Kurtstamos, The Self proclaimed king of zero game.

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To my sisters posting on the site offering fun, connection, or some services do yourselves a massive favor and delete and block if you ever see "kurtstamos" pop up.
This gentleman (using the term very loosely) sent me an email that reads like it was written by a man who just discovered his own reflection and immediately filed for emotional damages. Instead of charm, wit, or basic adult composure, he delivered a masterclass in fragile ego wrapped in desperate word vomit. The kind of message that makes you wonder if his keyboard owes him money for all the coping it had to do.
Highlights from his unhinged manifesto include treating basic boundaries like a personal attack, spiraling into wild accusations, and revealing the emotional depth of a teaspoon.

Buddy, if this is how you "seduce," the only thing getting laid is your dignity and it's been ghosted harder than your last three dates. Kurtstamos if you're reading this (and we both know you will be, because men like you set Google Alerts for their own names), thank you for the entertainment. Your email was the funniest accidental comedy routine I've read all year.

Therapy called it wants its breakthrough moment back. Maybe try touching grass instead of women's inboxes next time? Or, you know, developing a personality that doesn't evaporate the second someone doesn't worship you on command.

Sisters, protect your peace. This one isn't "misunderstood" or "passionate." He's a walking red flag factory with a subscription to main character syndrome.
Pass hard, warn your friends, and keep it moving. There are plenty of actual men out there who don't need to send rage mails to feel tall.
Stay safe, stay savage, and never settle for clowns who can't even juggle their own emotions.