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Topic: New user saying hello
Hello brothers! 32-year old man from The Netherlands saying hello.
I made an account yesterday and wanted to start typing immediately, then found out I had to wait 24 hours afore I could do so. Time’s up now and I’m ready to roll.
After reading many of the heartwrenching stories of other men here I saw I didn’t experience that much negative stuff! I planned on taking the name Dutch_mgtower or Dutchie, but found out the latter is already taken (ha kerel, hoe issie?), so I decided to pick the name of my favorite game’s protagonist: Lord Nerevar Reborn đ
I guess I’ve always been kind of a mgtower ever since I was about 14-16 years old. Wasn’t really interested in girls/women, being a late-bloomer and all that, but even as I got a little older, there still wasn’t the general feeling of wanting to be in a relationship, mostly because I’ve been bullied at school from the age of 8 to 16, and a couple of those bullies were vile, ugly girls.
Never really had the urge to have sex with one either (I’m 100% straight, I can tell you that) until I hit the age of 23. There was this woman I enjoyed hanging out with, despite being in some sort of a fight the years before (her brother and I really didn’t like eachother on a forum and she obviously chose his side, even if she didn’t like him at all). She had a kind personality for sure, but if I look back now, she could easily have been a hardcore feminist today if only her body would be an indicator. Yes, she was fat, but I didn’t mind. She was shy, timid, sweet and silently begging for a guy to love her. One night, after a couple of drinks, I saw her online on MSN and blurted out the sentence that I felt like kissing her. I went over to her parent’s place, we stood outside for an hour or so, and kissed. It felt good. It eventually became a relationship with both of us figuring out how to behave in one in the first few months and it was great. But then she started asking me why I never bought her anything nice, why I never took her somewhere and why I chose hanging out with my buddies instead of spending (another) night alone with her.
What followed was her demanding that I didn’t go to an evening/night of drinking with our mutual friends, but again spend the night with her. I told her I wanted to go to my friend’s place and so I went. A month later, my favorite music festival started (Graspop Metal Meeting in Belgium), this was in 2006. I told her it was my idea of vacation and no-one could keep me from doing it, even if she wouldn’t be able to come along due to financial stuff. She got p~~~ed, ranted that I’d probably wanted to f~~~ other women (yeah, she changed in slightly more than a year’s time) and that I didn’t find her attractive anymore. I shrugged, told her she was seeing things and went back home, packed my stuff and went to the festival. She gave me the silent treatment for more than a week and caved first. I simply didn’t care about her being silent and I guess she got the message I was not to be toyed with, especially not my feelings.
After that, we had an on and off relationship, but in the end, I felt we were more like buddies than a couple and I broke it off for good. After that (I really have to stop repeating certain words!) it became obvious I created a monster by destroying every wall that kept her safe from harm, because the real personality inside her was a screeching harpy, dodged a bullet there! Friends told me she found a new guy 2 weeks after we broke up and he was a real big good guy. One she walked all over and commanded him around. Dodged another bullet there!
Four years passed by, with my having 3 different jobs (all in libraries) until I contracted a curious affliction. I felt odd and not like myself, but I clenched my teeth and just kept going. In that same time, I got a new girlfriend, quite different from the first one. She was outspoken, sweet and had a love for tech, nerd stuff and tinkering with her old car and motorcycle (she fully restored and rebuilt her own car, that’s awesome), but she didn’t care much for cleaning her place, cooking or personal hygiene. I could live with that because I didn’t live there, but it struck me as odd: aren’t women supposed to be almost neurotically concerned with looks and keeping the place tidy to impress other women? She was awestruck by me actually cooking, cleaning my place, doing my own laundry, etc.
After a few months, my illness got worse and I had to stay at home because I couldn’t muster the energy to go to work, or to her (it was about 1,5 hours driving from my to her place). When I could, I went to her place, but couldn’t do more than sit on couch or lie down on said couch, something that made her angry because she wanted to go out. I told her she could go, that I’d stay at her place, but she took that as a dare (fine, do whatever you want) and stayed home as well, being angry with me at the same time. She started to not respond to hugs, kisses, or me trying to initiate sex. Sitting on a different couch with her laptop on her lap, chatting with other people (never letting me see the conversation) and generally shying away from me whenever I felt like touching her.
A bit later, I didn’t have the energy to have sex, which obviously meant to her that I didn’t find her hot anymore or that I slept around with other women. Sigh. When she came to my place, we had the same kind of boring evening and she decided to end it. I didn’t argue. She packed her stuff, I gave her a last kiss and sent her off, then grabbed a few beers and played a game. Finally some fun!
Jumping from 2010 to 2014. After living with my parents for 3 years due to my condition, I got my own place again. I still can’t work thanks to cerebral celiac disease, hyperacusis, hyperventilation and more crap, but I’m living a, in my eyes, mgtow life: I have the place decorated to my taste, cook healthy food (opposed to my ex gf’s neverending microwave meals), keep my apartment clean enough so you don’t see dust lying around, play videogames, jerk off to porn and don’t have a nagging thing to spend time and/or on! It’s not much of a life, but I spend the days the way I want to spend them and I don’t have to answer to anyone or be careful not to rub someone’s feeling the wrong way.
After reading several topics here, I realized I did as much as I could for my ex gf’s: bringing intelligent opinions to discussions, using logic and reason while they mostly expressed their feelings. I fixed their problems (not really handy, but I know my way with computers and can figure out how to fix other stuff, but not handy enough to do them myself), praised them, but never spent more money on them than I thought they deserved. I had my blue pill moments, but I feel like I’ve been mgtow most of my life, taking no crap from any woman.
Right, it’s been a lot longer ramble than I originally intended to type, but I guess I had to get it off my chest.
Peace.
"One of the best things internet exposed is just how insane women are." - Freeman_K
Topic: Why I am now MGTOW-My Story
I am going to share my story because I think it is important to share things with other people so they can learn from it but also to remind people that their horrible life experience with women is not unique to them.
I am now 46 years old and was raised with an intact family that included mother, father, and a sister. Mom was stay at home and dad worked at a blue collar job. We were typical middle class people with all the day to day ups and downs of life but no tragic issues. My parents always told me to get an education and decide your own future. The importance of family and leadership was emphasized and I wanted to do my parents proud because they sacrificed for me. I developed into a Type A self driven person.
