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I have a directive in my life: Never women from work. Coworkers, women from other departments, from other offices, suppliers, customers, all the value chain up and down.
But then again, sometimes one has to learn the lesson the hard way.
A cute little number. Long hair, jet black, all the way to the end of her back. Thin (what it used to be called “curvy in the right places”), 110lbs with an ass asking to be made an example of. She turned heads around the office.
I took her out on a date, with the sole intention to preparing her for the next, more sexual date. The date went well. No kissing or anything as I planned.
The next day she came to my office asking me if I could rent her my place for a month. That made me realize instantly that something wasn’t right, but I didn’t want to jump into any wrong conclusion. It was also clear that she did not want me around during that month, so I accept to let her stay in my place and told her what the rent was.
During that month I stayed in another lady friend’s place who was only too happy to have me around for a whole month.
Two weeks later she told me that she had some personal problem and would not be able to pay the rent…and that is when I put my foot down.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew then and there that I was not going to get laid, nor would I see a penny. You see, if I could get sex out of the deal that could be one thing, but no sex and no money? Oh no sir.
Since it was obvious to me she took me for some beta, I played the part all too well. I told her that, since she had no cash, we could go to HR to ask for an advance of her next payslip. She said that this could not be, but I insisted with a smile, pointing out in the direction of the HR office. “I am sure they will understand, and I am sure they will make a repayment plan for you”.
When she realized I meant business she got really agitated and told me that she was going to sort out the problem on her own. That very afternoon she literally threw at my desk two weeks rent, and told me she was moving out. I asked her to make sure the apartment was clean and tidy, for otherwise since she had no money I would have to send the bill directly to HR.
I could tell you that she got the money from some other beta. The notes were not tidy as when you take them off an ATM. I could also tell you that from day 1 she had no intention to pay me. I could further tell you that this was not the first time she pulled such scam off.
Needless to say, I now know better. This was years ago, and could go very wrong. I was lucky, but I will not press my luck further. Still, I smile whenever I remember that time when I put my foot down.
*losing buzzer sound*
Coffee date, of course. I haven’t invite a woman for anything more than a coffee for over 15 years.
Handled like a boss.
Its’ rather surpising, but when you really need to, you can say anything you want to anyone if you say it with enough authority. Most women aren’t expecting that either.
It hit me like a ton of bricks.
A friend of mine recently said – on his own! – “you know . . . . women see us like tools”.
I just said “you’re just realizing this NOW?” and continued eating and listening. He was putting it together all by himself. I just smiled as he went on.
I put my foot down.
I generally err on the side of being a little too “gentlemanly” – until provoked. If she starts any s~~~, she’s gonna lose.
A long time ago I was out on a date, and felt like having a cigarette with my drink. So I went to the bar and bought a pack. I lit up and she said, “OK I can’t stand that. Please put that out.” Usually I am very considerate of others, and my programming made me reach for the ashtray to butt it.
But something came over me. I was buying the drinks, so I realized I didn’t HAVE to put it out. And if she didn’t LIKE it, she could LEAVE. So that’s what I told her. I’m gonna enjoy my smoke and my drink and that’s final.
She didn’t leave, either. What does that tell you?
I guess she liked me. But really it was just about telling me what to do.It’s a small example, and I have many dozens more, but it was one of the first times I didn’t give a s~~~ about being considerate of others for a change. And it felt terrific.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.I haven’t invite a woman for anything more than a coffee for over 15 years.
One of the last real “dates” I ever went on was enough to permanently decide I am DONE with bitches. I drove her out to the ocean – took about an hour to get there. Nice place by the sea where you can watch dolphins jumping, and drink by the water in the sunset.
I already know there are 10,000 other women who would give their eye teeth to go on a date like that, so complaining about anything was going to get her nowhere.
As soon as we sit, she complains that the sunlight is going give her freckles. Are you f~~~ing kidding me? And now she wants to go over by the noise because they are playing “house music”. Fine. I caved and we moved to accommodate her f~~~ing freckles.
She flung her bag around and knocked my drink over INTO MY bag which had my iPhone, car remote, wallet and everything else. I was not impressed and she could tell. She started giggling like “OMG I can’t believe you’re upset about that?”. I blankly looked her straight in the face.
( Just TRY me, bitch. )
“OMG you’re really SCARING me right now”.
“Then let’s get you home.”.
We pass the hostess on the way out, and she says to her – in front of a lineup of people waiting – “if anything happens to me tonight . . . HE did it.”
What a C~~~.
So everyone can hear it, I say:
“Don’t worry. She’s gonna call you a cab. Because I refuse to be alone with you for one more second.”
I’m internally shaking with anger right now , but I know the cab (and her mistake) will cost her AT LEAST $75.
“I was just kidding.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t drive you anywhere if you were GROWING ON MY ASS.”
Now she’ll feeling like a piece of s~~~ in front of people waiting to be seated. The cab arrives, and I stuff the last wet $12 I have into her breast pocket. Then I give the driver my card to charge $20 and make it clear that it’s a tip so that he will phone me when he drops her off safely – and it’s not to be used towards the fare. She’s in the back seat steaming because she lost , and I was the better man.
