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Anonymous5Waiting hand and foot to please ex girlfriends. I did everything for them. Took them out all the time, bought them stuff, compliments and tons of nice gestures. Most of the time I didn’t even get a simple thank you. Other times they would just treat me like s~~~ after doing something nice for them. Never again.
The worst part is they NEVER did anything for me. They took advantage of me and used me as a slave while verbally putting me down. The constant nagging drove me crazy. Eventually the relationships ended because I could not take it anymore. I was getting nothing out of it. Half the time they would withhold pussy from me which made me question why I bothered doing all these nice things and treating her right when she can’t even put out for 10 minutes. Most of them sucked in bed and just laid there so it’s not like they actually had to do any work.
In my teen years I used to do all that nice guy crap till I learned womin REALLY do want assholes-no matter how much the lil fetards deny it.
One point no one brought up is peeler bars/escorts ,Iv’e had buddies who will spend hundreds at strip clubs in the hope of picking up.
I tell them,dude you know they are with some biker or just flat out lesbo? Then I mention for the $500 you dropped in there you could have got a PRIMO escort for an hour or two and actually got laid instead of going home with a signed poster & jerking off in frustration-yay!
Then you get the type that wants to “change” a hookers ways because he has fallen for her-of course the lil c~~~ just plays him for the fool he is till his money is gone.
For me it’s far more rewarding today to pick up some random c~~~ crazed slut from a club and have a good night of it,then go our own ways in the AM.
Anonymous111) Believing whatever they said at face value.
2) Devoting myself strictly to the one woman who was stringing me along instead of leveraging her to attract even more women to choose from.
3) Not actually walking away permanently at the first sign of dysfunction.
4) Misinterpreting that whenever the one I was devoted to lost it whenever I would explore the #2 and #3 departments as her having true feelings for me.
5) Being a deluded fool.
My red pill/MGTOW adoption has shown all of my prior faults to me in a crystal clear manner. Now, I can do something about it. Any future relationships with women will be under these terms, period. I do not play s~~~ games anymore. I recently shut down one flake at a bar I frequent. She was hot and was using it to make every guy there jump through the hoops except for me and one other wise fellow. I could tell it got under her skin really badly as I just ignored her since I could read her game.
1. Openning doors for women.
A while ago I posted about how I didn’t open a door for some chick at the post office. There is somewhat of a backstory to it.
In college me and my friend were walking into the building and this chick was behind us. Being college age young manginas, my friend opened the door for her and stood to the side holding it open. I also moved over so she could go thru the door my buddy was holding.
A normal person would have just said thanks. Well this was some stupid young bitch going thru her feminist phase of college, so as she is passing by my friend, she grabs the back of his head and bonks his forehead into the heavy metal door he was holding for her. She then proceeded to berate us about how she doesnt need help from a man, etc.
I made the decision then and there to never open a door for a woman ever again. If some bitch ever complains to me about it I will tell her this story.
The sad thing too is i still have the reflex to do it, but I’m able to catch myself before I turn myself into a bellhop for no reason.
Then:
I would court a girl. I would wine and dine her. We would talk for hours on the phone getting to know each other. I always believed it was the romantic little things that mattered most. In addition, I would work on her car. Repair her house. Pretend to give a damn about her kids. Act like I really believed that all her failed relationships were not her fault. Go out of my way to meet “her people”. Waste a ton of money on the weekends on her kids, when all I really wanted to do was stay at home and relax.
Now:
I get finished with them by 11:30pm so they can drive themselves home.@johnny Wayne. You have just been immortalized on the MGTOW Wall of Fame
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.Cool. Thanks!
Despite growing up in a family with a f~~~ed-up marriage where my abusive mother dominated the household, I still had blue-pill roots and began chasing after the attention of women when I first became attractive to them at age 14. They were rarely attracted to me, but besides that, I was popular in my first year of high school and sat with the popular guys and girls for lunch.
There was this one girl I had a huge crush on. We sat next to each other in three classes. She had long, dark hair and a wonderful smile, but we remained just acquaintances. I used to pass by her locker every morning just to say hi to her. And then six weeks after I started exchanging greetings with her, she sics the vice-principal on me. The VP was nice the whole time, but my bond of trust with women in general was shattered forever when he told me, “Yeah, she came to me because she apparently thinks you’re STALKING her.”