Fast forward and I went to college and law school. I became a lawyer and worked for a law firm and soon opened up my own law practice. I took out loans to do this and soon opened up my own law practice before the age of 30. Sadly I did not practice family law, did not know or hang out with anyone who was divorced. I always thought the issues of child support and divorce matched with trailers and domestic violence. I heard the marriage sucks jokes on TV etc but always believed that my job was to be successful, take care of a family, and raise kids with a wife that would stay home and take care of them all while I encouraged her to grow and do things for herself.
Im a typical man in that I like a good looking woman. I dated women who were fun and or looked good because that is what we do. You want your kids to be good looking and other men to look at your wife and just know that this guy(me) was successful at everything. Due to my own immaturity and and desire to pay my school loans back, I was never going to get married in my 20s. The women were always looking for more and a young guy with no money and student debt, despite a promising future, just couldnt keep up with the guys who were a little further along. Finding an attractive woman, with values, who wanted to build something with you seemed to be a pipe dream. Dont get me wrong, there were plenty of women who were quality but without attraction to them, you arent going to choose her as a wife. Let me also say that I consider myself humble and thankful for everything I have and my definition of attractive isnt off the charts realistic but that being said, a woman must inspire on some level.
Fast forward and the business grows I pay back my loans but here I am age 35, no wife, no kids, and I want to be a family man. Long story short is I start dating a woman who is my age, from a family unit like mine, off the charts attractive, and wants to be a mom. After 6 months of dating I move her into my home. At the time I met her I had been dating women who were just horrible self centered people. They cared about no one but themselves. It was all about what can you do for me. The successful strong women that I preferred were all into their careers and did not want kids until they were 40 and they realized it was too late. I didnt want that.
After moving the woman into my house, we were married soon after. She got pregnant the first month and over the next 2.5 years we had two daughters. After the last child she refused more kids. She had everything given to her and was a stay at home mom. While the sex wasnt great, it wasnt a huge issue. This is when the change began. She refused to clean the house, spent her evenings at the gym(while I gladly watched the girls), and the sex stopped. Within 4 years of marriage she literally didnt come to bed at night and we were living seperate lives. I would work all day, I never heard from her, and when I came home, we would eat but within 5 minutes of sitting down, she would finish, get up with the kids, bathe them and put them to bed and she was then in front of her laptop until 2am at night. Any inquiries about what she was doing was met with disdain and me being told it was her way to relax.
Once this scenario began after 4 years of marriage, I was smart enough to know something wasnt right but here I was a working guy with a stay at home wife and two young daughters. I talked to lawyers about divorce and it became clear that getting equal custody of my kids was not likely because the judges in my jurisdiction didnt believe in equal custody when the kids were young and the mom was stay at home. Im sure my wife knew this and she began to slowly try to isolate me from my kids. I knew if I wanted to have an equal opportunity to raise my girls, I had to stay in the home for awhile, bond with them and see what could happen. The last thing I wanted was a divorce, but I was not basically living with someone who wouldnt talk to me, refused sex, and ran up the credit card every month while I saved every dime I made.
Over time it got worse and I wondered why my wife would be up until 2am every night on a computer and not be able to keep even a slightly clean house. My personal stuff began to be destroyed and the disrespect was off the charts. I am not some asshole who expects my wife to be this perfect person and bow down to me but when Im out earning so she can be a stay at home mom, you should communicate, have sex on occasion, and keep the house clean. It was even more frustrating as everything in the home was mine because I owned and decorated it before she moved in.
Finally after 8 years in, the last four being barely roommates with all the bills paid by me, I told her I wanted a divorce. I did this after first agreeing to counseling(it was horrible and I quit after two sessions as it was hate the man 101-men dont ever go to counseling because if you do its because your marriage is already shot and that just reminds you of it while some self righteous person slowly removes you from your wallet) and just seeing her blame me for all the lack of communication.
This is where I made mistakes but also got lucky which helped me get equal custody of my kids. Once I told her I wanted a divorce she said we werent ready yet and didnt want one but I held firm and told her how I felt. We now had to decide who would move and who would stay in the home(remember this is a home I had before I met her that I took care of and then watched her destroy it once she moved in). WE both lawyered up and the demands from her lawyer were insane. Tons of child/spousal support with me being allowed to see my girls two overnights per month. I was livid as I was a good dad, an earner, and she had nothing on me regarding violence, drinking, or financial mismanagement. The money saved was huge.
Needless to say this caused huge tension. I was now up to speed on divorce laws and it seemed I stood to lose everything I worked for plus have to pay her to sit on her ass and rarely see my kids. She knew it as well and slowly began to isolate me from my girls and made it clear I would see them rarely if it all.
I soon realized that I needed to leave the home. She knew if I stayed the assets were continuing to increase and she could spend freely and live the leisure life while my anger continued to grow. I learned if she made it to 10 years marriage she would get my social security once I dropped dead from stress and anger at age 50. This is where I was headed due to my high stress job and anger at wife over the deception she was making me live day to day.
This is where it gets better…..
While we stayed in the home not speaking but clearly going to divorce, her behavior got even more bizarre. She started pushing my buttons trying to provoke anger and violence. We had never argued or yelled during our time married. Long story short is one morning I walked into the kitchen and tripped over a mess that our fancy dining room had become because she used it to stack stuff like a hoarder. As I picked myself up off the ground I opended a tiny basket and I found a hand held recording device. It turns out she had been taping our conversations and interactions in the home for months trying to provoke me into violence to get me out of my own home.
Once the realization of this betrayal sunk in I started making plans to leave the home before I did get violent and she destroyed or stole more of my personal stuff. Once I told her I wanted a divorce lots of my personal stuff started disappearing. It wasnt overly valuable stuff but it was personal to me. I soon realized I had no pictures of my kids. While I was at work, the kids and mom went on playdates and she had pictures of the kids since birth. I found two flash drives on the table near her laptop and took them one evening while she was at the gym and thinking they were pictures I went to copy them. I soon found out what she was likely doing late at night and all day while I Was at work earning. The flash drive did not contain pictures but instead massive volumes of sex writings where Harry Potter characters were having graphic sex with each other and characters made up by my wife, some named after our two daughters. I was heartbroken. Instead of being a wife, she spent her days and nights writing porn fantasies with hogwarts and other freaky stuff. The flash drives contained 10000 pages(no exaggeration) of this crap writing written the last 2 years of our marriage. I am sure there was more but this was all I found.
I did not tell her I found her recording device or porn drives but she knew and it was fun watching her panic in the house wondering where they were. Here was this perfect soccer mom who showed no interest in sex with me wondering what I knew about her secrets.
