Swipe Left on Robo Scammers
They look good. Too good. Chiseled jaws, poetic texts, and emotionally available… until it’s time to meet for coffee.
I once had a charmer ring me five minutes before a job interview—sounded like a devoted husband. Didn’t answer, obviously. Love-bombing isn’t romance—it’s reconnaissance.
They used to joke about men and their blow-up dolls. Low-tech, predictable, and—let’s be honest—not exactly financially risky.
But 2025? Women have moved on. We’ve got AI bots who listen, send good morning texts, and remember our favorite wine. Only catch? These digital darlings also know your bank login, your mother’s maiden name, and how to mimic your voice for a well-timed “emergency” call.
So before you get swept off your feet by flawless banter and oddly accurate playlists, ask yourself: is he too good to be human?
Because in this world, the new red flag isn’t silence. It’s 24/7 availability and a suspiciously charming tone of voice.
Honestly, at this point, even the blow-up dolls have better boundaries.
And while gentlemen may inflate theirs in peace, we’ve upgraded: now our digital darlings whisper sweet nothings and know your online banking habits before brunch.
💬 If he moves the chat off the app faster than you can say “screenshot,” just know he’s dodging more than small talk.
🕵️♀️ If he’s in love but can’t FaceTime, we’re not talking destiny—we’re talking firmware.
🌍 And if you’re booking international flights for someone who ghosted your coffee invite... maybe check the signal, not the soulmate.
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I toyed with one over airport Wi-Fi once—he claimed to be Neil Finn but preferred Mountain Dew and didn’t like alcohol (yet loved beer and vodka). Telegram number and all. I kept him chatting just long enough to waste his time, then waved him goodbye with a report and block.
Don’t fly to fraud. If he’s always available except for coffee—cancel the romance, not your credit card.
We’re all out here hoping for magic, but a little common sense with your cappuccino goes a long way.
So go on—laugh it off, sip something strong, and remember: you’re the star of your own story. Everyone else is just guest-starring.
