First Dates TV show

I've written of the UK reality showFirst Datespreviously, but I had to revisit the topic as last night I strayed into the show once again, and was sucked into the disaster movie that is Ruby Royal. If you genetically spliced a bargain bin Kim Kardashian with Homer Simpson, you'd have a monster you'd still date in preference.I watched Ruby opened mouth. I know there are such abominations in nature, but Ruby was like something that could only be explained by schoolboys actually having access to the technology inWeird Science, and in the attempt to create the ultimate modern woman, only succeeded in distilling the very worst aspects of the 21st century female into cellular form.Ruby firmly believes she istheshit. I've said it before, but women have the whole self-help, delusional self-confidence market on lock down. Any man who possessed this level of unwarranted narcissism would be sporting a well fitted white jacket in a room with no sharp edges and walls with more cushioning than a mattress. You'd be in Napoleon Complex territory: white horse, hat, grey coat and sword in hand.However, it might be more apt to say that Napoleon had a Ruby Royal Complex. That, perhaps, may explain both Napoleon and Ruby better.Ruby was gracing a very amiable chap called Kriss with her presence. Kriss is a personal trainer, and looked it. Fit looking dude, obviously good looking, and seemed a thoroughly decent guy. Even had a sob story of female infidelity in that his previous girlfriend had cheated on him - for a full year no less - and he'd no idea. The guy was obviously still not over it, the relationship or the humiliation.So, why the producers thought to pair this emotionally vulnerable, normal man, with Ruby is beyond me. It could only have been a cruel joke, I've no other explanation. Like pairing Count Dracula with a hemophiliac.But anyway, while Kriss had a handle on the number re his previous relationships, Ruby wasn't so sure. Was it 27, 40 or 60? She couldn't swear to an exact number, but explained that away as so few of the guys were committal. So... she was telling Kriss not so much how many guys she'd dated, but how many guys she estimates have banged her, and obviously has lost count.You go girl. Worth pointing out that Ruby is 18-years-old. Yup. 18. And lost count of how many dudes have pumped & dumped her already.I'll tell you, even though she says she's 18, I'd have pegged her at 25. That does not bode well for her future. Cocaine and cock are hard on a woman's body, it accelerates the ageing process, and at this rate, Ruby's going to die of old age by 30.Ruby is a trainee Beautician. Okay, it's an honest profession, and having owned a beauty business I know it doesn't attract Nobel Prize laureates, but people who can still find their way to work each morning on the first attempt. I wouldn't bet on Ruby getting her shoes on the right feet on the first attempt.She struggled to understand what a personal trainer is, and then - in the context of ordering from the restaurant menu - couldn't wrap her head around that ribs can come from a cow......but that was as nothing to this moment of TV gold:"Do you have chicken nuggets?"The embarrassment is palpable in that moment. For everyone except Ruby.This is the girl who in her pre-date interview explained that she's often mistaken for "high maintenance" - being so intimidatingly beautiful and all - but assured us she isn't really. And she wasn't lying was she? She's obviously more used to a KFC or MacDonald's than a Michelin rated restaurant.See, there's the problem, gents. You think you have to wine & dine them when the previous 60 dudes who blew their load up their muff, did so for the price of a nugget bucket. These chicks have no problem with still playing the socialite on their social media, though. You know, champagne Charlene in the VIP in the section.Don't be fooled. The same woman you firmly believe you need a job in finance for, and a BMW, has given her highest bartering value up for the broke barman on the beach in Aiya Napa. Didn't need any 5-star hotels or bottles of Cristal.However, the chicken nuggets gaffe wasn't the best of Ruby. Like any good performer she saved the best for last. Before I make that reveal, you better go get yourself a drink.Okay, now go get another one.Previously Ruby informed us that she was on the show to meet a decent bloke because she was, and I quote,"Sick of being treated like rubbish." She had “been there, got the t-shirt, and shreded the t-shirt.” Poor girl. We all know a girl with that story, because all girls have that story.Ruby admitted Kriss was a damn good looking bloke, and with a heart of gold... to her friend while she was in the toilet explaining that, "He's just not not my type. He's a good boy. I like bad boys."She further elucidated upon that in the post-date interview. She explained that she liked, "Fuck Boys." When asked to clarify by a clearly bemused off-camera interviewer, she said, "A Fuck Boy cheats on you with all the girls, but when he's with you, you feel like the only girl in the world." But she wasn't writing off Kriss completely: "He'd be perfect for me when I get older. When I get done with Fuck Boys. What's left he can put a ring on." Yes, she actually said that. Laughing. Held up her marriage ring finger as she said it for emphasis.Take a moment for that to marinate. That he can put a ring on what's left after the "Fuck Boys" are done with her.That's the prize you get when these chicks are in their 30s and looking to settle down now. You're getting what's left after the Fuck Boys have finished feeding at the carcass. And you should be grateful for it, too.That episode ofFirst Datesshould've come with a government health warning on it.Blue Pill man reacts to Ruby after realising this is what he needs to be "good enough" forThe most frightening thing is that Ruby is not a singularity. She is not a freak of nature, an inadvertent travesty inflicted upon mankind; Ruby is your fairly typical club chick and Snapchat dweller. You can find multitudes of Rubys on Tinder. Perhaps there and KFC is where Ruby should've stayed too, with her Fuck Boys, which despite what she said, she is clearly not done with.When does a woman get done with Fuck Boys that use her? Like Ruby said, when they get done with her and she can no longer get them. Then it is yours and Ned Flanders turn. I appreciate her honesty but it's a revelation that's truly enough to get you climbing a bell tower with a sniper's case.Now, not all women are living like trash like Ruby, but a goodly amount are. That's obvious. I wouldn't like to say Ruby is the norm, but certainly in some environments she is. You can rail against it, and rant and rave, but you're not going to change these types, anymore than they're going to drag you down to their level. Sure, you'd like to fuck 'em too - let's not pretend we're all noble gentlemen - but water finds its own level. Do you really need a Ruby in your life? Wouldn't that just embarrass the shit out of you to turn up at any social event involving your friends with an airhead, no-class, bimbo like that. And one who doesn't even have the innocence of being "nice" with it.Women like Ruby are to be avoided. That should go without saying but I'm saying it. They are like locus or terminates in your life - they'll destroy it. They're eating themselves too. Like a force of nature, a human black hole that devours all it encounters.I know it's galling that these people feel you have to "live-up" to their expectations, that they're rejecting you, but they're too dumb and self-absorbed to consider any scenario that doesn't place them at stage-centre as the "star." And they have 1000 orbiters on social media to reassure them of that, so it must be true.Leave 'em to it. They're happy, you heard Ruby. She prefers to be used by Fuck Boys, and when she's all worn out, then it's your turn. That's fair enough, it's her life. But there's consequences to actions. It's not bitterness or misogyny. Men have a right to preferences too. So I'll just end by leaving the last word to Rorschach:"The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood, and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout ‘Save us!’… and I’ll look down and whisper, “No.” They had a choice. All of them."Rorschach