OMG –

They are getting really desperate out there.

Attempting to assign subjective and ever increased value to their vaginas as a final, last stand against the dynamic shift that is taking place in a society where men are ceasing to care.

It is becoming obvious and more pathetic everyday.

Despite my self actualized evolution and apathy towards women – I still occasionally seem to be a magnet for the same types I have been in a self imposed exile from.

Missed a call from a super-slut today that I’ve known for a while. She’s gorgeous and a solid 11/10 but freakin’ nuts. Still lives at her wealthy parents house at the age of 28. Posts pics of her Himilayan cat ‘Mr. Muffles’ on Facebook all day. Drives a new BMW her dad bought for her. Doesn’t let relationships last too long unless she is benefitting from them or the guy appears to have enough money to be considered a possible long term foundation of asset extraction (I was banging her three years ago while she was engaged to a beta, but the wedding was called of when he caught her cheat: with a guy other than me, LOL)

Decided to call back when I had a chance and had to keep telling her I was going to be busy on every day she was trying to lock in a day to hang out.

She went tactical in an attempt to get my old hybrid alpha/Chad wiring to reconnect and said there is a guy she knows that has been ‘stalking’ her lately.

Yawn. . .

And kept up her cosmically warped and twisted, mind boggling, chaotic word jumbalaya she considers a conversation and when I looked at my phone and saw the call had already lasted ’32:46′ minutes, I started checking out and telling her my battery was dying.

Then, at that moment, she threw out:

That a guy that came into the high end bar she is a bartendar at (it’s in a hotel), offered her $2,000 for sex last night and that he kept telling her she was beautiful and wanted her.

Like, I was supposed to shift gears at that point and realize I had a woman worth $2k a night on the phone and want to hang out.

They are starting to panic and freak out. The walls are closing in and they are losing power. They can sense it and are scrambling like rabid hamsters on crack to figure out what is happening.

And it is absolutely beautiful.

I love the sound of hamsters running on their wheels. It sounds like. . . . . . Victory.