How I scammed old ladies

Winter. A cold December is underway... As luck would have it, I got off work way too early. The money in my pocket is a pittance. By the law of perversity, I had an arrangement with a very beautiful girl for this very day. I had been writing to her for weeks, breaking through all her barriers, and finally she gave in—agreed to meet. The meeting was planned for 5 PM, and I got off at 4. She, as often happens with beautiful and arrogant ones, didn't give her number, but wrote that we'd chat on VK. I log in, the user is offline. I think, okay, I'll wait. An hour and a half passes. Finally, the long-awaited girl logs onto the site and sees my messages: "Hi. I got off early, can

you come sooner, it's cold", "Well, where are you, sunshine, maybe you could write your number, we'll call?", "Brrr, when will you warm me with your radiance." Personally, I saw nothing wrong (on my part), in trying to accommodate the person and call. But this bitchy lady, as always, wanted to decide everything her way. "I won't give my number, I said! We'll chat here. I'm already getting ready." Time: 5:30. The delay is already 30 minutes, but the Goddess is only just starting to get ready to leave.

You might think, or you might think, that such a situation is ordinary, gray banality, not requiring any worries or a depressed state? Hmm. Okay, I'll accept your point of view. If such incidents happened once or twice in a hundred. But what if not? If every third meeting with a stranger is something like this? If each one strives to hurt in one way or another, and—maximally painfully? If such experiences are not one, but dozens, hundreds, possibly thousands? If every single time some dirty trick happens, some absurd demand, condition? Every time hysterics start, attempts at domination, and in a perverted form?

I wanted to conduct this experiment a long time ago, but moral restraints held me back. In the end, I decided I'd get off with "minor bloodshed," without spreading myself too thin. But as time showed, there wasn't much to spread. Of course, sometimes I set girls up and responded blow for blow, but that was far from the case in other instances. I never stood a girl up consciously. Consequently, I had no idea if it was difficult or not—to talk a girl into coming to an unfamiliar place and, if possible, make her wait as long as possible beyond the agreed time, and at the end write her something very painful and nasty, so she could feel how unpleasant it is on her own skin. Of course, I myself went through such "baptisms by fire" more than 50 times and felt no particular sympathy for the female sex, especially considering the return of the "debt," which is hundreds of times less than what would have been required to be paid back.

I decided to start with "Friend Around." I threw out a few lures into the ether, saying I was looking for a girl and would take her to the movies, a restaurant, or a club at my expense. It's worth considering that I set my age—27. I put up a photo of a very handsome man (against the backdrop of an expensive suit), in the profile I wrote that I was well-off and could prove it by any means. To my efforts, such an unpalatable contingent wrote to me (a couple of underage girls and women over 45) that I decided to switch to another app. The story repeated itself again—beautiful girls just visited the profile and wrote nothing, while underage girls and the too ugly wanted to "just chat" despite my call to meet in real life. I became curious about such indifference and wrote to one. "Let's go to the movies," to which I got the reply: "You're an idiot. I don't like successful men, those who flaunt money." What that meant, I never understood. The second girl wrote: "What club do you need, you freak. No money will help!" I smiled and looked at the man's photo. It puzzled me that the reaction was exactly the same as to my real photo, maybe even worse. Has the world turned upside down?

The experiment had to be conducted by any means. I decided to use the most extensive network—VK. I wrote in groups that I'm 27, young and well-off, and looking for a girl for a simple date.

Only five girls wrote. But their correspondence and reaction to communication were very interesting. The first—29 years old, divorced, quite attractive. I present the correspondence here.

Anna — Hi!)) You're probably in high demand with girls?

Me — You know, no. You're the first to write.

Anna — Really? How lucky I am then!

Me — Yeah. Let's get acquainted—I'm Sergei.

Anna — Anya. I read your message, so you're looking for a girl?

Me — Yes.

Anna — Mm. And I, you see, got dumped by a guy. Now I'm afraid to date anyone, to be honest.

Me — And what are you afraid of?

Anna-That I'll get "dumped" again. And why are you looking for a girl?

