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Hi there,
I am a university mecheng major in my late twenties and unfortunatly had the pleasure of making numerous experiences with women during my 20s and my teen years. English is not my mother language, so expressing my thoughts and writing in perfect grammar might not always be correct.
The straw that broke the camels back happend 2 weeks ago. I live in a dorm appartment building with 13 people sharing a kitchen and two toilettes. I enjoy beeing here and making the best of my university time,because for my first degree I went to a landish kind of small college, where parties and uni life were not really existing.
So, I moved in a year ago and I am having a jolly good time here since. Last october a female, same age as me, moved in. At first I thought she doesn’t speak to much, but at the first party it became clear she completly changed when she got drunk. Getting drunk happened quiet quickly for her.
So we really hit it off exellent. She would knock on my door when there is a party and ask me to come and join her. It went further when she asked me to come down to her back than boyfriends birthday party. We had nice and joyful conversations and I enjoyed the time with her. She seemed not to be the girl who stands there like a landpost and expects that all male entertain her because she has a vag. After the party here in the doorm house was over, we moved further to a club in the city. There I was, the only guy from our group of doorm friends, who got invited by the girlfriend of the birthday guy to join his other friends to go partying.
We spend the night at a bar. There was a guy, drunk and prob drugged out of his mind, coming up to us in the bar. He started dancing aggressivly towards her. Everybody watched that for a while, and than I (as a white knight) made the suggestion to get rid of the guy. So I put myself between him and her and we pretended that we were together. I spoke with him for a long time and eventually he went off to another corner of the bar. At the time it felt good. In hinsight it gets me a soure taste.
The relationship between her and her boyfriend for five years seemed to be going down the drain. On that night there were just a few moments they were standing by each others or talk with another. I sort of saw my chance, but didn’t wanted to go aggresivly in because I didn’t know exactly what the deal between those two were and there were 5 other friends of him with us, with whom I become friendly real quickly, but didn’t want to risk any aggression towards me.
Recapping the last months of last year, there were fun parties we throw on a regular basis in our kitchen and most of the time with her present and often the driving force.
This year came and with it new parties. 6 weeks ago we had another one, where friends of mine and her got very drunk. In the end, there were just me and her. She really likes music and looses herself when certain songs play. We danced and came closer and eventually kissed and made out on the concrete stairs of our doorm :).
I haven’t felt that positiv for many years. I haven’t kissed somebody that passionate and loving for when me and my first love where still together. I truly enjoyed it. It wasn’t mechanical or goal oriented. I lost myself in that moment and felt good about it. I think there I started to think about a relationship with her seriously. I still struggled to pull the trigger, because of her heavy drinking and going all out after it. I eventually came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to have a relationship with her from my part. Something extraordinary from her part must happen before I pull the trigger. That’s how I went into the next days.
The next thing we went together has been a party of a friend of hers. She didn’t know the people there as I didn’t either. She eventually, who knew it, became very drunk again and started to make out and bite me in front of everyone. I have to add that the party was mostly a boring one, where everybody had serious conversations. Nobody danced or something. After biting me so that it hurt, she dragged me in her friends bedroom and we continued making out and undressing. When that happens its always a nice feeling going back to the party, everbody knowing what you two just did :).
At this point I was still in for a LTR, but wasn’t sure about her behaviour after all I have seen. What nagged me were eg she would mention somebody she found attractive whom I also know. These are the f….. games these bitches play. There were more of it, I spare you with explaining, but from past experiences and as a regular Bill “Freckleface” Burrs and Bill Maher listener I don’t take the s~~~ that comes out of their mouths serious anymore. I told her in the bedroom, that I wasn’t going to sleep with her because I have made bad experiences in the past with it.
We left her friends house and all went to a club. She went all out in the club. I could not get rid of her beeing there. She ate me literally alive the time we were on the dancefloor. Later I received a message from her that she is waiting for me in her room. As soon as I was arriving on the stairs towards my room, she was greeting me and pulled me into her room. I actually was about to go into mine to splash some water in my face. I actually was not looking forward to go into her room, because I knew what was about to happen. What followed was the desperate attemp to get me exited about her. An olympic gymnasiast on a gym matress was nothing against what I saw unfold on my legs and chest. At this point and after beeing out with her “as a couple” I enjoyed the thought of us both getting seriously involved into a relationship. I have to say, that we are both at an age where I for my part would find it comfortable having a mature relationship with a characterly stable women who is also good looking. That she is and she knows how to use this unfortunatly.
