Cut Three Females From My Life This Week

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

The first one was a chick about my age I’d been having sex with… she had come over and we went straight to bed and afterwords she pops up and gets dressed and starts to text with. somebody she had made plans to have dinner with earlier. I already knew about it and didn’t care… let them buy her a meal… so while she’s texting, I start folding my laundry. Turns out the someone can’t meet her so she puts the phone down and starts taking off her clothes again…

F “Let’s go back to bed.”
M “No, I’m folding my laundry now.”
F “But I want to have an orgasm.”
M “You told me you couldn’t have orgasms with a guy.”
F “Well, there is something you can do that will make me come, guaranteed.”
M “Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”
F “Because I’m a woman.”
M “Well you can go back to bed and do it to yourself if you want, I’m busy now.”

Then she buttons her shirt back up, grabs her bag and heads for the door and let’s herself out. I didn’t stop her and it took a few minutes after she’d gone for me to realize that I’d just told her to go f~~~ herself. Won’t be seeing her again,

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

The second was another, much younger girl, really cute and about half my age, that I’d also been having sex with. Things had gone well at the start but it was obvious she was developing feelings for me because she was becoming more passive aggressive and getting p~~~y when I didn’t call or see her as often as she wanted. We had made a plan to meet up on Thursday to go to a record shop then order a pizza and watch Rick and Morty but when I texted her in the mid-afternoon, she was already at the record store and said she was going to go for coffee. So I agreed to met her at the coffee place.

When I got there about ten minutes later I didn’t see her car and she wasn’t sitting inside waiting for me so I figured I’d arrived first, picked a table and sat down to wait. After about ten minutes I texted her:

M “Did you get stuck in traffic?”
F “No, I’m here.”
M “Well I’m here and I don’t see you.”
F “I’m sitting inside.”
M “I’m sitting in the middle of the room at a table by myself and I don’t see you.”
F “I’m in the back room.”

So I get up and go find her in this tiny little back room near the toilets and she’s sitting there with a half-finished coffee. I found this offensive… in my world, if you’re going to meet someone, you wait for them out in the open so they can see you easily and you can order together, not sneak off to a back room with your own drink and make them come search the place to find you.

M “For real? This is how you’re going to meet me?”
F. “It’s comfortable back here.”
M “it’s passive aggressive bulls~~~ and I’m not going to take it. I’m out.” <and I turn and walk away, she follows>
F. “Well you’ve been acting shady all week blah blah…”
M “Too late. You should have said something sooner, now I don’t want to hear it.”

As I walk to my car, she shouts something about talking to her like an adult and I put my hand up as I get into the car and drive away. Whatever point she was trying to make, that was the wrong way to make it… definitely not going to be seeing her again,

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

The final one (so far) is a younger but reasonably mature woman that I’ve known for a few years and have had on-again, off-again relations with, things got messy at one point and we hadn’t spoken for a while but she had been in the hospital recently and we exchanged a few texts and she asked if I’d like to join her for lunch and a hike as she wanted to go up to the mountains and see some nature. Yeah, sure… maybe she’s grown up a bit more and was ready to treat me a bit more decently.

Lunch and the hike were fine. Among other things, she talked about how being sick made her realize that most of her friends from her younger days don’t have anything to offer her when she has real needs and how she needs people who can be there to support her (people who have cars and money, can cook, have their own place, etc). That’s typical woman stuff but at least she knows it now and is maybe starting to own it and show some respect and appreciation. As we were parting ways, she asked what I was up to that evening, I told her I was going to a nice restaurant at the Cosmopolitan where a friend works and she was welcome to join me if she wanted. She accepted and we set the time to meet at the bar near the valet at 7:00.

I get there at three past seven and she’s sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, flirting with the bartender. Already I can tell this is going to go badly. I sit down, get myself a drink and we have two rounds, during most of which she’s talking to him. He makes her some special frilly c~~~tail and then as we start to leave, gives us his card and asks my name so he can then ask hers, Slick, I’ll give him that. Now here’s the thing… when the tab comes, she doesn’t even reach for her bag.

My feeling is if I’m paying, you’re with me… but clearly she’s not so there’s going to be trouble. We start to walk toward the restaurant and the floor is slippery so she takes my arm… For about five steps at which point we see a couple coming toward us arm in arm and she drops mine like it had just turned into a snake. Fine, she’s always been good at keeping her options open and I’m past the point where I give a damn anyway so I walk us over to a clothing store in the casino where another friend of mine works. He invites us into their private lounge and pours me a drink while she sits there and tries to make the conversation about herself. This guy is gay, though, so he doesn’t pay her any attention at all. That was fun to see.

Now we go to the restaurant and I order what I want to eat and she can pick off my plates if she wants… otherwise nothing for her. I learned a while back never to order a woman her own food at a nice restaurant. At some point the conversation turns personal and, though I’m not sure how we came to it, she says “I would cuddle you when I want to but I would never kiss you.” Riiiight. Here’s one for all the times you passed out half-naked in my bed, sister.

Now I’m done eating and the bill comes and of course I get it. It’s not like I’m expecting her to pay for anything… she gets up and we’re walking out and I stop to say a few words to the GM and when I turn around she’s gone. I figure she went to the bathroom so I go to the bathroom and when I come back to the restaurant, she’s still gone, I wait a few minutes and then text and ask her where she’d gone, “Vesper” she texts back… the bar from earlier in the night.

I walk down there and she starts complaining because “her guy” has left for the night and the drink the other guy made her sucks and there’s a dude sitting next to her hitting on her (all this in less than 10 minutes).

