Episode II: A New Beginning

[NeroParticipant 1466]

First off, I want to say how incredible it was to come to this site and see other men I have never met come to the same conclusions I have about relationships with women and other facets of American culture. I’m not saying I’ve read some of your posts and then merely agreed with your point of views. I’m saying that you guys are literally writing my own thoughts…the exact s~~~ I have either said or think. It is almost unbelievable.

About me…I am 41. I have way too many stories to place in one post, so I don’t want you guys to go TLDR on me. Therefore, I will start off in small doses.

Since I was around 14, I started to feel glitches in the Matrix. By the way, I love the metaphor of the Matrix as our current social construct in America. Hilarious! Although I have read many stories of you guys in your younger years not being able to experience much with women, for whatever reason, I have been able to get HB7+ since a very young age. Truthfully, I let it go to my head and would truly only seek out the hottest possible ass amongst my peer groups – to include my current wife. Don’t be fooled by this, though. All I did was get a head start to what many of you had the privilege of waiting much longer to experience.

Anyway, glitch #1 in the Matrix was when I was 14 y/o and I dated one of the hottest girls in the neighborhood. She was the girl next door, very beautiful, and a NAWALT. However, I found her only utility to me was to explore her sexually (as far as I could go – no intercourse). After that exploration concluded, I felt that I was left with a very boring creature that I had almost nothing in common with. I didn’t give or pay anything to or for her ever. I couldn’t wait to go back to playing Nintendo games, reading comics, or hanging out with my guy friends in the neighborhood. It didn’t take long for her to break up with me for a guy who gave her more attention and spent money on her.

Glitch #2 in the Matrix came again when I was 15. Again, another really beautiful girl I started to date at the end of 8th grade. For about a month of my summer break, I would ride to her house a few miles away and spend the day at her house. She had a much hotter body than the last girl. She was very womanly for 15. Therefore, I liked exploring her sexually much more than the last. We would make out for hours but no sex. After making out, I got the same damn feeling of boredom. I would then commence to listening to her brother’s heavy metal CDs and playing games on her computer. Then, I would go home. Rinse and repeat. One day, I woke up and decided it wasn’t even worth the bike ride to her house, so I called her and broke up with her. She took it well. I never heard from her or saw her again.

After much Disney watching and other social constructs at work, as a man, I always felt that I must have a woman to love to complete me as a human being. Not only that, I always felt I should be the one to give every fabric of my being and not really require much from the girl. This idea went on for a very long time in my life.

Now, on to the next glitch of the Matrix. Glitch #3 for me was when I was 16 and was really digging this beautiful blonde that worked with me in telemarketing. She came to my house and found out I played electric guitar, which she also did, and we both loved metal and hard rock music. I thought I had me a unicorn, because most hot chicks liked dumb pop s~~~ or hair metal at the time. I had found a NAWALT.

For our second meeting, I had my friend take me to her house. My friend was older because he flunked a couple grades and had a really awesome motorcycle. He wasn’t really that attractive but…motorcycle. So, I’m hanging out with her at her place. My friend is there because he is my ride. The vibe from her feels totally different from before. For whatever reason, my friend and her disappeared for a bit too long, and I got that gut feeling. I started to wander further into her house and caught them kissing in her kitchen. I was done on the spot with her. I didn’t get mad at my friend. I am not even sure he knew I liked her. She knew, though, hence why I came to her house. We had already kissed before when she was at my house.

I never pursued her again. A year or so later, she called me and invited me to her prom. I went with her, we got high on weed, made out all night and had a great time. I never heard from her again after that night, validating I didn’t miss out on much. She probably cheated on her boyfriend with me, which is why she never called me again after that. Unbelievable.

Glitch #4 came within a relationship shortly after the previous experience. I was the third wheel to a guy friend and his girlfriend that worked at the same telemarketing place I met the other girl. We hung out a lot together for a few months. I never thought about my friend’s girl at all even though I recognized she was beautiful. A few more months down the road, my guy friend started to change his appearance and attitude. He became an ego maniac and not only wouldn’t associate with me anymore, he dumped his girlfriend but cheated on her first. The day she got dumped by him, she called me crying on the phone to come and console her. I white knighted and went to her aid immediately. I had spent many months around the two of them and thought we were just friends. Well, it didn’t take too many tears before she came on to me and dropped panties. That was the first sexual experience I had at 16. I didn’t decline her because she was really hot, and I also felt betrayed by my friend. So, I didn’t give a f~~~ at that point.