I soon moved out without telling her. I had buddies and a moving truck show up at the house one morning to move out my stuff I had before I met her from my house I had before I met her. She called the Sheriff and they allowed her to decide what I left with. Think about the emotional damage of leaving a home you owned before you met her and having a local yokel tell you you cant have your pre marriage property. Total nightmare.
People ask why do you leave your own home? If you are successful and build up assets you are going to lose it so I wanted to give up the home and get a fresh start. I was not abandoning my family as I bought another house soon after leaving right around the corner in prep for the custody battle.
Over the next year I was dictated to when I could see my girls until we could get a court date for custody. The emotional trauma was off the charts as I continued to have to work while she didnt work and did all she could to empty the bank accounts before I left.
Despite having volumes of porn written by this perfect woman, my own lawyer told me I wasnt likely to get equal custody of my girls and every other weekend was the likely result(4 days a month is not being an equal parent). Wife forced me to trial and thousands of dollars spent. I didnt behave perfect in court as I watched her lawyers argue I shouldnt have equal custody because I was hard working and successful My ex at age 40 was middle aged and couldnt work according to them. She had a 4 year college degree, a job when I met her(that she quit soon after meeting me). If I had written all that porn with my kids names in it, I would have gotten supervised visits. The double standard in family court is insane and the lawyers were shocked that I got equal custody. In my mind the wife was lucky to get equal custody. The judge just couldnt get past the porn with her own kids names in it.
To summarize the divorce it was a different story. I got taken to the cleaners and in addition to losing tons of assets I have to pay her a ton a month in spousal support and child support. She sits in a paid for home with no car payment and does not work. My job has gotten harder and less profitable and I am basically a slave barely paying my own bills while she tries to emotionally destroy her own girls with counseling sessions and ADD testing. The bottom line is a woman can do anything she wants once you marry her and if you dont want to take it you pay her for the privilege of leaving.
That was three years ago and while I have a healthy relationship with my kids, the court system is set up to isolate men from their kids and money. I got lucky to find one of the wifes habits but I didnt find it all and she was probably cheating as well as I watched her guard her pocketbook and phone with her life before I left.
I do not speak to my ex and will not since I left. Why would any man want to put themselves in a situation where even after you divorce you are dealing with such crap on a day to day basis while you struggle financially. If a man does not have assets hes at an even worse disadvantage to fight.
This is where the MGTOW issue is tough. Most men my age are of a generation where people married and had kids. Yes there was lots of divorce but even back then it was rare compared to now. Its easy for me to preach as I am blessed with two kids but if you are a young guy you have a real dillema.
I will never remarry and women now only really have value for sex. I have never hired a hooker but that is basically what women have become. Hookers. You pay them money and you might get sex. You treat them nice and they will manipulate you emotionally. Who needs that. If she cannot give you children why even talk to her. IF she can and you want them, you have a real tough time ahead. If you marry her and she does not give them to you, at what point do you leave or move on to minimize the financial hit. If you do get them at what point is it worth having kids when she will keep them from you and destroy you financially at all turns. This is the modern day american woman. Self absorbed and self entitled with the full backing of our legal system to do what she wants even if you do everything a man should do when it comes to working and providing for a family.
Because of my belief system given to me by my parents, it took courage to leave a marriage. How bad does it have to be to leave someone when you have young children and dont even have a replacement woman. I left to be alone and it is better than staying where I was in a dead stagnant life. You can have all the money in the world but if you are being emotionally abused and disrespected, on top of being lied to, why stay and be miserable. You can line your coffin with 1000 dollar bills if you want.
I am mentally healthier now than I ever was. I go places and I do things and I dont answer to a woman. I date on my terms and dont feel slightly bad if I stop talking to a woman soon after I have sex with them. I dont seem to lack women and they seem to be everywhere even if they arent all gorgeous. I am not getting any younger or better looking. My house is clean and decorated the way I like and I dont catch crap for it.
Where this is really important is how you need to be emotionally strong as you age. It wasnt easy being married 8 years(too bad for her she didnt make it 10) and then divorcing in my mid 40s but I see these harpies stick around as long as they can, divorce a man when he has been married 20 years, on the wrong side of 50, and left broke or stuck with a life time of alimony after he has spent his life paying to raise his kids. These women are heartless and use you when you are emotionally vulnerable. If you allow yourself to get locked into a marriage and dont get the write advice, you end up destroyed before you get to enjoy any part of your life.
If you want kids, have them young or flat out tell the woman you wont have them in a marriage relationship. I still wrestle with that as I was raised to believe in family yet I watched my dad die of cancer after being married 40 years getting to enjoy nothing and knowing he stayed because he was from a generation that needed a woman to take care of him.
Once you sort our the kids or no kids issue for yourself, hopefully at a young age when you are broke, MGTOW is the best way to be for a happy healthy full life. The stories I read on here break my heart and I am mad at myself for failing to be mature enough to get married and have kids young but in many ways thankful I didnt. Women are horrible creatures and know exactly wha they are doing. They kill you without you even knowing it. Atleast a man who wants to kill me will come right at me and be honest with his intentions.
I am done playing a non winnable game. I will be stuck with child support for a few more years, but my daughters are going to come live with me full time soon as I am teaching them what their mother is doing to them. I hope they will be able to have families of their own but for that to happen they need to treat a man well as the good ones will be MGTOW as they get educated at a younger age because there are sites like this to teach them. My fear for my daughters is they will have kids with a bad dad outside of marriage and I may have not set a good example by leaving, but I fought for them and now must fight for me.
I wish everyone the best and know that there are men out there who share your views and that we live in a system that is anti man, anti family, and filled with feminists who offer nothing but hate. Until we learn to stand up these type of people by putting ourselves first, its only going to get worse.
Topic: Who I was vs. who I am
Brothers…..
TLDR….Women bad make me bad MGTOW good make me good.
I’m new here. Brand new. and I absolutely love it.
My Story…….. I was a white knight for most of my life. I’m talking Lilly f~~~ing white. A glowing albino of misdirected chivalrous energy. As if I was preparing myself for saint hood or something. Always going out of my way to show every woman I’m virtuous, willing, able, dependable…..a man of IMPECCABLE moral character. Rock solid.
Need help moving?…anything for you sugar. I’ve got a big truck.
Short on cash for some reason or another?…here ya go I’ve got an extra 100 bucks.
Scare away some ex or creep?…Love to. My specialty.Id offer my services to strangers. Young, old, anyone that I could….Of course socially I scored zero points with this lifestyle. I felt good tho. Like I was doing right. The select few that mercy laid me or feigned a monogamous relationship monkey branched my ass at the first possible opportunity. Every Goddamned one of those broads used me for an door mat in hindsight. Out of necessity, I would shag a post-waller or a gutter slut fresh from the dregs at bar close every other month or so but the choice women were consistently unresponsive to my advances and I remained unhappily single.
