[ WP ] A psychopath uses tinder to find his next match ...

You are so easy to manipulate. 
 
 You live your life strolling along in your miserable, misty, imagination... dreaming of the prince to walk by. You do n't know how many `` good'' men you have walked past already. You are a foolish girl. 
 
 Your pictures are disgusting. 
 
 Every photo you have up on this horrific application scream insecurities to me. The many angles you wish to portray yourself in, all of which are meant to appear beautiful... They make me want to throw up. There is a picture of you and another girl, perhaps your friend, after all, you seem to be smiling. Anyone would look at this photo and say `` wow! You look so happy hanging out with friends!'' I know better than that. I can see through your false smile. Your teeth shine bright, but there is pain in your eyes. 
 
 I can always see the pain, because you are not the same as me. 
 
 I can walk down any block in New York City and tell you exactly who is vulnerable, who is weak, who would be willing to come home with me. You might look at me and say `` you're just a player, but one day someone is going to play you, that's karma after all!'' Karma is a creation of your feeble mindset and nothing more. I do n't care what you think of me. I do n't care what you think of what I do. You are nothing more than an ant for me to observe through my magnifying glass, and if I look at you long enough, you're going to burn. The comment below the photo of you and the other girl says `` SISTER TIME!'' 
 
 I'm going to throw up. 
 
 She is even more disgusting than you. Loading her face up with foundation and blush, I could whisper in her ear and have her faint at my feet. She would beg me to hold her tightly and tell her everything is going to be okay. It's simple really. I already know what you want to hear. I already know what you want from me... an escape. An escape from the distasteful life you lead. 
 
 It has been decided then. 
 
 `` Hi. I'm Frank.'' 
 
 I wait patiently. All I have is time. Time for you to look at my pictures. Time for you to think of who I might be. Time for you to mold me into the fictitious prince you've always wanted. Time for you to imagine how our life could be. 
 
 `` Heyy! I'm Victoria, but you can call me Tori: )'' 
 
 You're repulsive. 
 
 `` We're in the same area, do you want to meet up?'' 
 
 Of course you're going to say yes. I have one picture up of me holding a puppy on the beach. I'm the best looking man you've laid eyes upon since you were born. I'm chiseled in places you did n't know where possible. My bio says I'm the CEO of a Charity group who helps young children in Africa become educated, and if possible, to reunite them with their families. 
 
 I fit every description you could dream of for this prince, except one... 
 
 `` Sure! Let's hang out tomorrow.'' 
 
 I smile... and wait. 
 
 You people are so impatient. Nothing was ever accomplished in a day, yet you expect everything the moment you put forth work. You are a child playing in a world of beasts and you will always be blind to it. 
 
 `` You're not going to kill me are you?: D'' 
 
 Our society is filled with vile and despicable things: rainbows and butterflies, `` Leave no child behind'', celebrations and holidays for every occasion... But... our society is becoming immune to violence. There is death in your video games, there is bloodshed in the news. Everyday someone is killed or there is a bombing where death roams gleefully free to seize up the pitiful tears for your fallen loved ones, and scream blissfully the harpy's cry. You have become desensitized to the onslaught of brutality that surrounds you. 
 
 `` Maybe after lunch; )'' 
 
 You see darkness, but as it were, you're becoming accustomed to the dark. 
 
 `` Haha! Here's my number - 917-666-****''
