Men can be their own worst dating site enemy

In the previous article, “The quickest way to a mans wallet is via his crotch” we questioned the safety of unwitting males on dating sites being lured in by women who know how to get what they want from their male counterparts. Not only via their online dating platform, but offline, to devastating effect.

I cannot help wondering, though, if men haven’t contributed to their own downfalls – you can put all the danger signs up you like, but as the age old saying suggests, when there is the opportunity of a bit of adult fun, they stop thinking with their brain.

As well as in bars, I’ve worked in offices long enough to hear the ladies, mainly the younger ones (but I’m reliably informed that the cougars of this dating world are not averse to similar tactics), relate tales of their weekends on Monday morning in which they bear no shame in having been out all weekend, have more money in their purses than before they hit the town on Friday evening, and yet still managed to maintain a level of inebriation throughout the 3-day binge that would have Ollie and George paying them homage, and all courtesy of the male population’s affability.

And I say ‘no shame’ not to induce the image of brazen hussies cruising the bars looking for men to buy them drinks (although there were elements of that in many of the Monday morning tales), but almost as if there’s a level of expectation at the outcome, that it was guaranteed even before the starter’s whistle had been raised to his lips that the weekend binge would cost them zip.

And again, as in the previous article, many of these girls were not single. Their partners’ knew the score (that other men would be paying for their drinks whilst said menfolk stayed home watching the kid[s], whilst playing Xbox 360 and smoking dope) and they were happy that others were footing their ladies’ beer-bill as it saved on the household expenditure. Is it any wonder that men are setting themselves up as targets on dating sites for women who have made extracting money an art form?

So has the world gone mad, the dating one as well as the offline version? I know I used to help out the odd damsel in distress in my time but, as a gang of guys we soon used to get to know the, well, we did have a name for them: p****-teasers (substitute the **** with the forename of 80’s crooner Mr Astley and you get the picture) and we used to avoid them at any cost. No matter how far they went on a first date.

So, gentlemen, be afraid, be very afraid, if you are asked for money by women on your dating site. Their in-boxes are, more likely than not, filled with responses to plenty of other PM’s they’ve sent, creating a whole manner of plights that could see them getting what they want, just because they know how the male machine is wired. You have been warned.

The quickest way to a man’s wallet is via his crotch

Continuing where we left off in our last dating post, looking into concerns for men’s safety on dating site platforms, we look at how easily many men give away their hearts for all of the wrong reasons, notwithstanding that the ‘woman’ may be anything other than a front for a whole manner of fraudulent behaviour beyond a ‘too good to be truedating profile.

As well as men who are trying their hand at online dating having to suss out the scammers, they also have to be aware of real women who are very aware of their own charms. The majority of women who use dating sites do so for all the right reasons – looking to find someone with whom they have passions in common, searching for the perfect partner online, trying to eek out a love life from the ashes of a past disaster. You name it, there are a thousand honourable routes to finding yourself all of a sudden hooked on online dating.

However, there are a minority who use dating sites purely for selfish reasons, some lawful ones, others criminal. They know that the right combination of body, looks and flattery will soon have most men eating out of their hands and, because men make so amiable targets for practise when there’s the sniff of a little romance in the air, they have become really quite good at pushing the right buttons in real life and even more successful in the ethereal dating land of cyberspace cupids.

Let’s face facts: the quickest way into a man’s wallet is via his crotch (sorry to sound so crude, but that’s the truth of it); not to suggest women try this at home but if a woman was to flash her assets (teeth and eyes, I mean – what were you thinking?) next to a single bloke at the bar of the local hostelry, you can see the reaction, it’s almost chemical. The same chain of events, wallet and crotch literally being joined at the hip, must happen a million times a day on dating sites the world over.

I’ve worked behind enough bars to know the signs, even been on friendly enough terms with a lot of women for them, on occasion, to confide in me that instead of cruising around their dating sites, they’re having a night out on the pull, spiced up with a bit of a wager across the party (of not necessarily all single females) betting on who can bag the most drinks bought for them over the course of the night.

And who is to say that there is not a similar clique going on offline between women, comparing notes as is their wont, only on this occasion measuring how much they have extracted from the men on the various dating sites that they haunt?

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