I kept this head-banging, degenerate behavior up into my late 20s. I had faith the right girl would find ME! This is obviously not how it works. Well one day someone found me. I rue that god forsaken day. And ironically I’m blessed for it and eternally grateful it came. Turns out, she was a stone cold pit demon. If the devil is the father of all lies this was HIS mother. My pure and giving soul must have been irresistible to her….. white f~~~ing gold. This girl was different for me. Those other pretty gals used me and I knew it. I finally felt appreciated. This one was hotter than some and real party in the sack. She was in Law school and came from a wealthier family. All qualities that were appealing at the time. We dated for 6 months and married within a year of knowing each other.
I spent 3k on a ring. Lots of money for a brick mason. She bought my ring at a pawn shop. Why she told me this I do not know. It was Cheap tacky junk s~~~. I’ve never owned ANY jewelry before & I didn’t mind the low quality hardware. Love was the most important thing. I was a family man now. A child soon followed. A son.
She spoke of staying home with our son while pregnant. “The first years are the formative years and the child should be raised by his mother, not by strangers in day care”. “I should quit my job”. Sound logic to me. I happily agreed.
All the while she had her night classes 2-3 times a week. Still working towards a law degree. I happily handed her every check, cash and financial scraps people paid me. She was in complete control of the finances. We never fought. The house was clean. The boy was healthy. Everything was humming right along. My American dream.
One day I asked if she gets report cards in college like I did when I went to school. She said no its all electronic now. Ok, I thought. Well how are your grades? We never really talked about it much. They’re OK she said. She said studied in the daytime while I’m at work so she could spend time with me. After a bit of persistence on my end she produced a piece of paper from 8 months ago that showed she failed every single class from her second semester. Not a single passing grade. This is my first red pill moment(It was a little pill compared to what would come later). The whole thing was a ruse. The money I spent on her books and tuition was very real. Who The F~~~ is so stupid to think tuition is paid in cash. I was. She eventually admitted her grades were so poor they would not accept her for a third semester.
Her attitude became quite pompous and resentful. As if it was my fault for impregnating her and the child took away from her study time. My Fault she lied about where she has been going instead of school. Wait…..”Where WERE you going instead of school”? Never a straight answer. Never one. Family and friends took up the slack for her where a bouts. They all knew. This went on for months. I was hoodwinked. A chump.
Only the brightest white knight could possibly forgive this transgression. But I was a family man. Id never abandon my son. Soon I withdrew from having any dealings with her and her family. I left but I was still there. Soon I was couch bound at night sleeping with the dog. Living with a disconnected stranger in a house full of s~~~ I kept buying. Nice Cars, Clothes, furniture, computers and all the household bills were squarely on my shoulders. We were making it. Never really sweated a bill. We even had extra money for a pizza once a month or so. & The boy Had a mountain of everything plastic that china ever made. She had several pair of warm&fuzzy pajamas and many bath robes. Her daily attire.
She soon became bored of her pathetic and lethargic lifestyle and wanted to get a job just to get out of the house. Extra money would be nice. The boy was enrolled in preschool and she began working in a downtown high rise for the federal government. The buying of fancy dress up clothes was now in order. My pleasure. I want my wife to look good. Im a good man. (I should have been hung)
Six months later I almost was. We were watching the Lakers game. Her phone rang. A woman’s name but a mans voice. I took the phone and broke it in half. She went ballistic. Left the house. I went to bed. Six squad cars returned. The door was kicked in. Cops dressed up like the bad guys off GI Joe came in with machine guns. I was arrested on kidnapping and domestic violence charges. Vile charges that were later dismissed. She had fabricated a series of events claiming a long history of abuse, and mental problems on my part. And that I was Fleeing the city with the boy never to return.
I spent 4 short days in jail with many other good men telling me what’s coming next from the corrupted legal system. That I’d get off easy if I plea. First time offender. Lawyer says the same thing. I plea. Charges dismissed upon completing Classes. Probation. Restraining order. Supervised visits with my son. Fines. Child support. A duffel bag of belongings and no access to my home. A month Living on friends couches and eventually resettling with my aging parents 2 hours away.
That’s who I was. Who I used to be. That’s what happened and I f~~~ing deserved worse for letting her get away with what I did. That was 6 yrs ago. Seems like 6 thousand. I’ve severed contact with anyone involved in the situation. Disgusting people our mutual friends turned out to be.
I trained my brain and body constantly to keep my soul strong and my mind off things. I read History, politics & the classics. I got sharp, keen and Business flourished. My white knight integrity was always a benefit in business. Go Figure. Contacts were happy to have me back. New opportunities presented themselves because I had demonstrated reliable character.
Socially I turned into an animal. I took ZERO s~~~ from anyone for any reason. I looked to start ruckus in bars to embarrass manginas and claim their women for the night or week or month. What ever I chose. They loved it. Begged for my company. I was a mad dog. Pussy fell from the sky. Whiskey flowed like water. I made it a point to sleep with the friends of the women I was sleeping with. Their cousins, neighbors, co-workers. If a post-waller gave me the bedroom eyes Id only make her the evening treat in order to find out if she had legal age daughters, nieces or whatever I could sleep with. I was a thermo nuclear F~~~ machine. This lasted for a good 5 years.
Actually It just stopped. Like a week ago. I simply grew tired of it. Of dealing with women. They’re played out. I have nothing left to prove to myself. The scars on my heart were washed clean by orgasms of bleach blondes with breast implants that could never pin me down for so much as a goddamned straight answer or a single kind word.
I just turned 38….my boy is 10. He is amazing. Brilliant. Growing up well because I spend considerable time with him. We fish, trap, talk straight to eachother and cook healthy food together….for two
Things are ideal now. I’ve decided to stop with women while I’m ahead.
The world is a beautiful place. I have been consumed with dogging out hoes for far too long. I’m going monk mode for 6 months to clear my mind and allow new ideas to flourish.
Fraternally yours, JKZ
* In honor of RJ, CC, and all my brothers who talked harsh truth to me when I needed it the most. Ill pay it forward god willing
Topic: Here I am
Took me a few months to get up the gumption to do this. I wrote way too much but if you feel like reading it, here it is. I wanted to describe the situation that led up to me going MGTOW. WARNING, this is a very long and random story. I sort of just blabbed it out.