Me — Tired of loneliness. Have money, but no time for personal life.

Anna — And for what purposes are you looking? Maybe our goals are different.

Me — For a relationship.

Anna — And doesn't your age bother you, only 27, isn't it too early?

Me — If you need someone older, then look for someone older.

Anna — Are you confident in yourself?

Me — confident.

Anna — Can you meet tomorrow at any time? Because I have a child, I think you looked at the photos. I can get away for about 3 hours.

Me — Free all day, I think we can get acquainted in a couple of hours.

Anna — Can I think about it? I'm still unsure whether to meet you.

Me — Think, but not for long. Two other girls wrote to me.

Anna — Then go with them. Good luck

The situation itself looked as follows—a divorced girl with a child literally from the second message started "pressing," looking for weak spots, manipulating. She even made a dig about age (like, 27, a child), and clearly had a bitchy character. I tried to hurt her as much as possible, I don't know if it worked. After that, a second girl wrote. She's 30, beautiful. Wrote from a fake photo.

Olga — hi)

Me — Hi. Looking for a relationship?

Olga — Well, yes. And what are you into?

Me — listening to music.

Olga — You misunderstood, what are you into specifically, in life?

Me — I don't have time for empty correspondence. Send your photo.

Olga — (photo)

Me-beautiful girl.

Olga — I agree. I'm writing from a fake, don't want to be exposed. And what are your requirements for a girl?

Me — To be faithful and reliable.

Olga — I'm laughing. Dated my ex for six months, lived with him for two months. And he had requirements—this and that. In the end, he dumped me, even though I met all his stupid requirements. And you only have two of them..

Me — Well, that should make you happy.

Olga — Are you depressed?

Me — No.

Olga — Maybe something's bothering you?

Me — No.

Olga — Sorry, I can't run after guys. I shouldn't have written to you.

Me-So maybe we can meet?

Olga — I'm telling you, I shouldn't have written...

Me — Where does such trash write to me from? Are you all sick in the head? Looks like you have depression along with other

illnesses (ignore)

The second girl also started behaving strangely. Backpedaled. The mindfucking started just the same, almost instantly. The subsequent three girls behaved in a similarly vague manner, clearly not wanting to meet in real life, despite the handsome man's photo and the clear hint of money and fulfilling any whim. It's only now, reading the works of a certain philosopher, that I'm beginning to understand the meaning of his statement. "When a person sees negativity in everything—it's a quality of the mind. Out of habit, he will see only negativity around him." I got a feeling, it grew before my eyes, like a mushroom after rain, that all these girls—they are raised that way, due to habit, being fed up, or something else, they immediately start looking for negativity in a person. Immediately, even before seeing him personally. They don't like something, they start picking at something, everything is immediately wrong and not right. I ended up in a situation where 15 girls wrote to me and I couldn't get a single one to agree to a real-life date. Not even close. Analyzing the situation, I thought, since they don't bite for relationships and everything is so complicated, I'll try a different path.

Mamba remained. Since the greed of the local aborigines hasn't been canceled, I decided to act directly. Wrote to girls like this: "Hi. Need a sponsor?" My task was to interest them immediately, literally from the first words. If before this, to my personal messages "Hi. Let's get acquainted?" or "Need a lover by mutual attraction?" 99% threw me into ignore or didn't respond to messages, now the situation changed radically before my eyes. The same 99% started responding. The answers were roughly average, "Yes, wouldn't hurt", "Yes, needed", "Wouldn't refuse", "Of course needed." My happiness knew no bounds. Anticipating the fun, I rubbed my hands. It turned out, in vain. Almost half of the girls, after the first messages, visited the profile and started writing roughly this: "Oh no, sorry. You're too young!", "A sponsor at 27? Don't make me laugh. Your money is fake", "What kind of sponsor are you, grow up first!" In childhood, I would never have thought that at 27 men would be "children" in the eyes of women, even though the man in the photo is large-framed and looks older than his years. In the end, if not at 27 to have fun, then when?! You could die like that. I decided to lower the bar and wrote to a few fat girls. One came out with such a pearl. "Am I needed by you, 37 years old and fat?" In my mind, I thought, "Fool, grab the groom, who needs you like that, don't mess with my head, don't start." But the middle-aged princess, naturally, couldn't read my thoughts. I wrote that age doesn't bother me. She replied: "But you're only 27! Am I not too old for you?" I wrote, no. "But I think I'm still too old for you." I wrote, if you think so, you should cross yourself, and threw her into ignore. It was a horror.

