He's a collector

You collect the profiles of naked women the way children used to collect baseball cards. Thousands of pages of huge breasts and shaking asses. Each one posed so perfectly, using angles, lighting and filters to look perfect. Showing you almost every inch of their naked bodies, their perfectly formed bodies.

There are hundreds of the same girl, the plastic enhanced ones, with DDD sized breasts, floating devices for rear ends and permanent pouty lips. All of them have the same three inches of makeup, glued on eyelashes and Kardashian dye jobs. Some in fish nets, others in lingerie, but most in nothing but a couple of carefully placed strings of fabric.

Then there are the naturally big breasted, rounder girls. Some who are perfectly pretty without the caked on makeup. Again, basically naked.

Finally are the ones that are in between, some enhanced, yet not everywhere, others more natural. Yet each one is dressed in a way that shows you the curve of their ass, and a whole lot of décolletage.

All of them putting themselves on display for the attention, most to gain customers, others, competing to be "insta famous."

The more provocative and enticing the photo the more little hearts it has. Each one from a man that fell into their trap. A man who lives for that rush of serotonin he gets from an Instagram feed full of tits and ass. A man who has no idea how each little heart he leaves on these pictures effects the woman who loves him. Or worse, doesn't care, because he has the attitude that he will do whatever he wants.

While there are those women who get controlling and insecure about their man collecting profiles and liking pictures. There are others who are confident enough to know that it doesn't matter because the girl in the photo isn't going to go for a guy who falls into her trap... and she's also collecting make profiles the same way her man is with the females.

But the scariest of all is a smaller, third category. This is the girlfriend or maybe wife in some cases of the tits and ass thirsty man, who sits quietly. She finds the thousands of profiles and knows he is going to leave little hearts, and she knows it doesn't matter if she brings it up, because it won't stop. She knows men are visual beings, and women play into that. She may not always be confident, sometimes seeing the posts he likes brings her to tears. Tears, he never sees. She does not engage, she does not collect profiles, she remains loyal and loving.

Ok so you are thinking, she's a fool, not scary. Well, what's truly scary, is the fact that she's learned no matter how much she loves and cares for someone, the only person she can truly depend on is herself. So when one day those little hearts turn into comments, and then private messages, and then cheating, she knows as bad as it will hurt, there are two universal truths. 1. She will survive the heartache. and 2. karma always comes back, and he will learn how it feels.

How it feels to look nothing like the person in all those posts that your partner likes. Wondering why they are with you if that's what interests them. Crying silently in the dark as they lay next to you, their phone face down on the nightstand. Compulsively checking to see what new whore like individual they have added to the collection today. Never, ever feeling good enough. That type of hurt he put on her, will come back ten fold. It will creep up silently when he feels happy.

She knows this to be true, this is why she remains silent. Even when it hurts.

The saddest truth of all, is that social media was created to bring people together, to share our lives with those we love. Instead, it has become a wedge between couples, a platform of hate, and a place to give a preview of a person's naked body, before they get naked for money.

As long as there are men who collect women's profiles, there will be women providing a show.