Murder Mystery Weekend – Chapter 8

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Phicklephilly – Special Report – The New Fuckboys

This blog post  is dedicated to my friend Amelia.
One of the best people I know in the world.

fuck·boy

Dictionary result for fuckboy

/ˈfəkˌboi/

noun

VULGAR SLANGDEROGATORY
plural noun: fuckboys
  1. a weak or contemptible man.
    • a man who has many casual sexual partners.

     

I googled this horrible title for young men today and this is what the internet yielded.

 

But there is a new mutated version of these horrible little rodents.

 

My lovely neighbor, Trish, and my co-worker Jane, and my beloved former co-worker Amelia have all recently fallen victim to this new virus of boys.

Back in the day, when I was in my teens and twenties, we used to actually have to go out and be social with other people to meet women. There was competition and several other factors going on. You had to develop certain skills. Some guys never got it, but some of us, and hopefully most of us tried to develop a little charming game to woo a girl. It’s called courtship. You meet a girl you like and you get to know her. You exchange phone numbers and if you’re lucky, and you call her.

Hopefully her dad doesn’t answer the phone when you call because that’s a wall with a poisonous moat around it.

But if you could get the guts, and the luck to get through, maybe you could take her on a date. This wasn’t the fifties. This was the seventies and the eighties.

You needed to build your character and charm and personality to try to meet a girl in the real world in real-time.

It was nerve-wracking but the rewards could be an enormous bounty of love, romance, fun and maybe even sex. (Holy shit!)

 

Let’s jump to today. 2019. The world of dating has completely changed.

But people haven’t changed all that much.

That’s the catch in this new technological world.

If a guy is reasonably good-looking and has a decent profile he merely has to swipe right on hundreds of eligible women on Tinder, Bumble, OkCupid, Plenty of Fish, and the list goes on.

This fucker doesn’t even have to leave his couch to connect with women.

And same goes for girls!

 

But here’s the catch. They never develop the social skills and the thrust and parry of the actual dating experience. (I write a dating and relationship blog, I’ve been in 3 bands and have over a half a century experience. So listen to me people. I’ve seen it and one it all. i go to my sister Janice’s Christmas party every year an i look around the room an know I’ve had sex with more people than everyone else in the room…COMBINED.)

 

I have begun to see these young guys. Nice enough. Good looking. Probably decent families. Careers.

Seems like a nice catch.

Everyone is swiping like mad now. No one is going out into the world to meet real people anymore. No one wants to talk to a person to even order food anymore. This younger generation doesn’t mind paying more.

They just want what they want now.

I come from a generation that is far more patient.

Because when I was young you had to wait for EVERYTHING.

You wrote letters. You sent away for thing and they arrived 6 to 8 weeks later. There are more examples but I can’t think of them right now because I’m on  bit of a rant.

This generation has their faces in their phones and lack any spatial awareness and want everything, easy and NOW.

Technology has made them and provided a platform for all of that.

But we gave them that. We made them.

 

Three years ago when I stared this blog I had all of the dating apps. I have deleted them all. It’s all full of losers and leftovers for someone my age.

It’s pathetic to read all of the clever nonsense people my age write on their profiles. “Love the beach, camping, mom of two great grown kids, love travel, friends, brunch, camping, adventure, ready for the next chapter of my life.

Fuck you.

I know what living is, and it’s not that shit. 

Those sites are just littered with the sad detritus of people from broken marriages that have been cast asunder by their life partners and soul mates. Divorce. Child support. Alimony. The list goes on.

It’s sad.

I want nothing to do with that collective of losers.

These people are just trying to replicate what they think is love. You’re not 28 anymore darling. It’s over. You can desire all the fun camping and travel you want, but in reality you’re simply lost and running from your past and hoping to recreate what your parents taught you what was love, happiness and marriage.

All bullshit.

Am I bitter about my own losses? Fuck no. I forgave everyone ten years ago. Why should I drink the poison hoping all of those fuckers die? I can’t be bothered with that weight.