In 2014 I reconnected with an old friend of mine I was 36 (now 38) and she was 34. Her and I had known each other since we were teenagers and had lost contact with each other in our mid to late 20s. We lost contact because she changed into a user. I didn’t care to keep up the friendship. Her and I kind of messed around once but nothing happened again.
So we reconnected. She has a son that is the same age as my son. We decided to get together for dinner and bring the boys. They liked each other right away.
She was hot back in the day. She wasn’t as attractive in the face now, looked like she had some skin issues at some point since we lost contact, but I was still attracted to her. She was still tall, thin, nice shape, and nice fake rack. She seemed to have changed a lot and seemed more responsible and I decided to ask what exactly she was looking for since she had made a few flirty comments.
That was the beginning of our relationship and something seemed so right about the situation and after a couple weeks I thought to myself, she is going to be the one. I am actually going to get married. She had a decent job and wouldn’t be a financial burden, her son is smart and pretty well mannered, our kids liked each other, and we already had some common history. I honestly was looking for a woman that had one child like me too which may sound crazy to some people. And neither of us wanted anymore children. It was what I considered to be my perfect scenario.
Well, that didn’t last long. I soon found out that the person I knew her as from the past is still there lurking. She started asking me some random questions from a magazine for fun. “Get to know them” style questions with a sexual theme mixed in. I had no problem sharing and when she was done with her questions, she stated that she is an open book. I then asked her a few questions of my own. I knew that she had done some lesbo stuff with a couple girls in the past and when I asked her about it she got angry and I could tell that she didn’t want to say much about anything. She gave the spiel that she doesn’t care about who I’ve been with and implied that I shouldn’t care about her past. My reply was “You don’t care about my past? Well, you should.” It is completely natural to want to know what we are dealing with otherwise why even ask each other anything at all?
It didn’t take long but I discovered that she liked to argue and fight. And I am vicious when it comes to verbal battles- I have been told that I should have been a lawyer since I like to debate. Her arguments were crazy. She was completely unreasonable and was always finding faults in everything I did. It was like she wanted to be angry at something. I wondered if this was her mechanism for controlling people.
She also had a way of hurling insults too. She once commented and said “I didn’t know that you relied so much on your mother.” This was a dig at me. My mother likes to do nice things for my son and I. I don’t ask for anything but I accept her help when she offers. She mostly just helps with my son. I have a small family, it’s basically just me and my son and my mother. I don’t rely on her for anything, I pay all my own bill, take care of my household solo, etc etc. What upset me is that my ex made this s~~~ty statement and the the bitch lives at home with her mother! There were many many nights of fighting over nothing too. I was getting angry often because of it.
So we fought, broke up, got back together, fought, broke up again, ad nauseam….
We split “for good” in early February 2015 and then she started contacting me in late June. It sounded like we were just going to be friends and get the boys together to play. Her and I went to dinner and had a few drinks and then I pounded her out a few hours later. Then suddenly here we were in a relationship again.
I said, okay, f~~~ it. I’ll give it a shot, if she starts up one more unreasonable fight I’ll leave her ass.
So a few things happened that didn’t turn into fights and I could tell that she was trying hard but I could tell that nothing changed. She was still angry about things but now she was just hiding it so that it wouldn’t turn into a fight.
She made comments about me asking her to pay for dinner a few times, as if I didn’t normally pay for almost everything. She seemed to get weird when I reiterated that costs should be split down the middle. No socialism in my household where the man pays for everything. I also tried to ease in the topic of a pre nup but it didn’t get all the way there. She didn’t say anything but I was starting to get the feeling that she thought I was cheap. She got made at me because she suddenly planned out a trip to Disneyland with her son and she expected me to dish out a few grand and go with her and also bring my son. This happened a month after I had just taken my son to Disneyland! She also decided she wanted to go on a trip to Mexico with her friend and her friend’s husband. When I told her that I couldn’t afford all of that, she brought up the fact that I took a trip to Europe while her and I were split up (I used my tax return to pay for it) and she was p~~~ed off and angry. She said it was like a slap in the face. My trip to Europe cost about 2,200 USD but here she is trying to force me to spend several thousand dollars and act like a trip that was none of her business is somehow proof that I should go and spent every cent in my bank account.
So mid November 2015 came around she wanted me to go to a mutual friend’s house to hang out while her car gets worked on. She canceled the first night after I rushed home to feed my son and get ready, then the next day she wants to try again but won’t give me any information on when the work will start or be done, I had my son and needed to make sure he gets fed during all of this and also gets home to bed in time and whether or not I’ll have to have my mother babysit him if the car repairs run too late. Instead of helping me to help her, she get angry and p~~~ed off and accuses me of not being there for her and tells me to just stay home. I said “Okay, sorry that it didn’t work out smoothly” to which she replies, “don’t expect any help from me ever again”. That was the final straw for me. I told her that I’m finished with the relationship.
Right after this I felt alone with no one to talk to, I start searching for information about selfish women and how they manipulate and came across the acronym “MGTOW”. After looking it up, I thought at first that it sounded hokey but after finding this forum and reading some of the replies, I suddenly found myself not alone. My eyes were opening and I was realizing that I was subconsciously fighting against my ex trying to suppress me with an onslaught of s~~~ tests and controlling behavior.
Two weeks later I puss out and tried to give it one last shot. I told her that I loved her and was afraid of never seeing her again. That lasted less than a week before she called it off this time. I told her that if this is the end, “I hope you and *her son* have a good Christmas.”
Right after Christmas I wanted to see if we could let our kids continue to be friends. She said yes but she doesn’t want to give me the wrong idea about anything. I told her that I get it, we’re not getting back together, that is okay. Then she made some confusing comment, I asked her what she meant, she accused me of always having to argue, I said that I’m not trying to argue- just trying to understand. Then I just said that I give up.
End of story.
Sorry for the insanely long post, I guess I needed to get it off my chest. There is much more to the story, like her past working in a strip club, but I will stop with the drama now. After this was all over, I’ve continued to read up on MGTOW and while I’m probably still a purple pill guy (I have an overwhelming urge to get laid and hence still deal with women) I feel like a fog has been lifted from my perception. It’s okay for me to not agree with being used as an ATM. Also, as an adult, I should not feel pressured into walking on eggshells for people with emotional problems (women). I also will not feel guilty for being a man.
I wrote so much but feel like I left out so much of the story.