I spent almost my entire Junior year in a relationship with this girl. Things were cool. I enjoyed her company. We had sex many times a day, and I thought I had a real unicorn. About a year later, I go to her house early in the morning to surprise her. The ex-boyfriend from a year ago comes downstairs still adjusting his clothing. He f~~~ed her all night, of course. In my fog of disillusionment, I wanted to fight him but shortly realized this would be stupid. He did what any guy would have if he could call a dumb bitch out of the blue to f~~~ and she would let him. I let him leave without incident. So, after a year of faithful service to this girl, I was betrayed the instant her Chad #1 showed up out of the blue in her life. He never talked to her again, and I lost respect for her and ended the relationship within a week of her cheating.

Do you think I learned from that incident and started taking the red pill? F~~~ no! I picked up my white knight armor, got on my white horse, and rode off into the sunset for the next bitch to save from herself. To be continued…

[RoyDalParticipant]

Welcome!

Do you think I learned from that incident and started taking the red pill? F~~~ no! I picked up my white knight armor, got on my white horse, and rode off into the sunset for the next bitch to save from herself. To be continued…

(Neither did I back when I was a super-horny teen. We are none of us made of wood — obvious pun aside, of course.)

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[The Manipulated ManParticipant 1856]

Greetings Nero,

Are there really any limits on introductions???

Has anyone at MGTOW ever complained TLDR, “too long; don’t read?”

HELL NO!

In fact, there are so many c~~~s attempting to infiltrate and cause mayhem here on MGTOW that long introductions help to establish a man’s Bonafides.

Personally, I enjoy more thorough introductions, especially if the writing is good and the stories are interesting which is certainly the case with your writing. I am looking forward to your contributions here at MGTOW.

However, your approach presents a dilemma. You only have one Introduction. So, where are you going to post the rest of your story?

After much Disney watching and other social constructs at work, as a man, I always felt that I must have a woman to love to complete me as a human being. Not only that, I always felt I should be the one to give every fabric of my being and not really require much from the girl. This idea went on for a very long time in my life.

That was well said Nero. And this vile proselytizing is everywhere in our culture.

Here is one fine example, “Pretty Woman,” a well written and beloved American film:

I hope you will tell the rest of your story here in the threads of your introduction. Like one of my favorite Science fiction movies, District 9, there is a cliff hanger here.

My story is a Trilogy: Part one is called “Captain Save a Hoe” which is about dodging bullets and the indoctrination of a slave; Part two is called “Honey Traps;” and part three is about being MGTOW, entitled “Live free, or die!”

If I could go back in time, here is what I would tell myself:

What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?

[Tiga KParticipant 1693]

Welcome. You’re going to like it around here.

[Blue SkiesParticipant 15665]

thank you for sharing your story
enjoy the forums
welcome!!
cheers mate.

MGTOW is not a movement, it is a way of life.

[Mr_WhiteParticipant 48]

Great read, and great to have you here Nero.

Let go or be dragged -Zen proverb

[NeroParticipant 1466]

Thanks all!

@Manipulated Man: You’re probably right. I will continue my original thread when I get a chance to properly tell my story. I like to take my time and tell it appropriately. I have so much to tell, and I have observed so much in my 41 years of life.

@code Bunker: Yeah, I get you. I’ve read a lot of your stuff and you see the world the same as pretty much all of you do.

[NeroParticipant 1466]

Part 2

Ok. Now that I have gotten my initial story out of the way, I realize that I just have too many stories to tell in great detail, so I will make some much shorter than others.

Growing up, I thought I was very fortunate to be a handsome enough guy to attract top tier females. Now, I see that I was just more seasoned as a white knight idiot. To share an embarrassing reality, my junior year I would come home and watch Pretty Woman or Roadhouse almost every day for about a month each. I let these movies – and others – manipulate me. Even in Roadhouse, Swayze is at a crossroads as MGTOW and eventually capitulates to the almighty vagina. I watched Pretty Woman pretty much because I thought Julia Roberts was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and I wanted some of that.

