1) Going to Coffee Shops – a cute barista would earn a nice tip by doing a little bit of flirting and I’d go back over and over for the chance to see and chat her up, or to possibly interact with a female customer. I was drinking s~~~ coffee (when I have my own manual espresso machine at home) and paying $5 or $6 a pop for the privilege of being able to flirt with someone. Now I make my own at home for pennies a cup.

2) Going to Clubs and Popular Bars – same as above, only in this case it’s “hot” bartenders and $14 c~~~tails… all for a chance to look at some fake t~~~ and flirt with vapid, made up females. I’ve got a fully stocked bar at home and can make my favorite drinks better and cheaper… plus my music is better and my chair is more comfortable.

3) Using Social Media – I maintained a Facebook page where I posted pictures of the cool places I went, the great food and drinks I was consuming and the interesting stuff I’d bought… and it was all to impress the females on my friend list. I’d meet a female, friend her and then wait for her to start liking my posts, at which point I’d offer to take her along as a way to get into her pants. Now I just do all those things for my own enjoyment and am no longer wasting the time and effort (and annoying my friends) by taking photos and checking in. I’m still going to Iceland next year, I just don’t care who knows or likes it any more… and I’m surely not paying to take a female along to ruin it for me.

4) Trying to Help – I used to believe in what you’d have to call the “National Parks” theory of dating… that you should leave a female better off than how you found her. I know. This could be anything from listening to a female’s problems to helping her find a job to giving her something of value I no longer needed (old computer or phone, for example). It also included taking them to nice places, teaching them how to appreciate good things and a whole lot of trying to restore their faith that had been destroyed by bad fathers and boyfriends in the past. I did a LOT of this.

It’s amazing how much time, energy and money you have when you stop dumping so much of it down a dark hole.

Please share your “So I used to be a blue-piller” stories… I’m curious to know what other MGTOW are realizing they used to do that wasn’t for their own edification and enjoyment.

5) Come to the Rescue – a female I used to like blew a tire on the freeway and called me for help. I hopped in the jeep and drove halfway across town to render assistance, only to find that she’d called two other guys as well and one of them had already showed up. Believe it or not, I then competed with the guy to be the one to assist. When she chose me, I felt proud to be the guy she turned to for help. In the end, she’d bought a cheap retread and then took it to a crap tire shop where they broke off one of her bolts and I ended up spending the whole evening driving her around and waiting on her because of her crappy decisions. And I was happy to do it. Wow.

6) Be the Emotional Tampon – I can’t even tell you the number of times I sat with some female as she bitched and cried about how hard her job was, how depressed she was or how her boyfriend or husband was mistreating her. At one point, I even took some dude’s girlfriend to the OB/GYN to get her bits checked then went back and held her hand wile they burned a pre-cancerous chunk of her cervix off. Trust me, you aren’t getting laid after that.

7) Ruined my Own Vacations – I took a girl to Disney World, another one to Maui, another one to Las Vegas and another one to DC because I wanted or needed to go to these places for fun or business… and then sat there “helplessly” while they p~~~ed and whined about it being too hot or too cold or too far or too crowded. Just recently a woman asked me to take her to Japan. Why the f~~~ would I want to ruin another destination by dragging someone along who isn’t going to enjoy it anyway? Besides, bringing a white girl to Japan is like bringing snow to the Arctic… snow someone has peed on.

Eherm…. Slushayte vy , moy brat.

In the mean time:

1.) The Translator – I am quite good at languages. By age 6 i spoke fluent German just by watching cartoons, by age 12 i spoke fluent English just by playing video games. As such, languages and linguistics was something i always was quite known for being good at. I knew it, my parents and teachers knew it…and the girls in my class knew it too. All too well to be honest. I would spend a lot of my time in grade school helping them with homework, doing translations, even write entire essays in their name because i was told it is the “gentleman” thing to do. At around the same time i had my awakening and stopped helping them with it, their grades dropped significantly. Coincidence, i’m sure.

2.) Mother Father Gentleman – Opening doors. Holding and guarding their handbags. Holding their hand to help them up on elevated surfaces. Holding their shoulder to help them balance in a bus while they stuffed themselves with chips. That and even more on retrospect cringewrothy stuff is what i did on a daily or weekly basis. Uuuugh, i still shiver when i think back to that.