#MANOUT
Topic: Glutton for Punishment
I am starting to think that I really am the dumbest smart person around or that I am a glutton for punishment. Like my about me says, I have made the mistake of falling into the marriage game for the third and FINAL time. First time around I was a twenty-one year-old kid that thought he loved the woman but realized later I only married her because I wanted to get my dick wet and p~~~ my grandmother off. We got married the first week of February of ’08 and were separated by July (I was in Basic and AIT for the Army and she was at her first duty station). I found out just months later from a soldier that was in her unit before ending up in mine that she was on her back, landing gear up practically from day one. He said that she had a rep for being addicted to dick. The thing that killed me the most about it was that we were each other’s first. I should have learned my lesson from that. Did I? Obviously not. Like one poster here, I thought, “Maybe its me.” Like a fool I jumped back into the dating pool. Three years after I married woman one and two after we were divorced, I was married to number two. Something didn’t feel right after we were married but I didn’t know what. My red flag should have been when she caused me to get in trouble with my command by moving off base before we were married. I should have gone MGTOW right there but, I let the wrong head do the thinking. Fifteen months later divorce number two was final. Life was great. I was doing things my way, living life to what I felt was the fullest for me and it couldn’t have been better. This is before I knew what MGTOW was. I should have stayed that way. It just felt right. That’s when I made the mistake of listening to family members that were stuck in obviously miserable marriages start talking to me about how great marriage was. Thinking that, since they were my elders they knew what they were talking about, I stupidly rejoined the manginas. That was a mistake. Ten months after divorce two was final I was remarried to woman three and I am still married to her almost three years later. It was great at first (or so I thought). About a year later things changed completely. I was getting yelled at for “changing” and “not being romantic or doing romantic things anymore.” The thing is, I didn’t change. She did. I stopped buying the flowers and doing what she called “romantic stuff” because we had bills to pay. The bills were stacking up on an overpriced apartment and we couldn’t afford to do the stupid crap anymore. I was constantly berated for not agreeing with with certain lifestyles and orientations. I don’t care if someone is gay, bi or straight (she is bi- just so you guys know). I will treat them the same as everyone else, with the respect they deserve. I was/am constantly threatened with divorce like it is some kind of weapon when she doesn’t get her way about even the slightest thing. There were no kids with the first two marriages. This time around we have a son and now a daughter is on the way. She is determined that our kids will be raised “gender neutral” or else. She feels that since she “used to” have “gender identity” issues that our kids should be raised and dressed in a “gender neutral”/unisex manner/style until THEY choose for themselves one way or the other. If I or anyone else we know dares to tell her that she needs to lighten up and stop being so controlling she freaks out. Starts saying that my family doesn’t treat her like her family treats me (“They don’t treat me like family…boohoo.”). My family treats her like family, just not in the same way her family treats me. Big deal. People do things differently. What I would equate to a red pill the size of a coke can was forced down my throat a few days ago. She threatened divorce again. This time she was as militant about it as she is about other things (including feminism-every time I start punching holes in feminazi logic she spouts off with, “Be careful. You’re married to one of those feminazis.”). When I told her she was being ridiculous and needed to cool down she flipped. She said she should just sign the kids over to me and move in with her mum so that we can divorce-knowing full well that I have no way to provide a home for our son and our daughter when she is born (full time student on the GI Bill doesn’t go very far with a family when you can’t afford childcare so you can work). Then she goes off on a rant about how I could raise our son and she would raise our daughter (and something about who was a better parent). She has been using divorce as a weapon since the end of our first year of marriage. She only freaked and I got the big red pill when I called her on her bluff. Now I am just biding my time and plotting my escape for the day that I can get away with it without being made a wage slave to her. She is going to royally screw our kids up in the head if she keeps this going. Her best friend even went so far as to get on Facebook and call her out saying that she was being a, “Controlling-B” as her friend put it. Her response was basically, “Yep, I sure am and I am damned proud of it.” My one time feminazi sister who is now happily feminine, “Serving the D (as Red Pill Philosophy put it in a video I saw today)” of the guy she married, said that she needed to cool her s~~~. Generally, I don’t listen to her opinions. When she said that, I knew it was bad. That’s when I just about choked on that BIG red pill. It all finally made sense. Everything that I started to notice months ago up to now finally clicked! It is obviously too late to save up a s~~~ ton of money fast and get out without the kids and my already screwed up finances (thanks to cheating wife 2-which is odd, because this wife has been faithful in the religious and every other sense of the word-minus the threats of divorce of course) suffering a great deal. I am just biding my time until the kids are old enough and I can come up with a plan about that. The other night when she was freaking out she even said that I would raise our son and she would raise our daughter. No child-support involved because she didn’t need a man’s help if we were gonna split as she put it. I actually like the sounds of that as soon as I have enough money made to make my escape. I have already started distancing myself from her and her bulls~~~. I am looking forward to the day I can come home, strip down, smoke a Peterson Pipe with some Dunhill Nightcap INSIDE THE HOUSE while watching a good action movie & not having to worry about whether or not I have to answer to someone. I pretty much do what I want anyway now that I have tasted the bitter pill of reality. I am looking forward to having my own, private sanctuary again. After that long-winded introduction and explanation of why I am here you may now commence with the, “What a dumb ass” and other such reprimands for falling into the trap not once, not twice, but three times. Fully understand if you guys hammer me for letting myself fall into the major mangina trap so many times and chase me off. Anyway, that’s my intro and story. By the by, I am glad that I found this website with its resources and such. Great site!
If they've got tits or tires they ain't nothin' but trouble, lad.
Anonymoushere’s my script. I would love comment’s or edits. Very interested to hear your thoughts. Cheers in advance.
Most jobs are slave factories with horrible wages.
can u smell s~~~?
first I thought it was the government.
then Illuminati.
then finally it was clear.gynocentrism.
female nature.
feminism.but there’s hope. We’ve been educated.
The television’s been saying sleep. BBC propaganda. biased media bulls~~~. Wikipedia, all pandering to feminists. The president, Disney, the education system, our mothers.but the wool over our eyes has only to be lifted.
Not by conspiracy, nor opinion.
by science and fact.I’ve been mentored by truly inquisitive minds.
Sandman, turd flinging monkey…The puzzle of women solved.
and when you look under the hood, what can you see?
When it was you, who needed to change to suit their needs,
when you had to compete for their attention,
when you looked at them and saw beauty,
when you had to propose for possession rights,
when your kids were hers,
when love was something you had to prove,
when her necessity came first,
when it ended and she moved on that week.
Like you were her tampon.