Remark that everything that has happend so far has come from her side. The party invitation, the kissing etc. (I wasn’t innocent there, but to my defense I wasn’t sober either there).
I forgot details that happend also last year which are important for the arc of the story. She would draw my name on a poster and write some sexual things besides my name and a head of mine. She would do similar things with others, but only write sexual things besides mine, to get a reaction out of me. I felt flattered because all of the guys are craving to get attention from her. I have also been the one she would put little chocolat bars into the mailbox with a little text on it like “Merry chrismas”.
What does all of this say to you?
There is clearly someone more interested in you than in anybody else of the other people here. I am over the loss of my ex and looking for somebody new. Getting over the ex took years to be clear. THere comes a girl, I truly like and starts making advantages towards me.
Prepare yourself for the kicker. It has been shocking for me and it gives me an uncomfortable feeling writing and thinking about it, but for the sake of overcoing bitches like that and building and learning for the future I won’t spare me or you on it.
I pick up the story after I went into her room, we made out and I revealed my intentions towards her again. I didn’t forced having sex with her although she was forcing it. But living on one story together does not make it easier if you don’t have yourself in a serious relationship with her beforehand. So thatwas out of question. Eventually we fell to sleep. She said things like “I havent had that for two years” as I gave her my armpillow, on the way to the club she said “You have to know that spanish women are very jealous.”. What am I supposed to think about all of that? She IS looking for a boyfriend and is quiet happy with what we have right now.
Ok, I promised you the kicker. Here it is. Two days later she stormed out of the entrance at 20:30 with said ex boyfriend, dressed up for the night.
Let that continue with the guy beeing in/at her room and taking a big traveling bag out there and leaving with her.
At this point I am properly p~~~ed. I am seriously angry at her whole ordeal and what she is f…… trying here. My anger doesn’t know any borders. Well, how lucky am I having always rejected sleeping with it. I don’t really know what that is, its definitly not the female behaviour I had been tought by my mother, so I don’t regard her as that, rather as a thing tbh.
Next thing I know, we all go to a big beer festival. Me and my neighboor (the one she can’t be bothered with telling me how cute he is in the train) organised a breakfast for everyone that is going. I am proper p~~~ed this morning towards her and don’t speak to the c~~~. I try to enjoy myself nevertheless and feel good to have other friends who are going with us all, so I don’t have to see or deal with it the time there.
Who would have known, she gets so p~~~ed again on the table and with intent salutes my beer glass so hard that a whole mess of beer spills over my trousers. I have to get home that day to my parents with a shared ride, I serious don’t know at that moment if I should slap her or not. She tells me she saw that I was p~~~ed towards her that morning. I told her again that I want something serious and don’t want to play games. No triangle relationship or open s~~~ (a mutal friend tld me she and her ex had an open relationship apparently but he wasn’t sure either about it, she lies to him all the time, he’s like the ATM/food,drink,cigarette, beer-machine for her). I had to leave early to catch my ride to my parents, so I said goodbye to her. We made out before again and danced and what not. I left her with what I said 2 sentences earlier. 2 hours later I receive a message “I can’t stop thinking about you”. I seriously doubt her sanity at this point. If I had not done it enough before I seriously was doubting it know. This bitch must seriously getting her brain puffs from the sewer or somewhere where just s~~~ exists.
My logic at this point has already cancled a relationship with it since I saw her with the other guy the first time, but as my emotions for it are (still are) I can’t order them. That happens when you get involved with somebody whos live is in chaos. You don’t get anything else than chaos back.
I’ll end it for the time beeing here, although the story hasn’t ended yet and I have’t written everything down yet what happend after the last part. It is just due to my time constrains. It’s in the middle of the night and I should be working on a big assigment from uni which is due, but the flue and all I have written above has not gotten me to produce anything handing in worthy yet. For now I will leave you with this tale of why I stumbled over the MGTOW world a couple of day ago and spend a lot of my time watching videos from MGTOW members and getting literated about the topic.
