sisters elevated (probably to act as pressure release valves for undersexed, uppity omega males), but they don’t want to be compared favorably to the fugs among them. Cognitive dissonance is the natural female state.