So I'll send a message out...sometimes the girl will reply.  Cool.  Sometimes the girl will check out my profile and not respond.  Eh, ok. 

SOMETIMES I'll get the completely unnecessary rude reply.  They couldn't just say they weren't interested, they seem also to be trying to make be feel bad about bothering them.  In some rare cases their intent seems to be to get me to commit suicide by telling me how worthless I am.  Hmm.  Obviously it doesn't work...or I'd be dead.  It doesn't even hurt me really...it just annoys me that they have to respond in this 'holier than thou' attitude for no apparent reason. 

Since I'm pretty sure two negatives make a positive, I reply.  I critique their profiles and rip it apart and tear them down according to whatever weaknesses they show.  In most cases they're fucking retarded and can't complete a correct sentence.  I rarely (if ever) comment on their pictures, I stick mainly to ripping up stuff they've written about themselves.  Generally outlining how much of a hypocrite they are.  Christians are the easy targets when it comes to this.  Does anyone else do this? 

I sincerely get pleasure out of getting revenge.  Is that bad?  I feel like there's nothing better than someone giving me a sucker punch and I turn around and respond in kind with a spinning back kick polished off with a vortex elbow.  (Figuratively speaking, of course.)

So I'm driving down the road in my Ford Focus...stop at a red light next to this douchebag thumping his bass entirely too loud to be enjoyable. So I did what anyone else would have done, I rolled my windows down and blasted my music as well. As an added bonus, I revved my engine and took off... Naturally he figured it was race time and me, being the complete revengeful dick that I am, managed to get next to an old lady in the right hand lane and match speed with her while I was in the left. Not much of a race now, since he's stuck behind us going 10 miles under the speed limit.

Well, eventually I get to the self service carwash which was my intended destination and pull in. The dude follows me and I figure I'm about to get beat up. I am small after all. So I grab my pocketknife from the glovebox and get out. He slams his door and begins to yell stuff at me and ask me how tough I think I am. He's about my height with about 40 lbs on me. So this sucks. I secretly open my pocketknife and he grabs me by the shirt collar for some reason...not sure why he didn't just punch me in the face. But at that point I swung my little knife up under his arm and stabbed him under his upper arm. What's that muscle, the tricep? Whatever. He let me go and was bleeding all over the place screaming.

I took that opportunity to get in my car and take off. Taking some weird route back to my house in case he tried to follow. Now here I sit, feeling like a badass and simultaneously hoping no one got my license plate. I know babes are incredibly impressed by a guy who knows how to get a cheap shot in and escape to come out on top of a confrontation.

Well ladies, I'm that guy. *bow*