As I said in the profil, I am from europe. Circumstances are slightly different but this c~~~ deserves a special place, also in the US.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
That happens when you get involved with somebody whos live is in chaos. You don’t get anything else than chaos back.
The moral of the story.
Next step is to realize: ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THAT. (Or worse.)
You seriously need to get away from her especially if she changes when drinking.
She is not in control and if she’s that nuts when drinking ….. you are leaving yourself open for rape or sexual assault charges.
Get the f~~~ out of this NOW.
She is not in control and if she’s that nuts when drinking ….. you are leaving yourself open for rape or sexual assault charges.
I seriously thought about this long and hard. The c~~~ is so crazy, that out of anger that I didn’t gave her the D, she could come up with s~~~ like that.
True fact: when we were making out she asked me out of the blue: “Do you want to rape me?” Thoughts on that… anyone?
The c~~~ is bats~~~ crazy. Thing is, the guys here think they could land at her somehow and I am afraid they are all eating out of her hand, as they are a lot younger than her or I am and have not made these experiences yet. I seriously wish she would screw somebody else over, so that everybody knows.
I am not sure how I should handle the s~~~ tbh. Should I move out? It’s hard to find a place and I like the other peps.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
You MUST do whatever it takes to get away from her.
I’ve got a real bad feeling about this woman.
Guy’s help me out here please …..
RUN FOREST!
UUFF.. spanish!! bats~~~ crazy. i have been in your situation pertaining that mine was a lil drunk, was my gf and i did not want to give her the D. Boy she turned into a medusa. If she mentioned Rape… RUN. RUN. RUN but make it nice and easy and completely cutt ties!!
You MUST do whatever it takes to get away from her. I’ve got a real bad feeling about this woman. Guy’s help me out here please …..
Agreed, Iliveagain. The crazy ones are always great in the sack, but you can never keep them, think with your brain and not your c~~~, the red flags are everywhere, GET OUT NOW!
Because in order to be able to think, you have to risk being offensive.
UUFF.. spanish!! bats~~~ crazy. i have been in your situation pertaining that mine was a lil drunk, was my gf and i did not want to give her the D. Boy she turned into a medusa. If she mentioned Rape… RUN. RUN. RUN but make it nice and easy and completely cutt ties!!
Yep, agreed. I haven’t spoken with the c~~~ about the whole deal yet. I isolated myself from the parties the last days, because I could not stand the c~~~ sitting in the kitchen. My dad, who’s an old school man, gave me the advice to speak it over with her.
Do you think it would better the outcome for me? I thought, it would only makes sense if I still see any chance in taming the whore, but I know that you can’t change people. So I won’t try it. I am not religious but I hope Karma is a bitch.
If we speak I’ll show her her own s~~~ and argument the point with her and when she goes off, I know I am right. Well either way, I am right. I don’t want any drama, but as you said, might already have it, unknowingstly by me, she spitting s~~~ and lies when drunk, because I didn’t tapped into her trap/beef curtains (pun intended) and damaged her attention seeking whoreism.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
I have to thank you all for beeing great brothers here for my first post! No homo.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
I’m 55, been married, 2 kids and had several girlfriends since.
My advice is just walk away. No drama …. they live and breath for that … it’s honey to them.
Say nothing, just let go and walk away. Let her latch on to some beta mangina.
This is an unstable woman. Don’t poke the viper with a stick.
Be calm, clear of head and precise with your direction.
HOLD YOUR FRAME
My advice is just walk away. No drama …. they live and breath for that … it’s honey to them.
No drama, she’s a black widow and can never be tamed, if you have to talk to her because you bumped into her, calmly tell her that you have no interest in a relationship with her, do not get trapped into discussing any details as it will lead to the circle of mindf#ck and drama. Then completely ignore her. This girl was playing you and another guy at the same time, this means that she does not respect you, Do you value yourself so little that you will allow yourself to spend time with people who have no respect for you?
Because in order to be able to think, you have to risk being offensive.
Walk away! Nothing good can come from associating with women (or men) with personality disorders. No, you cannot persuade her to change; she will do that herself, or she won’t, but no one else is going to talk her into it.
I am saying “do what I say, not what I do.” I have dated two women who changed personalities after a few drinks. They remembered nothing (or said so) the next day. It turned out badly for me.