Glitch #5 requires me to back up a little bit. Remember the bitch in Glitch #4? Well, my parents made me break up with her for a few months when they discovered we were having sex regularly when I was 16. Rightly so, and thanks Mom and Dad! That bitch wanted to get pregnant…in high school! So, I moved on for a bit. I was able to land, briefly, the most sought after vagina in our school. This was a new school to me. I had to change due to living with my Dad. Anyway, we dated for about a week. She invited me to a party at her friend’s house. We made out for quite some time that night. It was very nice. I felt high as a kite that I was scoring with this chick. It took all of about a week for her to dump me, by messenger, for a star football player. He was an upgrade in pretty much every department, as I was a poor city kid living in the affluent part of the county with my Dad. My mother kicked me out at 16, so I went to live with him.

Two more girls I lost, because I was sexually aggressive at the time and they were not ready for that. I understood and things ended. Another girl I dated one time had almost completely collapsed my white knight mentality. This girl dressed sexy, was certainly attractive, picked me up, bought me dinner and wanted my junk same night. Can you f~~~ing believe the chick scared me off with this treatment? I couldn’t compute what was happening. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I wouldn’t go out with her again, because it was just too easy. Wtf?!

Glitch #6 was the most traumatic by far. This one will be lengthy. This was my senior year. Because of my well known success with dating beautiful women, I had friends asking questions about getting bitches. One friend in particular used to call me all the time to get my advice. In truth, I thought this bitch he was talking to was completely stringing him along and using him for attention and to buy her stuff. I always advised him to get this bitch out of his life. It was all bulls~~~ beta-posturing on his part.

Well, many months after hearing about this girl, I was finally introduced to her by the same friend. At this point, he was pretty much over her and they never entered a relationship. I have to admit, I was literally stunned by her beauty. I couldn’t even f~~~ing function. So, after introductions, I fled immediately through the mall we were in. This chick tracked me down in the mall and gave me her number. I didn’t feel right about it, so I threw her number in the trash on my way out. I very badly wanted to call her but I didn’t want to get involved when my buddy liked her for so long.

Somehow, this girl found someone I knew and got my number from them anyway. I get back from some training for the Marines (I was in a Poolee program) and she had called like three times that morning. Anyway, I fell on my sword with this girl and we spent the entire rest of the weekend together. It was like f~~~ing paradise.

She was the most charming, intelligent, and passionate girl I ever met in my life. I was overwhelmed with the way I felt about her and I tried not to get pussy-whipped by her. I still kept my normal routine with weightlifting, boxing, and basketball with friends. I would go see her a few days a week. She lived pretty far away. Well, about every month or so (maybe less) I would receive word that this bitch was out with some guy (intimately) while we were supposedly committed. We went to different schools and lived far enough she didn’t think she’d get caught. But, I knew many people at many different schools, so word always reached my ear.

This s~~~ went off and on for a good six months, IIRC. Each time I would get more p~~~ed, I would say worse s~~~ to her than before, and her re-commitment to me would be more plausible than the last. At our worst, I had friends write her nasty letters (petty, I know) and I literally threw them all into her face and they ricocheted everywhere in the room we were standing in when I confronted her. She then ran upstairs and told her mom I called her a f~~~ing bitch. I expected to get kicked out, but I told her mom I was breaking up with her already and she actually didn’t get involved. She then started to read some of the letters and balled her eyes out. She tried to commit suicide that night and begged on her hands and knees grasping my legs, and I actually took that as a compliment to my ego like a total f~~~ing retard.

This bitch was a relentless master of manipulation. We broke up over and over again the whole rest of my senior year. I dismissed so much pussy due to this girl in my prime of being a senior.

Finally, when she was able to trade up and completely dismiss me, she had me allowing her to go to prom with a guy friend of mine and that “nothing would happen.” Not only that, but I was not allowed to go my prom with an equally attractive girl. Both proms were on the same night and we had already committed, yet I didn’t go to mine but she kept her date. Earlier that day, she had just given me a gold necklace with her initials on it and we entered into a committed relationship again. That night, the friend of mine she went with actually thought she was a date. She led him on and didn’t tell him about us. Not only f~~~ing that, she abandoned him that evening at her prom and went with a complete stranger and made out with him all night. She f~~~ed two guys over in one night. The other guy was our star pitcher at our high school. After I had later learned of all the events of the previous evening, I was completely leveled. She would not even take my calls after that for over a month or two. It was a cruel and heartless thing to do to someone.

