Deleted Instagram; Banged Instagram Model

I've seen a lot of posts and questions regarding Social Media on here recently, so I thought I'd give a little insight into my Social Media cleanse and the corresponding results it's had on my life.

I had a fairly decent following (6k) but deleted my account for the following reasons:

I was pissing away time on it. Up to an hour a day, just looking at other peoples lives. Mostly women(I couldn't give a shit about updates on other mens' lives). I'd be scrolling through my feed, looking at women I found attractive, but wasn't fucking, basically orbiting. I never liked or commented on their posts, as they had enough of that going on with half of India's population commenting 'Nice bobs and Vagine" or a horde of 12 yr old's commenting "Suck my dick baby". It became clear to me that this is generally the standard of man that lurks around, liking pictures, validating, showering them with attention when these women have nothing to offer besides their tits and ass. Yet they sit on their Social media throne getting ego muff dives. I was no longer going to be a part of this.

Unless you're a social media Chad, a wealthy man, showing a top 1% lifestyle, and a big following, you're basically the virtual equivalent of an orbiter. No woman ever logged on Instagram and saw Billy, with 12 posts and 152 followers, liking pic number 45 and a timid "Hey" in the DM's and thought wow, this guy seems like a real prospect.

I have gotten some pussy off Instagram before, but weighing up the time investment, and my general disdain with Social Media in general i deleted it.

Fast Forward two weeks and I'm out at a Beach Bar celebrating a friends Birthday. It's Late, things are dying down and i spot an absolute beaut. Tall, Petite, Perky Ass, Fake tits(but well done). A real looker. My mate tells me she's a girl he's seen on Instagram, whips out his phone and shows me. She looks even better in the pictures. Has a 110k strong following.

We were at a table with bottles, this generally seems to attract women like flies to shit, especially high status women. They want high status men, they're not as concerned about your looks as lower HB women. I'm the best looking of our group, so I stood out, and we're making eyes. I hop up and go over and introduce myself, I'm chatty and cheeky in general and make some light conversation. I start turning the conversation more sexual, trying to draw her in. She's fairly receptive to my advances. Music stops bar closes, i'm not quite at the point yet where I feel she'd come home, my phone was dead, so I told her to take my number, I don't think she's too used to this but seemed to like the cockiness that i would ask a "girl of her calibre" to do that. She took it and she went back to her friends, i went back to mine, we all went home. Later that night i recieve a smiley face, so i know she's fairly keen.

I didn't respond that night, i waited until after work the next day. To which she replies "I thought you forgot about me". We text a bit back and forth, she quickly asks what's my Instagram, I said i don't have it, she asks Facebook? nope not that either. I set up a date for later in the week, (told her I'm only available then). She agreed.

We meet up and the chat is flirty, she asks why I don't have Social Media, I told her my life is interesting enough i don't need updates on others. She attempts at some point during the night to show me her Social Media, i decline, i said, "lets stick to the real world for tonight". I think at this point she was realizing that she wasn't going to gain any favor from me through her Social Media following.

The realm where she was queen and men bent at the knee for her didn't even feature in my life. She was no more to me than any other women i could be on a date with. She was going to have to gain my attention in other ways. Coupled with this she told me she couldn't do her usual social media vetting of me(because obviously i don't have it). This added to the Mystery i had going for me. She didn't know who I was, Who my friends were, What i did for a living, or how i spent my time. Even on the date i was very vague about everything, joking and deflecting when she asked questions.

We were a bottle of wine down and the sexual tension was clear. She was wanting to order a cocktail, and i told her to skip it, We'll rather make them back at my place, I said "I've got a better view anyway"

The rest is History.

Lessons:

• Unless you're showing a great lifestyle, you're just another lurker, follower
• You're wasting valuable time on Social Media that could be used far more constructively
• With HB8-10 woman you can be as jacked, good looking as you want, they're looking for status
• Mystery, maintain it at all costs, her hamster will fill in the blanks
• Stand out, she had built up a huge following on Social Media, but with me this meant nothing, it immediately leveled the playing fields and she had to win over my favor in other ways
• Take time texting her, don't be too available, a woman of this caliber is simply not used to it