Since then, I have observed alcoholics from a safer distance. They are bad for everyone around them. Bad.
Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?
You should have Stopped beeing around her long time ago. You already talked to her what you want and what not. You think talking again to her would change anything?
You just made the failure to keep doing 2nd base stuff with her. You told her you dont want sleep with her, but, teasing is ok? I say She is Insane, but you kept the Fantasy alive she could get you at the end by not getting That “NO Wall” in before you Kiss her, thats the Point where the “no” have to stand if you want something diffrent.
At least from my point of view.
Here are the hair-raising details I have spared you until now.
So I knew about her ex/whatever that is. They are still doing s~~~ together. Nobody knows what this exactly is. He is done studying and works. One and a half weeks ago I invited friends to my place and we drank with the guys from here and than later went on a campus party together. The whore again was drunk out of her f~~~ing mind, literaaly pulling guys over the floor when we arrived there (and the party wasn’t even in full swing). Unbeknownst to me, her ex, lets call him Hank, had also arrived. I asked him if he was looking for Bitchanka (her name in my mind) . He was like “Ehhmm, sort of yes, and sort of, I am not looking for her, to be honest.”
Ok, I thought to myself, so here you are, again, when your slut is here again. There are millions of other parties today, but it happens that you are at the same time here as she is and you have no f~~~ing clue, what you are exactly doing here. 2 hours later I accidentally see Hank strolling by. I got on his feet and were pretenting as if I am on the way to the bar and “accidentally” met him again. I asked him if he has found her. We spoke for about 10, 15 minutes.
I asked him what it was between them. He said he has been going out with her for five years. What stuck in my head was, when he mentoined that he felt sick everytime she was out partying alone, and he had to go tostudy the next day. and she would come home drunk out of her mind at 3 o’clock in the morning and he didn’t know where she had been.
All warning lights went on, when he said that and I just could nod and feel bad for the guy. He is average looking. Probably a 5 or 6. She is a 9. He said “Well, you know she is a fine lady.” and was talking about how she looked. I gave him the fatherly talk about looks fade away and character is what stays. I don’t know if hearing it from somebody else did anything for him. I told him in a polite and understanding kind of way how she acts when she is drunk at our place. He said, that he trusts her completely and knows she won’t screw him over. It is needed to mention, at this point, that they have been living, according to him, in the same room together for 5 years.
You would think this would be enough to know somebody in and out. Well, no. As he was talking, I thought, here we have, a perfectly normal guy, who I probably be friends with, under other circumstances, getting f~~~ed up and down the hiney by a slut, that dares to call herself a women. When I left, I must have had the saddest look on the face, knowing what I know, how Bitchanka is really behaving.
You seriously need to get away from her especially if she changes when drinking. She is not in control and if she’s that nuts when drinking ….. you are leaving yourself open for rape or sexual assault charges. Get the f~~~ out of this NOW.
You MUST do whatever it takes to get away from her.
RUN FOREST!
If she mentioned Rape… RUN. RUN. RUN but make it nice and easy and completely cutt ties!
the red flags are everywhere, GET OUT NOW!
Say nothing, just let go and walk away. Let her latch on to some beta mangina.
That’s it guys. I know I have to get away from her but it is not that easy because the bitch lives on the same story as I am and shares the same kitchen and the same group of friends as I do.
I don’t actually want to leave this place, but it is eating me alive hearing the c~~~ screaming when drunk and I can’t stand beeing around the bitch, so I don’t participate in the drinking. I miss partying with the other ones. It is f~~~ed up.
Is there any way I could handle this in a manner, so I can stay here? That’s the only thing why I might talk to the c~~~ again. I don’t have any experiences like that. Should I just bite the soure apple and do as if nothing happened? It would kill me slowly over time I guess.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
Ashcroft wrote; Is there any way I could handle this in a manner, so I can stay here?
possibly yes…without risk “NO”
Crazy women will eventually screw up every relationship they have…You could maybe move back after the others have reached their limit of dealing with her..
My experience with the crazy proved that even people who are close friends and family to her will eventually get fed up…
I felt some sadness when I reached my limit and called her family…Only to find out they wanted nothing to do with her…In her mind, I was the worst kind of asshole for putting her crazy ass on the street during Christmas season…I loaded her truck with all her things.. Then she put the standard shift truck (she had been driving a stick for years) in third gear and intentionally burned out the clutch a block from the house…I had a mechanic friend fix it in two days and launched her again… Putting distance between yourself and crazy is the best thing to do…..
