Oh Em Gee, Did I, Like, Just Go Back to Fourth Grade?

This is just too amazing not to document somehow.

I was chatting online with a few guys, one of whom was decently attractive-looking but had almost no info and no paid membership (red flags 1 and 2) and was extremely pushy and soon crossed over into overselling, right about the time I had invited another guy (who unlike the former seemed mature, relaxed and potentially fun) to hang out, which I told the pushy guy so to provide a reason for not following through on hypothetical interest and therefore not come off as a flake. He wrote back and said I ought to cancel on the other guy in favor of himself, which I told him I didn't want to do, and he retorted something about the ludicrousness of me thinking the guy I'd made plans with was hotter than he was, and that he supposed I'd never know in that case. I felt no need to dignify that predictable reaction with further response, but a few minutes later, he did, in the form of this:

well dude to be honest you kinda look like a
little fem and i really like to fuck other
masculine dudes like myself so it probably wouldnt
have worked out anyway goodluck though

Normally I'd just laugh to myself and be done with it, but my anti-confrontational instinct, normally on overdrive, had apparently stepped out for a cigarette break, allowing me to for once put in an ounce more effort for the final word. I am at an utter lack of regret for it too.

Oh wow, an insult at me to make yourself feel better, I haven't seen that trick since elementary school. Looks like I really missed out on a real winner here. My loss.

Grow up, dude, seriously.

Game, set, match.