I didn’t get in trouble or anything. Especially when he saw the shocked look on my face and when I defended myself by saying I was just saying HI to her and wasn’t following her in the hallways or anything like a lovesick mangina would. I became very bitter after that meeting with the VP. The trips past her locker stopped. I would either choose to go the long way around the school to go to my classes so I could be nowhere near her locker, or I’d blend into the crowds of students and avoid looking at her in the hallway. 3 or 4 days passed and then this same girl comes to me at lunch when I sat alone and she asks, “Are you mad at me? Because we haven’t talked in days.”
“You should have thought about that before you ratted on me to the vice principal with some stupid story about how I was stalking you!” I retorted.
She turned red and admitted that she “might have overreacted and made a mistake” by not coming to me with her suspicions. I no longer cared about any of her excuses. To me, it was an instant stab-in-the-back betrayal, and it was the first time my current philosophy that I live by was coming into effect, which is, “Don’t ever give someone a second chance to destroy your trust.” I told her that she was nothing but a psycho, lying-ass bitch, and I remember yelling at her, “Why in the HELL would you think I was stalking you? You’re not even that good-looking enough to ever have a stalker anyway.” Now this girl was a knockout in terms of looks, but I figure I knocked her ass down a peg or two from her high horse. She left from the table in complete tears to go cry in the restroom. Some of her friends came to me the next day pleading for me to give her a second chance because “she really does like you. She just made a mistake.” I was unmoved by their excuses and said simply, “I don’t know who my real friends are if they’re going to rat on me at the first chance they get.”
This same girl also tried to get me to talk to her a few times afterward. I ignored her until the last time when I said, “Back away from me or I’ll go report YOU for being a stalker.” She got the hint and never talked to me again. The end of the school year came 2 weeks later and my family moved to a new city over the summer, leaving me to begin my senior year at a new school. So, my last months as a junior was my first actual experience(besides the divorce my mom was putting my dad through around that time)that women aren’t exactly what they claim to be, but that they turn out to be attention whores. They’ll report me to the VP for being a “stalker” just for exchanging a “good morning” to them every day by their locker. And when I avoid the bitch like hell, she’ll come begging me for the same attention that she thought was threatening in the first place. My opinion on women changed dramatically. I wish I could say it was my main red-pill moment, but that moment came for me at the age of 20, when I was engaged to a woman who suddenly got cold feet and cheated on me with a “new catch” only 2 weeks before our wedding date. Despite her pleas for me to forgive her and that it would never happen again because she “loved” me, I was completely done with women and all the romance and love bulls~~~. I am almost 30 now and keep thinking about what I’d be doing right now if I remained a blue-pill pushover with a NAWALT attitude and didn’t open my eyes to the truth of what women are capable of.
You might say that this entire post I made could be my introductory testimonial. LOL.
That’s an awesome story and a powerful lesson.
Here’s some other blue pill stuff I used to do:
Be totally straight, upfront, honest and open with women leaving no mystery whatsoever. I thought it would inspire trust and confidence.
Ask women ‘Do you want to be my girlfriend’ like I was proposing marriage.
Constantly try to prove how ‘nice’ I was and how I was ‘good boyfriend material’ and ‘not like other men’ etc.
Try to show I was interested in feminism, womens’ issues etc.
Listen to their problems with men, or indeed any of their problems (especially the kind that she doesn’t actually want to be solved).
Accept their excuses for missing dates. ‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear your mother’s not well….’ ‘Your boss must be a really cruel man to make you work that late all the time…’ etc etc etc
Okay, I just remembered another one, actually. This took place over a year before my other incident involving a girl at school.
I was 16 years old and my parents had just divorced. I was pretty depressed about it and spoke little about it at school because I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I was popular in that high school, so I guess it didn’t take long for people to notice that I had stopped talking/socializing as much and that I was locking myself in the school library with a couple of books to just get some alone time.
Her name was Ashley and she had bright long, blonde hair. We had known each other for only a couple of weeks, and we were in the same cooking and English classes. She was very popular, but she was a bit on the very shy side and didn’t tend to gossip with the other girls like people would assume. One day, I’m buried in a book, trying to keep out of my reality when she came up and tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped back and she apologized for scaring me, sitting in the chair closest to me.