Discoveries for me that day were just beginning. I present the correspondence with one 21-year-old girl.

Me — Hi. Need a sponsor?

Inna-Very much.

Me — Meeting 5000. On my turf.

Inna — And will you be alone?

Me — What, has it happened that the guy was with buddies?

Inna — Don't be smart.

Me — Lenta, Novorossiyskaya 150, waiting.

Inna — Already running for my slippers and heading out.

Me — ok, waiting.

Inna — Are you a complete fool? If you need me, then you'll come yourself, pick me up, take me to your place, we'll make love, you'll give me money and bring me back, understand?

Me — Well if 5000 isn't needed, sit and rest. Look for a non-fool, crow, you missed out on 30 thousand a month (ignore).

It turned out that the sponsor also has to pick up-drop off-drive back, act as a taxi driver-lover-sponsor. Such self-importance and reaction completely threw me off balance. I thought everything would be much simpler. It turned out that these girls think only about their own ass, completely ignoring and bypassing the interests of another person, even if profit is promised. Several other girls wrote "I don't go out. Meeting only at my place" Immediately I thought, how hospitable you are, when money is at stake and you've probably already fallen for some scams, taught by bitter experience) I preliminarily arranged meetings with two other girls, but one wrote in the evening "I'm so tired from work, I can't today. Let's do it in a week", and the second really started messing with my head, "My navigator can't find the street, let's meet closer to my house", "That's across half the city, let's do it later", "Maybe tomorrow." In the end, it turned out that I didn't spoil her mood, but she spoiled mine. In the end, I just threw her into ignore, didn't have the strength to push her to meet.

The next day I decided to push harder and wrote to another batch of girls. One almost killed me with messages, "What's 5000? That's just to wipe your ass. What kind of sponsor are you?", "My company is worth 12000. Oh yes, also+ perfume. 14000. + lipstick. 18000. For that money, I'll come." I myself thought that for that money men toil in the sun for a whole month, clearly without any pleasure. And here she demands 18000 for a meeting and is clearly dissatisfied with everything. Amazing thick-headedness and licentiousness. I wrote that I'd give her 20000, just so she'd come. "MMM, now that's a different conversation. 10—to the card, as an advance. Do I look like a sucker, to go across the whole city. You can come to me yourself, then 20 without prepayment, in cash." The conversation just wouldn't click. Other girls again started mumbling about age, about "I don't go out myself" and "Am I needed by you, like this?" I was about to give up on this unsuccessful experiment, which wasn't moving from a dead point, when, as they say, it broke.

One woman, 32 years old, showed clear interest in the money. I offer the entire correspondence.

Me-Hi. Need a sponsor?

Sveta — Yes, yes.

Me — 5000, meeting on my turf. Agreeable?

Sveta-Yes, I agree. When does the sponsor desire?

Me — in an hour (address).

Sveta — OO, I actually live nearby, a 10-minute walk.

Me — ok. I'll wait.

Sveta — write your phone.

Me — (I write the number, which is always unavailable because the SIM is inactive, but SMSs arrive)

Sveta — Good, then I'll be heading out soon.

Me — Well, where are you? (12. 21)

Sveta — Approaching. Which entrance? (12. 23)

Me-4. (12. 23)

Sveta — I'm here. Open up (12. 26)

Sveta — How long should I wait? (12. 30)

Sveta — Well, where are you?! can't get through. (12. 33)

Sveta — S... ka are you kidding or what? (12. 37)

Me — no. Stepped out to the store. Will be back in