These bitches are all the same with varying degrees of evil. However, do you think I was done with her? Would I finally take the red pill? Not even f~~~ing close, gents!! Not even close.

To be continued…

[WarrivarParticipant 44]

Welcome home! You are amoung friends here.

Don’t beat yourself up about taking the red pill this late, I can tell you i went through about….seven relationships and even more relationS~~~S before i took it.

Our biological programming coupled with societal pressure and indoctrination can be a bitch to overcome, many do not ever come to the realization the men here have, consider yourself amoung the awakened few.

[Binary LogicParticipant 2351]

Welcome Nero, hope you find a Peace of mind here…

Funny, isn't it? How women thrive on a mans time, attention and resources, while simultaneously telling him he isn't enough...

[The Manipulated ManParticipant 1856]

Cheers on writing Part 2. The writing and stories are outstanding.

Jane Austin was Idolized and considered the voice for the life experience of women during her times. Her stories are still used to inspire woman everywhere. Many blue pill men are forced to watch films based on Austin’s books while under the influence of woman.

It would be interesting to see films made of your stories.
They are an excellent voice for the men of our times. The truth exposed is timeless. Your perspective of what has happened to you is remarkable. It would be fun to observe and speculate woman’s reactions to such truth. I wonder how many blue pill men would wake up after reading your stories?

So far, the second installment completes the High school years. I look forward to part three.

What will happen during the twenties?

C~~~s are seasoned professional manipulators in their thirties, their pressure for marriage is incredible. What will happen to our hero (Nero) then?

In the timeline, when do these woman start directly asking for rough sex or beg to be dominated?

Here is one of my favorite movies from 1975 called “A Boy and His Dog.” I believe that it has a lot of great red pill moments and the ending is MGTOW:

What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?

[NeroParticipant 1466]

The Manipulated Man wrote:

Cheers on writing Part 2. The writing and stories are outstanding.

It would be interesting to see films made of your stories.
They are an excellent voice for the men of our times. The truth exposed is timeless. Your perspective of what has happened to you is remarkable. It would be fun to observe and speculate woman’s reactions to such truth. I wonder how many blue pill men would wake up after reading your stories?

Thanks, I am going to do my part. I feel like I have a calling and a personal responsibility to my fellow man to tell the stories I was born to tell. Having been a Marine for 15 years and a natural leader of men, I have always been a solid voice of reason amongst friends and subordinates. I plan to continue my work here. Thanks for welcoming me and allowing me to do this here.

[NeroParticipant 1466]

Part 3

After my senior year of hell with high school sweetheart, I dated quite a bit. Here is a quick summary of the relations~~~s I endured. There were a small few of decent ones in there or ONS I won’t mention. I honestly think that I expected crazy, so if a chick wasn’t crazy, she was boring. After all, as a white knight, I was looking for a hoe to save.

I saw an extremely hot girl who worked at the same place as my buddy’s girlfriend. When we would visit the place they worked at, I would get excited to see this girl. One day, I walked up to her and told her I thought she was gorgeous. I could tell it f~~~ed her up to be approached so directly. She had a boyfriend at the time. Needless to say, we ended up going on quite a few double dates. She wouldn’t do anything physical with me, because she had a boyfriend. This went on for about a month or so.

As time went by, I got really frustrated waiting on her to decide. I met another one of my buddy’s girlfriend’s friends who was not in a relationship. We hit it off quick but were not committed (yet). We would just screw around. Well, one night, the girl with the boyfriend showed up at one of our parties. She told me she broke up with her boyfriend (finally) and wanted to be with me. We spent the night together but I didn’t lay her. I was ecstatic to be with her, but I felt guilty too. I didn’t commit to her, though. I was already screwing around with her friend, but I didn’t know it was also her friend at the time.