I know I’ve been hot on this subject but Phicklephilly is a dating and relationship blog and I need to get back to what it really is. The reality of life. Not a bunch of links to some one elses dating column so I can get traffic. That shit ends here.

Once the dating and relationship shit runs its course I’m not doing it anymore on Phicklephilly!

 

Now that the storm in my mind has passed I need to tak about this new breed of fuckboys.

Guys… come on. Have you learned nothing from us?

Or have you just gotten better at being pieces of shit to women?

I hate you all.

 

I wasn’t the best representative of a man when I was a teenager but we need to do better.

 

I’m so pissed off I can’t even write this garbage about these pieces of shit

 

Here is the new trend:

 

https://www.foxnews.com/lifestyle/mosting-is-the-latest-maddening-dating-trend

 

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/this-new-dating-trend-is-even-worse-than-ghosting_n_5aabfcf6e4b05b2217fe8495

 

This happened to 3 young girls I know.

 

This is the new dating trend.

  1. Go on Tinder or Bumble and swipe on a bunch of girls.
  2. Connect and engage with them
  3. go on an affordable date with them
  4. spend hours talking to them and build an honest heartfelt connection
  5. Girl thinks she has finally met the ONE
  6. Be that good at it. (You are simply practicing and learning about yourself and using these innocent should to figure out who you eventually want, but she doesn’t know that. You have absolutely no interest in building a relationship with her, She is literally a crash test dummy to you.)
  7. go on may one more date with her… maybe
  8. Fuck her
  9. Time passes…
  10. fade away…. (You’ve gathered your intel from another victim on your journey of self discovery
  11. Afer some sudden absence, text her and tell her you need to figure some things out, you can’t do anything right now, work is crazy. Basically lie to her now that you’ve gathered the two days of experience and penetrated her.
  12. GONE

 

This is some despicable behavior. Like I said. This has happened in the last month to not one but three girls I know. So this is not an anomaly

This is a trend among young men.

Why.

Because they can.

 

Think about it. No one needs charm or a sense of humor or talent anymore. If you look decent and don’t seem threatening, you put up a profile on tinder and off you go

You don’t build a personality and confidence and approach a woman in public and get to know her. Your little greasy thumb swipes right and you get to meet a pretty girl.

 

But you’re blowing it and so are they. You meet, you engage so quickly (Just the way this generation like everything. Quick and easy) and within two or three dates you’re having sex.

But at what cost?

Fuck technology and immediate gratification! Your Heart is at stake here!

 

The technology is new and fast and easy, but hearts are slow and beautiful and they continue to break just like they have for hundreds of years from bad behavior and shitty people.

 

So in closing, I’ve been inspired at 2:05 in the morning because some douchebag hurt my friend Amelia with his awful behavior.

As bad as I’ve ever been in my legacy I never did that to a girl. I don’t know where this generation is going, but I will advise the women in my life to protect their hearts and take the time to protect their bodies, minds and their virtue from these charming pirates disguised as future husbands.

 

Text me for advice before you leap ladies, please! I have three sisters and a daughter. I’m here to help!

 

 

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Kimiko – Chapter 2 – Finally Connected

Kimiko had given me her number very quickly in our first conversation, so that was good. But this one takes a little time to get off the ground. After our brief connection, I text her just to make contact off the site

 

Monday Night
Me: Hey there. It’s Charles.

K: Hi Charles, Nice to meet you here.

Me: Me too. When would you be available to come to the city?

K: I am off this Saturday, does it work for you?

Me: I should be available after 5.

K: Ok.

Me: Sounds good! I’ll pick a spot we can meet. Do you have any dietary concerns? Or any passions about food?

K: No. All good.

Me: Cool. Do you have a food preference? Something you really like?

 

Tuesday Morning

K: Hi. Good Morning. Charles, sorry for the late reply. I went to bed right after I texted you. To me, I like all kind of food except Mexican, I mean I could have it but not a big fan.

Me: Ok. No worries! Hope you got some rest. I’ll find a place we can meet.

K: Sure thank you. Have a nice day.