Normally I would have at least driven her home as a basic civil duty. But I know what women are capable of when they are loser c~~~s, and she didn’t deserve to know me. The cab driver eventually called, and I had a receipt of it so she could make no claim – and I had witnesses.
Putting your foot down is a close second to giving her the boot – but good.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.Masterly, KM.
Anonymous3While not as dramatic, I started putting my foot down in smaller parts of my life. As I started closing doors here and there, and minimizing the amount of exposure to unwanted or unnecessary people and things in life, I found that I needed to put down my foot less.
Problems will come to you; I don’t really seek out conflict. But when I started developing a blacklist, a filter towards types of people I know or business I know that won’t work out long term, it saves a lot of dramatic and avoidable strife from happening.
A good example, although minor to yours, was I was buying hard copies of some books I wanted from a large book retailer. The cashier was a blonde woman, I could guess roughly in her mid twenties to early thirties. I know how marketing works, and how cashiers have incentives to sign people up for their rewards programs, but I didn’t want none of that.
I don’t care about how you don’t have a good job in the first place, and how you are going to use me as a pawn so you can get some extra cash to do who knows what.
I don’t want to deal with untraceable or spoofed phone calls coming out of nowhere.
I don’t want my name on a marketing list.
I don’t want you to share my identity, my data, and ass rape me, with the proposal of supposedly saving money.
As I continued to say no, I noticed her demeanor and body language started changing from enthusiastic, to frustration, and then disappointment. Well, I congratulate her on a job well done, since I’ll never come back ever again, and I’ll support local book stores.
The only dates I go on nowadays are when I pick the ladies up to go to the airport. I always put my foot down so I can get rid of them as soon as possible. The best part is they always pay as well.
Women are so bad, if they changed the law so I kept the house, I still wouldn't marry one. I'd rather be homeless.
I was 20, in a relationship, and just discovered MGTOW. I was still fresh to the idea that a man is not, as keymaster stated, “a tool to women use”, which was the equivalent to me and my “girlfriend” at said time. I had started to becone aware of all the ways she used sex to manipulate my decisions, to do things I did not want to do.
I had taken her to some clinic, for what I don’t remember. She had too many mental and physical problems to point out. Not 2 minutes after driving we had already started arguing, and the ensuing 40 minute wait in the parking lot did not help the awkwardness. I couldn’t stand being around this young c~~~ any longer.
When the time for her to go inside came, I knew what had to be done. I opened up MGTOW, and reviewed all the most fundamental ideas. I wanted to be firm in my actions. She got back, and I told her we were not going to hang out that night. She laughed and thought I was joking..oh I wasn’t.
When we got to her house, I told her to have a good night. She asked if I was “f~~~ing serious”. I told her yes, and she delivered the ultimate of all s~~~ tests: “If I’m leaving I’m breaking up with you.” She had nothing to offer me at this point. I told her to get the f~~~ out and that I’ve had enough of her bulls~~~, and to take her f~~~ing attitude with her. She sobbed her way out of my car and childishly threw her ice capp at the ground.
I drove my way home, crying manly MGTOW tears. NO is a strong word, and there’s usually a lot of pent up emotion that goes along with it. She called me back multiple times, the answer was the same. This was the first time I was ever single by choice. I never looked back.
Brother, we need to stick together.
More than 20 years ago, as a much younger and more tolerant man, I helped a girl I was dating set up a business. She was a hair dresser (I know, I know. This is the first giant red flag). Her employer was going broke and she was afraid of her paycheck bouncing. We agreed that a business loan would be the best thing for her, her credit history, her business etc. But she needed to act more quickly than a business loan could be approved. I told her I would loan her the 12k to set up her own place for the 2 or 3 months it took the process to complete, then she could use the business loan to pay me back and then make payments per the terms of that loan. I put the things she needed on my credit card as I didn’t have that cash at the time. She agreed to pay the minimum on the credit card for the month or two that it took for her to get her loan.
We set up her salon and it went very well. She was in the black (needing no further operating money from loans) by the end of the first month. But she wasn’t paying me the minimum, and she was getting increasingly bitchy when I would bring it up. Finally, she got p~~~ed off one day and said, “you know, we don’t have anything written down here!”. The intended message was clear: I didn’t have a written contract to make her pay me back. She was threatening not to pay me back. <CHECK>
I backed off and let that slide for a few days until she calmed down a bit. The next time it came up, I explained to her that we actually DID have something in writing. What we had were bunch of credit card receipts for sinks and mirrors and dryers and all the other s~~~…with my name on them. I further explained that she could continue to use MY salon equipment if she chose to pay me for it. Otherwise, I would be repossessing that s~~~ and selling it to pay the credit card companies. <CHECK>
She got pretty p~~~ed off and we didn’t speak for a couple days while she sought advice of the hive. The hive explained to her that she had nothing in writing to show that any of that s~~~ belonged to her, and that I was probably going to do what I said I would do, which would make her unemployed. ‘
When she came back to talk to me about it, she was still in manipulation mode. She said she was afraid to pay me back because she thought I would abandon plans to marry her if I had my money (after helping her and being threatened, she was f~~~ing right!). She said if I would give her a ring, and promise to marry her, and set a wedding date, she would get the business loan and pay me back. <CHECK>
My response: “I can’t buy you a ring because I haven’t started my medical career yet so I don’t have any money. The only way I can buy you a ring is to put it on my credit card. But that’s impossible because my card is max’d out from all the salon equipment that you haven’t kept your promise to pay me for. If you break that promise and don’t pay me back, I’m not going to be all that inspired to marry you, and it won’t even be possible to buy you a ring anyway…”. <CHECK MATE>
The story ends with me getting every dollar of my money.