Are you beginning to see her turn?shave her head, now give her a rusty dagger.
do you see the truth beneath the lie.
she is just a nasty joke with nothing to offer but problems.
like hypergamy, solipsism, gynocentrism, narcissism, baby rabies, premature aging, guilty until proven innocent rape laws, parental favoring, white knight support, expensive habits, marital requests, s~~~ tests, endless jobs for you to do, sex depriving, manipulation, boring tastes in films, no sense of humour, no intelligent conversation, no concept of love, double standards, sneaky, deceitful, and conniving, misandry, unreasonable, irrational, irritable, dramatic.The list is endless really.
and for the future. why moan about women?
what can be done?
what hope?well, if you understand.
If the pain of being human is just too much to participate in.
if you are as devastated as I am, at the injustice of it all – then don’t worry.
MGTOW is amazing. It’s a place where men thrive. Where our words aren’t censored. Where our dreams have a chance.We have plans in motion.
we talk amongst ourselves.
there’s no self-censorship.
talking the way those manginas do, because a lady might be present – or find out what their opinion is.
Those fake men who placate, put on a false veneer, appease, mollycoddle or come to the rescue of (white knight)We are men. We know the truth of women.
We have altered our lives accordingly.
We have technological and scientific goals to achieve.
Our aim is simply to realise our happiness, whatever that may be.
We will not settle for anything less.
We have some ambitious goals.That’s good isn’t it?
Women love ambitious guy’s!Artificial wombs.
Sex robots.
purging ourselves of biological females entirely.
getting off the planet in an Alcumbriere faster than light warp bubble drive.
going to the countless other solar systems with habitable earth-like planets.
working out the mysteries of the universe.
living unpoliced.
ungoverned.
without, tax.
without money.
without lies.
without bulls~~~.and having a right good f~~~ing laugh.
free. in charge. at peace.
happy.
untouchable.
invincible.to planet MGTOW.
A place where your dreams can flourish.
where the insanity of women is 100 light years behind you, left to rot.
like the zombie it is.Oh putrid zombie, your wishes are what you make of them now.
We will look back on what’s left of you from time to time,
when we want to chuckle or have a good cry.
you will be left with exactly what you’ve always asked for,
so that you may choke on it, and die.
so that you may, all of you be responsible for yourselves.
have a taste of your own foul medicine,
become a blight onto yourselves so that we might forget you ever existed.Everything will be in perfect balance again.
Men will get everything they have ever wanted.
to evolve and become what they once worshipped.
and women……does anyone give a s~~~?
Don’t like.
don’t subscribe.
absorb the truth,
discard the lies.see them turn
watch and learn
see the world burn, and burn and burn…The coup de grace was being taken to a Bo Burnham performance and having to sit quietly while the ambiguously gay comedian performed a song about how hard it is to be a straight white man. It was not flattering to men. At all.
Apparently the only thing you can make fun of anymore is straight white men.
Leading up to that, I sat across a dinner table from the shambling remains of a male friend who bought his prostitute girlfriend a fifth wheel “mobile home” which she then took took to another town and had another guy move into with her. And he still thinks he can get her back. I told him he probably won’t even get the trailer back and to just resign himself to paying it off and never seeing her or it again.
Another friend of mine made a plan to spend $800 and drive six hours to Reno to see a girl whom he met while she was here previously and was hoping to get involved with… after she told him she has severe medical problems, is on pills for anxiety and depression, was a former heroin addict, had been a cam whore and was raped and abused over a period of two years as a child.
They made plans to get together but in the course of her laying down the ground rules for their meeting and potential first sexual encounter, he said something that triggered her and she turned on him. He was, he told me, willing to accept all of her baggage and all those issues about her but she could not even accept his apology.
And finally, one for me. I attended a birthday party at the home of a friend who is a homosexual. The attendees were roughly 60% female and 40% male and I suspect I was the only heterosexual male in the group. One of the female party goers with whom I spoke indicated that she had a date lined up with “a hot fireman” later on that evening and was going to have one more drink to get ready for him. After a few moments she downed the drink and rushed out in a haze of hormones and booze.
Several days later I ran across her and reminded her who I was. “I’d ask you how it went with the fireman, but considering the circumstances, I’d rather just invite you out for a drink myself.” Her response was “I assumed you were gay… I’m trying to be careful these days and I need to get to know you better.” “That’s what dates are for.” I said. She wiggled out with something about being busy and maybe next week or whatever… doesn’t matter, not going to happen, of course, but the point is if you ever truly want to see a woman in her most natural light, put on a brocade jacket and hang out with a gay man. You will, and you can quote me on this, be so disgusted by the blantant duplicity, self-delusion and outright lies of women (which they display freely and enthusiastically in front of gays) that you will stop talking to them completely.
Oh, and one more thing just for fun. Go to Hulu and watch the “240 Sweet” episode of “The Profit”. Be sure to put yourself on lockdown before you do or you may find yourself in a blind, bloody rage committing illegal acts against the person of the first female that crosses your path.
Topic: No F~~~s Given paper
I finally put a little something together:
To understand why you are being shamed/insulted is to understand your detractors. First, will be females. All you need to know about them is that their entire existence is based on emotions and feelings. You must understand that they are completely blind to their own hypocrisy and double standards. Also, the majority of women have no code, honor or morals and you absolutely need to know that they never mean what they say or say what they mean. They are naturally born liars and manipulators. Their âwordâ isnât worth the oxygen used to speak it. So, before we get started, read this:
Mind you, women in general follow this list, not just feminists. There are other things that need to be on this list as well:
A woman who chooses not to have sex: Strong and independent. Sheâs tired of men being pigs and after only one thing. Sheâs focusing on her career, hobbies and enjoying her friends. Itâs perfectly acceptable for her to masturbate with sex dolls, Sawzall and piston powered dildos, vibrators that run on dilithium crystals and vibrators that look like A-10 depleted uranium rounds. She can also read/watch erotica (female porn). This is acceptable and normal.
A man who chooses not to have sex: A basement dwelling nerd who couldnât get laid in a whorehouse with a fistful of $100 dollar bills. He focuses on his career, hobbies and friends because this loser canât get laid, not because he chooses to. Itâs completely abnormal the he uses Realdolls, Fleshlights and Internet porn to masturbate. These (porn especially) are degrading to women and must be banned at all costs. This is deviant behavior and not acceptable.A woman who uses friends/contacts to get a job is: Networking
A man who uses friends/contacts to get a job is: A loser who canât find a job on his own.Diversity: Archaic â from dictionary.com
1. The state or fact of being diverse; difference; unlikeness:
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2. Variety3. The inclusion of individuals representing more than one national origin, color, religion, socioeconomic stratum, sexual orientation, etc.:
Modern – A one way street where feminist, liberal, PC, SJW views must be inserted (pun intended) in every single aspect of what was once male only entertainment even if they have just latched on to it recently. This does not ever, ever, work in reverseâŚ..ever.