Me: You too!

 

Wednesday

Cherie texted me that she was coming down Sunday night, so being the little weasel I’ve become, I had to reach out to Kimiko and see if I could take her out on Sunday.

Me: What about Sunday? Can you do after 4pm?

K: This Sunday I’m not sure.

Me: Why not?

K: I have my boys coming home.

Me: Ok. What about during the week? I work a lot.

K: Understand, so if this Saturday is not good for you, we can find another day next week.

Me: Sounds good. I really want to meet you.

K: Ok. We can plan for next week.

Me: Yes. Maybe we can chat on the phone before that. What type of work do you do?

K: I work in retail and also taking a financial and insurance course now. I work a lot too.

Me: Oh, very good. I want to meet you. We’ll figure it out. Work is good. We could chat on the phone at some point if you like.

K: Maybe tonight?

Me: Ok. I’ll call you after 9.

K: Ok.

I have been working so much lately I completely forget to call her. I don’t want her to think I’m a flake. 

Thursday

Me: Sorry about last night I was chatting with my daughter and forgot. Hope you’re having a good day.

K: No problem.

Me: Can I see you this Saturday or Sunday?

K: Hi! May I know who is it… My phone was broken and just got a new phone… Haven’t updated all the contacts yet.

Me: (Sends pic) Charles from Bumble. We matched.

K: Oh hi! How are you? Sorry about that. I broke my phone! Sunday should be fine.

Me: Awesome! Can I meet you in the city after 4?

K: Where do you live? Sunday is usually very hard to find a parking spot in the city.

Me: I’m in Rittenhouse. You could come over on the Patco train.

K: Is that where you live?

Me. Yes. Rittenhouse.

K: I’ll try. I like to drive because sometimes I feel more comfortable when I go home at night by myself. Maybe I could find parking somewhere.

Me: I’ll pay for your parking. Sound good?

K: It’s alright. I think the most important thing is where to find a parking spot.

Me: Ok. Looking forward to meeting you.

K: Sure.

Doesn’t sound promising.

 

Saturday

Me: Still good for tomorrow after 4?

K: Yes.

Me: Great!

Later that night…

Me: Yay I’m going to meet you tomorrow! 5pm Devil’s Alley (I send her location)

K: Ok

Me: Looking forward to meeting you Kimiko. (smiley face)

K: (smiley face) Likewise.

 

So hopefully it’s on.

 

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Tales of Rock – Why Fred Durst Has Been Banned From Ukraine

Limp Bizkit’s window of popularity shut in the early 2000s, leaving them and the nu-metal genre they championed a relic of a cheesy bygone era of rock ‘n’ roll, like dozens of hair metal bands before them. In the years after the band’s fame faded, lead singer Fred Durst directed a couple of small not-terrible movies that didn’t do much to jumpstart his filmmaking career. So he’s been trying to be a director in Russia.

Durst loves Russia, and Russia loves him back. In 2015, he and Limp Bizkit toured throughout the country, hitting every city they could. Soon after Russia forcefully snatched Crimea from Ukraine, Crimea’s leader put out an open letter declaring his vision to turn Crimea into “the new Beverly Hills” and his hope that Western celebrities would make the land their new home. Durst sent a letter back saying he wanted to be a part of that vision, offering to produce movies and TV shows for the up-and-coming hostilely-taken-over chunk of land to help create a “great future of Crimea and Russia.” Russia is super proud that they’ve been able to snatch Durst from American hands, like they couldn’t just do it by promising him a six-pack of Coors and a lifetime supply of Dickies.

Sure sounds like Fred Durst has become a Russian propagandist, and not just to my ears: Ukraine, still reeling from having a chunk of itself stolen by Russia, caught wind of all this Fred Durst nonsense, so they banned him for five years “in the interests of guaranteeing the security” of the country.

For years we’ve all known Fred Durst is a threat to our security, but Ukraine is the only country with the balls to make it official.

 

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Racquel Writes! The Struggles of Dating/Marrying a White Guy

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