The sickest thing is that for a moment I even considered typing my credit card address, until I awoke from the hallucination and realized it would be hell to get him to stop charging me money.His real name is David De Angelo, and once I had the wherewithal to do a search-binge on him, I found numerous consumer complaints from women who claimed that he wouldn’t stop charging them after they asked to unsubscribe.
4) The preying on women’s insecurities then taking their credit card numbers for recurring charges. Why am I writing about this and even giving this bozo any attention? He seems more powerful than the authors of the Rules, because he’s a man, and supposedly offers an inside view.In general, subvert any and all natural inclinations you may have as a woman, and pretend like nothing means really anything at all to you, or else any guy, anywhere, will run like the wind from you, because guys can’t stand a woman that harbors an actual emotion that might pertain to said guy. The whole thing consumed me for about 90 minutes and made me feel sick for several reasons.I’ll admit that my feelings were not altogether rational at the time, but they were a product of being brainwashed by his mind-sucking prose: 1) The feeling that men and women are so irreconcilably different that we can never truly be ourselves with each other; anything that promotes this idea is just depressing.Let the quirkyalone version of this conversation begin in the comments. Join us and have your first tangasm in Buenos Aires.