M “Explain to me how I should not be mad about this,”
F “it got awkward… I texted you to tell you where I was going.”
M “Show me.”
F <fumbles with phone> “Oh, I guess I didn’t. I thought I did…”
M “This is just like you… s~~~ gets real and you bail. You came back here looking for the bartender from earlier. You came to meet me and you drink my drinks and eat my food but you act like I’m not even here. You want to bail? F~~~ing bail.”
F “It’s not like that…”
M “it’s exactly like that and it always has been, well I’m not doing it any more. Good luck keeping any decent people in your life,”

She goes to her car and I go back to the restaurant to apologize to my friends for bringing the drama (they all know who she is and the history of our relationship). It was my mistake to open that door again, thinking maybe she’d changed but she hadn’t,

Well there you go. There may be a couple more left in the barrel for another time but that’s all the c~~~ punting stories I have for this week, thanks for reading,

[OldBillParticipant]

Great examples all, Doc. Keep up the good work.

Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.

[Anonymous 18]

Good job doc. Shards of broken entitlements. The last woman sounds like a mess.

And props for doing younger girls and giving them the boot they deserved.

[Tiga KParticipant 1693]

Thanks for sharing. I’ve never bothered with women, so its interesting to read stories from those with the capacity to tolerate them.

[MGTOWmonkey aka No More Fucks To GiveParticipant 6635]

I have thought about this….the one word to describe women…

BRATTY

Because since 16(when titts and ass are born) they decided they dont need maturation or brains anymore so they stayed benjamin button mentally but a freight train to the great wall physically,and become feminist along the way. When you say they act like adolescents is because mentally they are.

Never lose sight of what brought you here.

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

Honestly guys, thanks for reading the f~~~ing novel I dropped in here. I’m embarrassed to be telling these stories because, at least in the case of number 3, I actually let this female get under my skin, I went full “I’m Batman” on her and it’s taken a while for me to get her out of my life.

Unlike many of you, I still enjoy the occasional company of a female but as a result of this week’s culling, I’m implementing a new rule to govern those interactions: “Every meeting is a first meeting.” Basically that means that the first time I’m not seeing the level of attention, respect and physical interest that make me want to take a female to bed when we originally met, she is kicked to the kerb. I will no longer tolerate a single moment of bulls~~~ for any reason from any female. Nothing they have to offer is worth that. This includes:

Keeping me waiting
Trying to get me to chase her
Flirting with other people
Obviously negative body language
Being indecisive
Being unresponsive to calls and messages
Being uncommunicative
Expecting me to pay without acknowledgement
Being ungrateful
Talking about other men
Talking about me to other people
Being disrespectful
Embarrassing me in public
Demanding anything she hasn’t earned

I could go on but you get the picture,. I will still be willing to meet females but with these rules in place, the chance that I’ll be spending enough time with one to have another “c~~~ punt” story are increasingly small. If that’s the way it’s going to be, so be it.

[Mr. SpockParticipant 10910]

Good Stories Doc. You have nothing to be embarrassed about here. Your stories may help keep another man from putting up with the same things.

Feminism isn't about equality with men, it's about leverage over men.

[OldBillParticipant]

Stargazer wrote:

Nothing they have to offer is worth that. This includes: (snip)

Exellent list, Doc, and one it would be helpful for us all to adopt.

Remember, gentlemen, Illegitimi non carborundum

Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

I don’t know if my bulls~~~ filters are full or I’m subconsciously trying to clear space in my life for the new Fallout game but either way, here we go with female #4.

This last chick is about 30… kinda ghetto as she’s been poor for a long time, but financially and emotionally stable for the most part. I’ve been seeing her off and on for a just over a year… giving her some line when she gets weird and then reeling her back in when she gets solid again.

This time I just cut the line and let her run.

We had a plan to meet this past Monday which she bailed on last minute because she’d spent the entire weekend being drunk and was too hung over to meet me. Fine. She had thrown a big party for a friend so I let her get away with that one and we rescheduled something for this evening. Today she texts me complaining about how hung over she is from going out drinking last night…

M “Why do you do this to yourself?”
F “Honestly I don’t know.”
M “Well I don’t want to get too serious in text but if you want to talk about it, we can spend some time doing that later.”
F “No, I’ll be fine. Just had a rough week.”
M “Okay, well if you decide you do want to talk about it, let me know. Otherwise I won’t bother you about it.”

Then she flakes on our plan for tonight.

F “So… It’s been a long day already, after work I just wanna go home.”
M “So you’re not coming over tonight?”
F “I don’t think so…. I just want my bed. I’m done already and I still have 5 hours left at work.”
M “I see. Let me speak plainly… you cancel our plans Monday because you’re hung over then you bail on our plans tonight because you’re hung over again… all you’ve talked about this week is how much you’ve been drinking. I let you slide Monday and then I offered just now to talk it out and you refused. I’m not just going to let you do this to yourself and to me and pretend it’s okay… that’s not the kind of person I can be depending on to have in my life. You need to get your s~~~ together. Come talk to me when you do.”

As you may imagine, she blew up at me. accused me of “talking s~~~” and abandoning her, which I suppose is how it looks when you treat someone like crap and they call you out for it. So I told her she could go ahead and drink and party all she wants and I won’t give her s~~~ about it from now on because I won’t be around any more.

[Tiga KParticipant 1693]

@ Doc F

Yes. Allow yourself more time to roam the commonwealth and the Bethesda gods will bless you with great joy.

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