“I heard about your parents divorcing,” she said quietly. “I’m so sorry. It seems like you need a friend to talk to.”
“Perhaps it’d be best if you just go away.” I muttered, being in no mood to talk to anyone about anything.
She said, “No” and gave me a big hug. School had been over for 30 minutes, so she offered to walk me home, which was several blocks away from her. I didn’t say anything but we walked home from school together. The next day in cooking class, we were pairing off into groups for a cooking assignment and Ashley picked me to work with her. We didn’t talk about the problems with my family but by now, I realize that she was helping me to keep my mind off of it. She was very attractive, and I soon got a big crush on her. I liked how I felt around her, and I liked how she would always call out to me at lunch that she saved me a seat with the other popular kids. Within 3 months, as we were walking home together, I asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend. I just blurted it out, and maybe I sounded too damn clingy. She turned red in the face and said she was actually interested in another guy. I felt deflated, and even walked over to my dad’s shabby apartment to tell him about this rejection. At this point in his life after the divorce, I think my dad really appreciated the fact that I was coming over to see him against my mom’s wishes and give him some company. He said he had no advice to give me on the subject, but, “Hey, let’s go out and have some burgers and fries.” I understood why he was helpless on the advice part. He had been mentally and financially destroyed in the divorce after 11 years of a hellish marriage with my abusive mom. His $325-a-month room in the apartment he lived in amounted to 60 percent of his take-home pay after alimony and child support was paid, but he still wants to take his oldest son out to dinner.
Ashley and I remained friends for a while, but we lost touch after I switched schools. As much as I still appreciate her trying to help me out from my grief, I was COMPLETELY blue-pill over her and I think I would’ve sold my soul just to hope that we would be in a relationship. Hell, I even fantasized at one point that we would be married. That’s how low I had sunk. Almost 15 years later, I want to laugh at the idea. Hell, my crush has probably transformed into a hateful, scheming, man-hating bitch, but I thank God I wasn’t there to see such a transformation. It would be like the average guy who is married for 2 days watching his sweet, blushing, newlywed wife turn into a fat, hateful, nagging c~~~.
Wow. This is a great question and makes me think about a lot of things. I’m still on the fence about MGTOW, but goddamn this brings up painful humiliating memories of every time I twisted my own arm and turned into a pathetic jackass for a woman. Here’s a few highlights.
1. At sixteen years old I got in a knife fight for my then girlfriend of 3 years, in order to save her from a boy who was literally raping her in her front yard which I discovered as I was walking to her house. Penetration in progress. Rape actually committed. I fought this guy and I got slashed across my hand while protecting my eyes. I disarmed the boy and stabbed him in the chest to protect/ slash get revenge for this girl. The boy lived, but he was gravely wounded as was I and the girl was traumatized, but I stayed with her and was “there for her.”
That summer, girlfriend invites me to a team on team paintball game. We were both in ROTC and military s~~~ was kind of our thing. When teams were selected she and I were mysteriously separated. The guys on my team refused to believe that I was dating the “hot captain” of their schools ROTC. I thought it was odd that they couldn’t accept that I was really dating her.
Mid game, girlfriend has an asthma attack at the bottom of a small valley in the forest. Girlfriend is so incapacitated by asthma attack, she literally can’t get to her bag to get inhaler. I LITERALLY threw myself down into the valley to get to her fast enough, wounding myself with a sharp stick in the process. I apply her inhaler girlfriend survives, but refuses to let me kiss her in comfort.
30 minutes later, she and some douchebag come over to my camp and ask me to take a walk with them. On a dirt road covered in mud puddles, in front of the most important members of both our schools, she tells me that shes been f~~~ing said douchebag for over a year. My heart is so broken I collapse in tears and nearly drown in mud puddle. Best bro at the time, literally, carries me back to camp.
The worst part… I spent the rest of the summer trying to win her back with poetry and my six pack abs.
Even worse? Years later, when I came home from leave following deployment, I met her again. I courted her, spent f~~~ loads of money to impress her, took her back to my place entertained, her at my pool, made her drinks, gave her the best, most thoughtful loving sex she’s never had. And after I asked her if we could be together again now that we were older and more mature, and she revealed that she was cheating on “that douchebag” with me.
