I could work out the details later – how to match with them but not hurt and **** them. But the first step would be to make matches. Lots and lots of matches. As many matches as possible.
Phase 1 - I tried changing my profile pic to be that of a model I found online – handsome but not famous. Accessible but desirable. The app wouldn't allow it. “Profile pic must be that of the user” it told me. How did it...? Well, we were talking about an app that gave me absolute power over strangers. Of course it knows what I look like. But I did upgrade my profile and my pic to make it as attractive as the app would allow.
Phase 2 - Then I started matching. Not being picky, not even looking at the pictures, names, or profiles, I just matched with everyone until the app stopped me. “Maximum daily choices reached,” I was told. My best guess was about 50. I had clicked on 50 women and now waited.
Phase 3 – Change the welcome message so that everyone who matched with me felt calm and peaceful about it. And then texted, called, or somehow contacted every woman that they knew who might be on the app and urge them to match with me. Tell them whatever they needed to hear. Make it a prank, offer to pay them, tell them there's a surprise... just get them to pick me. I could tell it was working within an hour – I started receiving notifications of more and more matches. Forty-two of the fifty I had chosen, plus another 29 that I hadn't sought out all matched with me. And that was in the first hour. It spread exponentially. After three days I had 18,912 matches. After eight days, I was nearly at one million. By day ten, I stopped tracking. I still made 50 matches a day, but other than that, it took care of itself.
My customized welcome message had instructed all my matches to completely forget the app and matching with me. There would be no more Sandras, standing on the sidewalk in shock, fearing what might happen. But that didn't mean nothing strange came of all this.
I began to notice that most women were quick to do anything I suggested or said. At first I didn't realize it, but so many women, especially in my city, were “matched” with me, that it was more likely they were in my harem than not, even if neither of us noticed it.