3.) Golden Uterus – I used to buy into the belief that men can be too “greedy” when it comes to sex…oh my how wrong i was.

Just left the office that day and stopped by the popular Kinko’s photocopy shop to print off some music business shiet and met a tall gorgeous ‘wanna put a baby in it” red-bone, slender booty female stuffing some items in a box.  There a hidden pun here Guys…

I’ll call her “Suzette”.   Bath-Water Fine.  So F~~~in’ Beautiful, you wanna make Lemonade with her Bath Water…No Sugar required.

Started giving each other the Goo-Goo eyes. We were smitten…Got to talking, chatting and Shiet. I asked her what she did for a living.  She chuckled and smile.

“Well…I’ll keep it real ’cause you seem real cool and open-minded.  I’m a retired independent escort…just moved here a month ago and bought a house in the [really high-end subdivision where Stars live] neighborhood and am trying to settle down into a new life.”

Oh snap! Beverly Hills Hoe!

Told her what I did for a living and she saw “My SoulMate” in my hot chocolate Starbucks lookin’ pupils.

We went to a coffee shop.  Had a nice time.  We went on a several more dates where she got real comfortable and opened up a Pandora’s Box of Whoredom.  She told me she probably slept with over 5,000 guys over the course of her “Career”.   Guess she had lots of practice stuffing items in her Box.  🙂

I was actually thinking “What’s the big deal?”  I was digging her.  She said that her life has changed and wanted to settle down with an open minded successful guy who wouldn’t judge her.  Said she had hundreds of thousands saved up and several homes.

Of Course…She played the Classic ” Lets wait awhile before we have Sex..I Like You.  A Whole Lot. ”  A slutty woman’s way to Revirginize.

Of course my Dumb Ass waited.  I was fallin’ in love with Pussy I haven’t Frucked yet.

Finally invited me over about three weeks later.  After a nice dinner she prepared for us of Ribeye and lemon shrimp….I smashed the Ussy with the ‘Magnum’ strapped on for maximum protection.  Thought I was smashing Jenna Jamison that night.

But…like a flash…almost like the “Big Bang” Angels Up Above were looking down on me…Every single “You Can’t Change Deez Hoes” Rap Song crossed my mind.

AND….Not kidding here….I actually had a Dream where my deceased Step Father who used to have his way with women WHILE cheating on my Moms came to me and said “Cut her Off”…visually moving his hand across his neck multiple times.

I finally ditched out on “Suzette” after a rather intense LAST Smashing session where she told me she Love Me.  And Cried.

When she did not here back from me after a few days, she left a few messages…really disappointed…”I thought you were Different”.

Guess I wasn’t. Ha-Ha Hoe.  Ha-Ha.

Looking back, I realized that I could have been that Guy in the Movie “Best in Show” hanging out with his used to be a Hoe Wife and bumping into her assortment of ex-lovers.  Being Embarrassed.

Saved by some Muthaf~~~in Hip-Hop songs and a Dream of my Deceased Ex-Pimpin’ Women Step Father. Go figure.

All I can say is I’ve had a Helleva Life.   And Got away Scotch-Free.  Lucky Muthaf~~~a.

1.  No more retarded phone calls that waste your time…..at work (or the second I get home), you guys have dated them. The girls that say they are bi-polar and have manic attacks, used to deal with one girl that would call me at work for the most retarded s~~~. She thought guys where following her, ect. Typical drama queen. If she had to go that was fine, if I wanted to go I was a jerk that didn’t want to listen. I hate the phone, I always have. Come over if you want to talk about s~~~.
2. No more paying (were all dutch in this country now baby).
3. No more having to say sorry to protect your fragile world. Old xcd comic, guy knocks over vase. Girl says “how could you?”. Guy says sorry. Next pane, girl knocks over vase, guy says “how could you?”. Girl starts crying. Guy says “sorry”. Pretty much describes it, no more of that s~~~.
4. No more feigned knowledge of wine. I hate wine. Its not my fault your an alcoholic. Women can shove that wine bottle they love so much right up there pretentious ass.
5. And since where on the subject of substance abuse, I don’t give a rats ass if she can’t stand the smell of a joint because she hates weed. Deal with it, I have to deal with your wine indulgences. …..I’ll blow a giant smoke ring right in her face now.