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REALLY considering MGTOW right about now…
Welcome to the fold, brother. It may be small comfort, but it sounds like you could have taken a bullet for that female if you’d stuck with her… fortunately it didn’t get to that and now it’s time for you to start down the long road to forgetting about her and getting on with your life. Don’t worry, it’s a busy road and there’ll be plenty of company along the way.
from all this i learn that vagina is a depreciating asset. but with one (unless you are a mangina), you definitely rake in dividends for a while eh? gunna go to bed will tell more later. this is AMAZING. so cathartic. i was such a f~~~ing wimp.
from all this i learn that vagina is a depreciating asset.
Never pay cash for a depreciating asset!
I was in a seminar once and a corporate financial officer said that. He was speaking of factory equipment, but I apply it to anything that is used for recreational purposes.
Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?
@doc Fenderson– Thanks for the welcome. I have more or less moved on from that one.
Fastfoward from that incident to today. I work in a female dominated field, medicine, and I am dealing with nagging bitches.
Yesterday, one of our nurses looked right at me and said to no particular person, “My back is so tense, right between my shoulder blades.”
The mangina urge to massage her back arose and I thought to myself, “Bryan, don’t do it. I know she’s cute and basically asking you put your hands on her, which you REALLY want to do, but don’t be a goddamn utility. So not white knight this girl.”
I resisted successfully.
this pretty much explains it all…
Life is too long to play by someone elses rules....
lol lemme clarify: women know their vaginas depreciate. the wall is like when patents expire. so they look for ways to extend the value to get more return. in patent law i think the practice is called, evergreening. putting on bs functional groups to extend the life of the patent. women have s~~~ like marriage plastic surgery etc.
@zelenn: Man… That’s absolutely brutal.
I’d rather not say the things that I used to do as I’ll probably be here for several hours. Instead, I’ll recount some of the things my closest buddies have gone through.
First guy was kind of a tough guy physically and mentally, but is completely into the old school “chivalry” thing. His first girlfriend told him to keep waiting and he kept spending time, money and energy to keep the relationship strong for years. When he thought of taking it to the next step, she told him she’s several months pregnant with another guy’s child. His next girlfriend had a problem with her ex who kept finding her and trying to win her back… then beat her when she accepted him. So my friend was the emotional sponge that his girlfriend cried onto and sure enough, after years of this dedication, his girlfriend left him for the woman-beater.
Next guy was extremely smart (effortless straight As) in terms of academics and in general, but not necessarily with the ways of women. He studies at a prestigious college and did TWO major projects, one for himself and another for his girlfriend who had persuaded him to do so. Doing just one such project within a year is considered to be very challenging even for a smart guy. Doing two is nothing short of superhuman. Yet sure enough, after completion, the girlfriend no longer hid that she’s cheating on him with several guys.
The good news is that both these guys eventually recovered as they’re very resilient. Not so good news is that I’m still struggling with the aftereffects of my blue-pill foolishness. I seem to have gotten rid of one crazy female stalker who apparently thinks I’m rich and “nice” because I listened to her rants and crocodile tears a few times.
Edit: Forgot to add that none of my buddies received an ounce of intimacy (kissing, sex or otherwise) from those “relationships”. Me on the other hand, got rid of the woman because she wants to get intimate too quickly which rings a lot of warning bells in my head.
I once stuck around and continued to be involved with a girl when she went out of state with her ex for 4 days for a concert. I was her emotional tampon while she was there (as well as countless other instances) when her ex was being s~~~ty and she felt bad. After the fact she told me that one of the reasons she went was because if there was ever a chance for them to get back together that was it. And she showed me pictures from the trip and happened to notice that the hotel room only had one bed.
I used to always answer the phone/reply to texts as soon as possible to be “nice.”
Always gave massages without being asked.
Used to buy flowers for no reason, just to be “nice.”
So many more things it’s sickening to me now. All that time, effort and emotional stress just in hopes that she’d reciprocate. Needless to say it rarely happened and it was by far from consistent or on the same level. I had such bad white knight syndrome, lol. Thankfully it’s being purged from me day by day.
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