Creep(er): Archaic – from dictionary.com
1. To move slowly with the body close to the ground, as a reptile or an insect, or a person on hands and knees.
2. To approach slowly, imperceptibly, or stealthily
3. To move or advance slowly or gradually.
4. To sneak up behind someone or without someone’s knowledge.
5. To enter or become evident inconspicuously, gradually, or insidiously.
6. To move or behave timidly or servilely.
7. To grow along the ground, a wall, etc.
Modern â A man that a woman deems unattractive who dare approach her highness to speak with her eminence.
Man: Hi, youâre the most attractive woman here. May I buy you a drink?
Woman: OMG! Get away creeper!Work (for men): A place where you have to show up on time, get tasks done on schedule, do jobs that arenât yours to cover for lazy people, stay late and squeeze in your lunch if you have time to make the company money. You realize that no matter how good you are at your job, youâre expandable and can be replaced at any time and therefore have to hustle every day to earn your keep.
Work (for women): A place where you can show up late, have the nerve to bitch about something after you show up late, gossip, go out to lunch, smoke cigarettes, have parties, do your job half assed, file sexual harassment suits, create drama, have affairs and try to sell whatever your brat kids should be selling (cookies, candy, etc,) when the lazy, little f~~~s should be going door to door like we did. All the while, ridiculing those who actually work and donât engage in any of your drama or bulls~~~ and using your protected status as a female to do so.
____________________________________________________________What women say and what they actually mean:
Be yourself! â As long as âyourselfâ means you have a somewhat âtrendyâ haircut, clothes and shoes, drive a certain car, have a certain job, live in a certain place, are a certain height and tell me what I want to hear. Editorâs note: Being âyourselfâ will get you a one way ticket to the town of Blue B~~~~. Population: You.
Youâre selfish! â Why are you spending your hard earned money on yourself and not p~~~ing it away down the sinkhole of dating/marriage?
Youâre ignorant. â Womenâs favorite all-encompassing word. Covering what they consider stupid, rude, not courteous, bad behavior, failure to comply with the gynocracy and anything they think a man should not be doing or saying. It, however, does not cover the true definition of ignorance, which Iâm sure they donât know.
Grow up. â 1. Surrender your free will and get married. 2. Stop having fun.
âReal manâ â What she (influenced by society, the herd, Hollywood, her menstrual cycle and what direction the wind is blowing) deems to be a man depending on what stage of her life sheâs in. Women change who they are every 7 years of their adult life. So what a âreal manâ is at 21 isnât going to be what a âreal manâ is at 35 when sheâs divorced after having an affair.Weâll see – no
No â Hell no
Hell no â F~~~ no
F~~~ no- Not in a million years
Yes â maybe
Maybe â No
Fine! â You will f~~~ing pay for this later.Online dating profile code breaker:
Has a career: rich
Secure in his career: rich
Have his finances in order: rich
Responsible financially: rich
Owns his own home: rich
Is ambitious: rich
Good with money: rich
Knows how to handle money: rich
Knows where heâs going in life: rich
Has a white collar job: rich
Vegas baby!: Hello, Iâm 40 going on 19 and I still entertain the idea of going to a place where itâs 105 degrees and flaunting my sun/tanning bed damaged skin by the pool in hopes that some drunk guy will hit on me.
Wine: Iâm a pretentious bitch.
I like all kinds of music: I like whatever âtrendyâ s~~~ is on the radio.
âIf you canât handle me at my worst, you donât deserve me at my bestâ. (âFamousâ quote from Marilyn Monroe, well known for showing her goods for money, an adulteress and drug addict who had multiple abortions and died of a drug overdose and idolized by women): I will be a complete c~~~ 99% of the time.
I love to travel: I still entertain the idea of traveling in the 21st century where going through an airport is a complete pain in the ass. Did I mention youâll be paying for everything while we sit on beach all week and not see any of the sites? Did I mention that somehow the sex will get magically better after you shell out thousands of dollars and we travel below the equator? (Figuratively, not literally), thatâs if I didnât plan this trip to coincide with my period? Editorâs note: True story. My buddy took his girlfriend to Jamaica. The second day they were there, he told me âShe started bleeding like a stuck pig.â Coincidence, I think not.
My kids are life, come first, etc: Make no mistake; you will be at the bottom of the totem pole. Here is a list to gauge your importance:
1.Herself
2.Smartphone
3.Kids
4.âCareerâ
5.Starbucks
6.Dog and/or cat
7.Her harpy friends
8.You (maybe)Curvy: fat
A few extra pounds: fat
Rubenesque: fat
I just started going to the gym âagainâ: Fat and trying to trick you into thinking sheâll magically lose the equivalent of a 60 lb. dumbbell spread all over her ass, stomach and thighs before your first date.
I run 3kâs, do Zumba, take belly dancing lessons, etc; My body in no way, shape or form will reflect this.
BBW: Obese or possibly a gravitational field.
Body type left blank: Stand the f~~~ by.Iâm done with the bar scene: Itâs done with me. Iâve hit The Wall and the offers of free s~~~ and sex are drying up I need to find a walking ATM as soon as possible.
Friends first: no sex
Wants to date but nothing serious: You can pay for her dinner, drinks and movies for the âpleasureâ of her company and no sex.
I want to find my soul mate: Iâm looking for a unicorn.
Has a good sense of humor: Must think what I think is funny.
Go Hawks! (This is in my area): Iâve been a âfanâ since 2010 and canât explain icing or offsides.Quotes to remember:
âIf they didnât have pussies, thereâd be bounties out on them.â
-An old bricklayer I worked with-âOnce youâve had their pussy, they think you owe them your life.â
-My uncle-âShow me a good looking woman and Iâll show you a guy whoâs tired of f~~~ing her.â
-My friend-âPussy is the worst drug to get addicted to.â
-My dad-âTHAT F~~~ING C~~~ STOLE THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS OUT OF MY WALLET!â
-Heavy equipment driver I knew who couldnât pay for his lunch in Burger King because his wife took the money out his wallet not leaving him enough even for a mealâŚ.while he was working-âNever tell a woman how much money you really make.â
-My grandfather-âI have to work a lot harder for that $20 than you do.â
-My buddy to a stripper that wouldnât stop pestering him for a lap dance-Fuck this planet.
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