The next night all three of the girls showed up to our back-to-back double header party night. I was in shock. When I saw them all at the door, I knew I had to decide immediately which one to commit to. I chose the girl without the boyfriend. She was laid back, easy going, no drama, and very horny. That night, I slept with her while her friend was outside in the other room. My buddy barged in at one point and I looked outside the room and the other girl could see us in bed. Yes, I felt awful. However, the point of the story is how cruel this friend of hers was. She knew she also liked me and didn’t give a f~~~. I would never have done that to one of my friends.

Eventually, the other girl dumped me, because I cut my hair too short. I think that is the reason, because she made a big deal about it when she saw me. She didn’t even the b~~~~ to tell me. She just abandoned me and wouldn’t take my calls. She also had no shame. She would bang me in her house with her parents at home. I had to be the one to regulate the sexual behavior out of courtesy of her parents.

One night, out of the blue, my high school sweetheart shows up at my house tapping on my window. She was still in a relationship with her new boyfriend she dumped me for, but I gladly took the scraps she gave me that night. I still pined for her. I felt bad for her boyfriend.

I met a girl a few months before I went into the Marine Corps. We clicked immediately. She was gorgeous and we spent a lot of time together. Months later, at a party, she literally left with a friend of mine and stranded me there. I didn’t even know anyone at the party besides her and my friend that screwed me over. This happened just a day or two after the first time I had sex with her. I’m sure she f~~~ed him that night and he put no time in at all.

After I went to my first duty station, I met a girl who I also direct approached about her beauty. We were in a I-don’t-know-what-the-f~~~-to-call-it-ship? We saw and talked to each other all the time, but she was flaky and distant at times but, yet, committed? She probably had a boyfriend she didn’t want us to find out about each other. Regardless, she ended up actually trying to hook me up with one of her friends. I was destroyed by this gesture, as I thought it meant I was nothing to her any longer. So, I’m supposed to go on a date with the friend and both of them show up. Every time her friend was not around, she was on me like a horny wet blanket – sticking her tongue down my throat. I thought it was cruel she was doing that to her friend, but I liked her already so I engaged in it anyway. I ended up screwing both of them (at different times) and we all went our merry ways.

I dated a girl that would pull me over on the side of the road just to suck my dick. She would come over just to screw and leave if I told her too, which I did. I broke it off with her, because she was just too dick crazy. Sure enough, she got pregnant shortly after by someone else.

I dated another girl who was like the last. Again, I broke it off out of boredom and she was 5’10”, which is 2” taller than me. It was kind of awkward, even though she was pretty. A few days later, of course, she was pregnant and had an abortion without even telling me. If I didn’t like her before, I loathed her after that conversation.

I screwed one girl back in my home town on military leave one time and carried a LDR for bit. We broke up too. She said she was pregnant and miscarried by…falling off a horse? I have no idea if she was lying actually, but I dodged a bullet regardless.

Guys, as a general rule, there are lots of flakes in California. Tons. Chicks are so fickle here. Particularly in Orange County/LA area. It’s an awful place to date women. The either want c~~~ ready to go or they play f~~~ing games until your brain is fried and sometimes both.

I went up to Portland, OR, for a long weekend with a Marine buddy who is from there. We partied every day and had a f~~~ing blast. At one of the parties I was raped by a very attractive girl. No s~~~! I passed out on the floor of one of the bedrooms drunk and high. I woke up and this girl was riding my c~~~. I was initially f~~~ing stunned, but after looking at her, she was f~~~ing hot, so we just kept f~~~ing. That was one of the strangest things that ever happened to me. Man, if the roles were f~~~ing reversed, I’d be writing this from a prison cell.

My high school sweetheart shows up again in my life. We connected again as friends, initially. She eventually came out for a Spring Break visit. We had the best time we ever had together. We were a little older and more mature. We finally had some quality sex. It was good. I thought things had finally gone full circle with her. I was in bliss. We became committed after the visit in an LDR. After her semester ended, she went cross country for an internship opportunity at Los Alamos, NM. She was a chemical engineer. She calls me and tells me she just fell for the guy driving the f~~~ing car and she already met his parents. I f~~~ing went ballistic and ended our relationship. “Can’t we at least be friends?” F~~~ no! Goodbye! It took every f~~~ing ounce of my being to say those words, but I meant them and held to it for many years.

To be continued…

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