By Josh Gardner, who missed the first two White Fox seasons and still hasn’t caught up
MODERN dating is a hellscape. Or so my friends enjoying bountiful casual sex thanks to dating apps tell me. But relationships are the real AI-generated desert.
I’ve been exclusive with the same girl for two years now, in a prison constructed of love and affection that I willingly entered into by my own volition. I know! When polygamy was right there!
But it’s got stale. I don’t know how. We avoided basic Boomer bitch mistakes by keeping a progressive routine where I’d do the washing up if I could be arsed.
And yet, inexplicably, the cracks are there. These days she only sends me links to Gaza fundraisers, when in the throes of our honeymoon period we were sweatily exchanging hundreds of Big Chungus memes a night.
Rather than reflecting on the situation like a rational adult, I decided to fix it with Reddit and ChatGPT. The feedback was unanimous: I had to deploy some W rizz.
I began by consuming as much manosphere content as possible, pushing my real personality deep down and projecting an air of cool aloofness instead. Hos love it when you’re fake.
Next I parked a fleet of Bugattis on our driveway and got into crypto and dropshipping. Once I was making a fortune through questionable means we’d be back.
I hinted I was part of the Bonnie Blue Thousand and spoke with the silver, abusive tongue of irresistible pick-up artists like Andrew Tate. I reminded her I’m a 10, and that it’s her tradwife duty to be loyal to an alpha chad. I was cooking harder than Gordon Ramsey.
Inexplicably it didn’t win her over. Rather than swooning over my gold chains and indoor cigar smoking, she said that I’d been corrupted by the algorithm and she was staying with her sister. Even Grok doesn’t know how it came to this.
But my self improvement hasn’t gone to waste. I’m back on the apps and honing my aura on the open market. I’ve just added ‘willing to accept situationships’ to my Hinge bio.