She did not get the ring.
(Because after all, we did not have anything in writing that said I was going to buy her a ring…)
😉
Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you
(Because after all, we did not have anything in writing that said I was going to buy her a ring…)
And that’s the name of that tune.
Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.
Years ago when I was dating, I had a fiancée I flew down to Florida to meet my mom. I had already made dinner reservations for my family at nice restaurant.
My fiancée was an hour late getting ready and was behaving like a real bitch. At dinner, she was rude to my mom. And she hit on my brother.
After my family left, I drove this lady to the airport and sent her home on the next plane out.
She was done.I’ve had one or two girlfriends borrow money.
And believe it or not, they never wanted to repay the money. With the first girlfriend, I just walked away. I took the second girlfriend to small claims court. Never loan money to women.One woman I was dating simply assumed I’d pay for new brakes in her car. After she’d dropped it off and I was driving her home, she told me to make sure I was at least X number of dollars below the limit on my credit card. When I asked why, she said “The car will be ready Thursday and that’s how much they said it will cost.”
The tone of the afternoon drastically changed after that and on Thursday she went to pick up her car all alone.
Another woman, whom I had been seeing casually and not even exclusively, became very excited when I announced I was relocating for work to the West Coast. It didn’t take too long for me to determine her excitement was due to the mistaken assumption she would be moving with me.
I relocated alone but not before witnessing a very childish temper tantrum which almost approached the infamous “I wanna go to the lake!” YouTube clip.
Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.
Wow…this thread is exploding. Thanks guys for putting your stories out there.
(stupid mode ON) I have noticed that virtually every story has money on it, direct or indirectly. I am not sure if you guys are picking these stories specifically, or that women seem to see us as walking wallets. Furthermore, I have notice their confidence and self-assurance on the fact that they are not paying back.
I have borrowed money in the past, never to friends, but from banks. And whenever I signed a loan all my focus goes into paying it back. In one occasion I took 3 jobs to pay a mortgage, not because I could not pay it back with my current job, but because I wanted to kill it ASAP. It is a matter of character, I believe. I wonder why women don’t seem to have such moral compass.
Then I realize the truth. They grew up with people giving them things for nothing. We grew up in the falsehood that we must act like white knights. Indeed, we have all been born in the matrix, myself included.
No wonder their surprise when we put the foot down. Is like being awaken from a spell.
I want to share a story not related to money. One that I am very proud of and that happens when I was a teen. I told it before but not specifically under this light.
It was summer and I was 17. I was introduced to a new group of people that gathered around a gated community not far from where I lived. There I met the most beautiful girl I have seen in real life up until then, and still one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in my life. Sinatra said it best: Tall, tan, young and lovely.
With a giant blue pill tied up in my back I wanted to befriend her, be respectful and nice to her, in the hopes that she would notice I like her and like me back (see note 1).
Things were going well. She loved to meet me and spend time with me, and I knew one day she will know I like her (see note 2).
Then a bad boy came to the crew. Immediately he noticed her and she, as explained to me later, “fell under his spell” (see note 3).
I was heartbroken but pretended that everything was ok (see note 4). Then, days later, the miracle happened: One night, running back home with a huge pouring rain that actually felt good since we were in summer, I met her. Neither of us had umbrella and she looked even more beautiful with all her hair wet.
She asked me to help her break his spell by actually kissing her. In fact, she literally jumped at me and tried to kiss me. And I pushed her away. I put my foot down. If I wasn’t good enough then, sure I was not good enough now.
DIRECTOR’S CUT (ONLY FOR REDPILLERS)
Note 1: She knew 5 minutes after she met me that I liked her. Furthermore, she was fully aware of her beauty and the effects on men. She pretended not to know because she loved that game.
Note 2: She loved to talk and talk and have someone showering her with undivided attention. She just wanted to spend time with a minion.
Note 3: Like every single woman in this world, she got wet when a real man was around. A real man meaning someone with a spine, not afraid of making demands and now willing to take any white knight BS. Actually, it was then when I began to learn to be a “bad boy”.
Note 4: She knew I was heartbroken as she told me afterwards. She just did not care because she thought she could have me anytime.
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