Practice Makes Perfect

I have made mention of how the advancements in technology have provided my kind and I with a smorgasbord of methods to carry out our works. From seduction to manipulation the freedom that comes with wifi and a functioning device provides is with a wealth of opportunity. My web can be spread wide over the….well the web. How apt it is that the pioneers of the internet decided on the appellation of world wide web. The electronic blanket which encapsulates this planet is indeed a web. A perilous place which readily ensnares the unwary. From chatrooms, to text messaging, through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, e-mail and dating sites, the internet has proven to be bountiful in its riches for my kind. Of course, this vast array of different hunting grounds can only be of benefit to the seasoned hunter. You can fill a river with salmon but if you do not know how to fish then you will not catch anything. Of course, I know how to fish, to shoot, to spear and to hunt. My mastering of the tools of manipulation enables me to sniff out my prey in moments and like a lion tracking a bison, drag them to the ground and eat them from behind before they even realise what has happened to them. Have you ever seen the expression on a felled bison or buffalo as a predatory lion gorges on their flesh? It is not pain, it is not frustrated struggle but an almost blissful ignorance to what is actually happening. They seem unaware that they are being devoured. It is so similar for my victims. They smile and purr even as I am taking chunks from them because that is the high level of my skill.

Thus the internet has become my hunting ground and my various manipulative machinations are given a good run out amidst the waiting and willing victims. There is one thing however that always works in this electronic shop window and that is the art of conversation.

My early forays in chatrooms bore fruit so incredibly quickly. Even I was taken aback at how easy it was. So many times I read comments such as

“It is such a lovely change to meet someone who can hold a conversation.”

“You are so charming and interesting, you actually hold a conversation than saying hi babe wanna shag?”

“You are clearly intelligent and interested in me. I am not used to that. So many of the men on here just want a picture of my boobs or want to send me a dick pic, you are not like that.”

Naturally, I was not engaged in conversations with men so I do not know if there is a boorish equivalent amongst the female ranks. Certainly in all my conversations I never came across any lady whose opening gambit was to offer a picture of her genitals. I take the view therefore that it is the male of the species that is letting you down. They are certainly not letting me down. By populating chat rooms and dating sites and trotting out such Neanderthal lines these men are increasing my currency. The fact I can talk about a variety of subjects, ask pertinent and engaging questions and avoid suggesting a bunk up in the first ten mintues meant that I really was the desired exception. The idiots, the perverts and the inarticulate all made me look even better than I already did (yes I know that may be hard to believe!) and thus when I came sashaying into view I was greeted with utter delight by those I interacted with. Even if I had no interest in someone, I was hard pressed not to attract them, by virtue of being able to string sentences together and not engage in demands for instant sexual congress (of course that would come later when I was always pushing on an open door).

Time and time again I heard reports of the pathetic and ill-mannered behaviour of men in these arenas. I expressed dismay and castigated them for it but all the while I celebrated for so long as they continued in this vein it meant all the more eager and willing victims for me. Those weak and pathetic spiders would soon curl up and dye for there was only one giant walking through the net. Along came a spider but this one could hold a conversation.

7 thoughts on “Practice Makes Perfect

  1. sepultura13 says:

    There are definitely “boorish” females out there in cyberspace – they tend to be bored housewives who are content to play dress-up and be “sparkly princesses” to hormone-filled, prepubescent teens. They give real role-players such a bad name, LOL

    They tend to be the ones who will drop their top and send pics of their boobs to anyone at anytime, whenever asked – especially after they’ve talked some schmuck into paying for their 3rd or 4th boob-job.

    Oh, wait…now that I think of it…they’re malignarcs, too. Silly me for overlooking the obvious!

  2. mlaclarece says:

    I know T has mentioned she has had luck finding dates on Match or some of the other online sites. Me, not so much. In the last four years I have been single since my divorce, 3 that I filtered out to meet in person, earlier on were “safe” as in I didn’t feel I was in presence with someone dangerous. One was socially awkward and although very nice, just too much work for me to carry conversation with. The second was rather suffocating from the get-go and I stopped it after 2 weeks. The third, cute and charming and turned out he had a girlfriend he was cheating on. But to probably the hundreds now that I’ve exchanged a few introductory texts or messages with anywhere from 1 to 3-4 days, you nailed it. Can’t converse well or monopolize the conversation about them. I had the mid-30’s smug guy who thought he was doing me a “favor” showing me interest because I was a single mom. Ha! Delete! Oh yes, and then there’s Tinder. Until I learned quickly to include in my bio not interested in hook-ups, the seedy requests and instant sexual messages I was waking up to was staggering. Not to mention the profile pics of actual men with their wedding bands on and the profile pics taken from FB with their wives and sometimes children in the photos. Unreal! I peruse now just to “window shop” but rarely interact anymore.

    1. malignnarc says:

      All so recognisable and shows just how significant technology is in creating this conduit for us.

  3. nikitalondon says:

    I remember an application ICQ when I was 17 my girfriends and me one day after party contacted some guys in Canada or the US I dont rember and second message was already a picture of them naked. These were guys in their 20s. Ugggh we never tried again 😖😖😖.
    The only interaction I have had on internet with people I dont know is this blog 😃💝, and it took me like two weeks of just reading to get the courage to participate.
    And its been a great experience.. 💓… Getting to know the stories of people here and sharing … And specially you HG 😘😘
    Have a nice day ☀️.

  4. bethany7337 says:

    Very telling. Thank you.

    1. malignnarc says:

      You are welcome.

  5. Fool me 1 time says:


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