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
I would recommend the batman dissappearing act for this (and most) bitch. Block her number and move. Stick and move my friend stick and move.
Thanks again everybody who chimed in. Its good to know that I am not the only one who’s going through this s~~~.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
—-Update—-
I feel like it’s time for an update. It is in the wee hours of the day I am writing this, so please apologize writing mistakes.
Preface
We left off after the party, where I met her ex boyfriend. Now, 3 weeks later some interesting things have happend I don’t want to spare you guys on.
But first let me explain, how this whole ordeal changed my view on the subject matter. I wouldn’t be here wasn’t it without the “incident” and I still call myself lucky, whenever I have read stories from other guys getting f~~~ed up and down their assholes by bitches these days.
I intensively started watching videos from Bill Burr on todays women and eventually, thanks to youtubes match algorithm, listened to a show by a guy named Tom Leykis. I was shocked, in awe and happily amused the whole 33 min of that episode. I stopped for a few days, thinking, man some of this stuff seems kind of crass and he doesn’t have to many views, so I better let my hands off of him, could be a false influences. Well guys, let me tell you that listening to many shows from Tom over the past 3 to 4 weeks resulted in an very liberating view about todays women and dare I say truthful view.
I am very happy to have found him. First of all I have to say that I prefer to define myself with with my own words and not with purple pill or so far. I for my part, like to f~~~ women, I like to getting laid, like to make out with them and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. In the past I have always been opposed by relationships, because my experience with them is, that the male part always get all the wrath, anger and ill treatment if something doesn’t work in it. This isn’t good for your spirit. Women are idiots these days. Everything they do, they do it calculated.
I am now all off thinking that a relationship could enhance my life. As far as I know, it was always the root of many time consuming discussions, thoughts that hold up ones own development and career goals. Yes, there have been moments I remember. But they have not to do so much with the relationship as they have to do with the surrounding where I have travelled with cept person. So far to that.
Now, Tom has giving me a new perspective on it, I absolutely took in. I see them for what they are. Worthless s~~~. Yes, there has been a time, where a women knew their role and fulfilled it. And it was a symbiosis wherein everybody knew their roles and it worked out. Nowadays, as we all know and experiencing, feminism is showing us its ugly head. I am all for equal rights, but with equal rights come equal responsibilities and the last part, no one of the female gender have understood.
The story, as it continues:
As I said in the preface, I am armed with the good stuff from Tom and I am willing to bring it into battle whenever I sense I have to show them their ugly faces. I don’t remember the times I have called the women in this story out on her bulls~~~. 15 times wouldn’t be enough. I nevertheless recognize slowly that she now knows that I am not somebody as all, and I really mean all when I say that, men in her circle of “whatever you wanna call it” she can f~~~ with.
A week ago a friend visited me and slept over at my place. He brought a barrel of beer and we partied with 13-14 other people in our kitchen. It was a great night. Although I had to get up early the next morning to go to an event with an other friend, me and my friend had an awesome time. I was already laying in bed and couldn’t sleep. Well, it came at around 3:30 am in the morning that she knocked on my door, standing there, make up on, the prettiest clothes on, and asking me to come down. I weeks before as you know, already made my mind up seeing red flags all around me, that whenever I would have the chance to go to bases with her, I would, and I would also JUST go to bases with her or f~~~ her. There would be no more. So I had my gameplan.
Listening to Tom transformed me into something else I am proud of to be today. I yearned to be in the past. Without getting hurt, that I have to give to her, I wouldn’t be here. I am saying that as the pill I had to swallow has been hard but it made a new person out of me, in regards to that particular department. Every asshole has been going through this transitional point I am thinking today after what has happened.
This night has also been the time I told her what I was thinking about her s~~~. I was as blunt, honest and clear as I could have been with 5 l beer in me. Guys, understand one thing, the more you call her out on her bulls~~~ s~~~ the more they are drawn to you. I couldn’t get her off of me that night. I literally had to unwrap myself off her. She threw a little fighting in it became clear that I was not interested in a relationship with her and that I pulled myself out of this ship. I tell you this guys, sitting her sleepy :), the times are over that they decide who will f~~~ them or who will be in a relationship with them.
Before all of it, I told her that I don’t want to have sex with her on the first night together, because I have made bad experiences with that. Now, I told her, she has to put out soon, it’s already the second time we have been in bed together, putting Tom’s 3 times and you are out rule to the test. All the time my friend has been in the room, sleeping on the floor 🙂 Oh, let me mention that I slapped her butt numerous times. I’ll show you who’s boss bitch.
Because my friend was sleeping in my dorm I could not f~~~ her that night, but I knew, it was just a question of days.
As I knew, 4 days later here it was. Another party I was with friends (the biggest of the campus). It was a great party. I made an entrance talking to our dorm house 11 what a crazy chic she is and grabbing her butt as we were moving along through the masses of people. It was 2:30 am, I said goodbye to my friends and headed home. As I was undressing and getting ready for bed I heard someone knocking on the door. Here we have her, drunken out of her mind attention whore. Let me describe that for you, as you don’t fall for attention grabbing whores the next time you see one. They will act as they will get hurt in every second. Remember she is in her late 20s, soon hitting the “wall” ;). They well purposly trying to grab your attention by acting out stupid moves and there-similar. They will act as they are not responsible when something happens to them, although all the time are very aware of the situations and manoeuvers they are putting themselves in. In this case it was a chimney on our rooftop she has been climbing under loud commentary as I was talking with a friend. Don’t show them any attention. They are fully aware of the show they are putting on. If you are falling for their bulls~~~, you will get hurt, let me repeat that for you, you will get hurt and you will thank me later for this advice. I played the f~~~ing white f~~~ing assknight before. Time is up bitches. Everybody is old enough to care for themselves. They want to have the saying and manipulate you, but are living like children who can not hold responsibility for anything. Well guess what bitches, I don’t take any of your s~~~ serious.
I was half undressed as I was about to go to bed, as she was trying to drag me out onto the rooftop. Why? Maybe to embarrass me in front of our friend. I didn’t wanted to come, but I enjoy being on our rooftop and my friend has also been at the party, so we had stuff to talk about.
It came to, that she came down and we started to kiss. Now it was her initiative as she dragged me into my dorm room. We f~~~ed that night and as soon as I was done with her I threw her out. She tried to cuddle and tell me that she doesn’t want anybody else but me, but I told her 10 times, that she has to leave now and that it would be better. Luckily there was a small incident I had to go out of the room. I told her that she had to be gone when I am coming back. That gave me the perfect opportunity to free myself off of her. I came back and she was dressed 🙂
In the morning she came to my door, I couldn’t sleep because of the heat, and said we should talk. I told her that I am not fit to talk now and that we would do it later the day. Needless to say, I didn’t say anything anymore. So last weekend came, I send her a text, felt like, ok we had sex, lets tell her again, what I have already told her numerous times. I can’t change her, called her out on her double lane driving game with me and her ex or whatever that is.
I just asked if she is there on sunday. She replied yes and I didn’t replied anything anymore 🙂
If she wanted to talk, she had to come to my place. I didn’t. If we would talk I would tell her again all the s~~~.
And so it ends. She came in my room, looking very confused as she hasn’t met somebody like myself in years probably and I told her once again what I was thinking about her meeting up with her ex boyfriend after she confessed her feelings to me and spoke about a relationship. To the details:
She tried manipulating me with an outrageous statement I will spare you now, but was intended for me to bite on to. I didn’t and asked her why she was thinking that. After the third time asking her that, without coming up with any arguments she knew I am not letting myself be handled like the little puff she has been together with.
And believe it or not, she tried to tell me that, with 28 years, she had only had sex within a relationship. I told her that I was not believing in the easter bunny and Santa Claus and that she was again bulls~~~ting. What a piece of garbage s~~~.
Sorry for speeling or gramatical mishaps. It is not my first language and it has been ages since I learned it in school.
You need to find another girl to have sex with and make sure she’s there when you do. Maybe she’ll get the point when she sees you with another woman.
"If pussy was a stock it would be plummeting right now because you've flooded the market with it. You're giving it away too easy." - Dave Chapelle
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