Roadtrip!!!

[Anonymous 43]

My neighbor and his wife are going on a road trip. He packed 1 medium sized duffle and is sitting in the car patiently waiting. His wife packed 5 flowery looking suitcases and has been in the apartment futzing around checking windows, unplugging everything, picking s~~~ up…I see all this through the open door.

I take out the trash and I ask stupidly going on a roadtrip? yup, if my wife ever gets out here.

I told him the best roadtrips are close the door, turn the key and go until the sun sets. He says what about my wife? I said for you the best road trips are close the door, turn the key and go.

He just stood there, not believing what I just implied…leave the c~~~ at home. As if that thought never ever crossed his mind. If it did cross his mind, his c~~~ would have crushed him in a vice.

He was waiting in the front passenger seat. Riding bitch in a Cruze. What a miserable f~~~. He looked defeated…like going to mother in laws for Easter dinner.

She strode out to the car with the look of a woman with his b~~~~ in her purse. She checked more s~~~ in the trunk and interrogated him about where several things were packed.

Humiliating. I remember getting the same treatment when I was married.

I took a road trip yesterday. I closed the door, turned the key and drove. All the way to the garden spot of the Texas Panhandle…Amarillo. Book store, music store, a restaurant with fresh salad and a bitchin steak, men’s clothing store, and overnight in a hotel with a pool and a hottub. OMG no one to bitch about anything, it was delightful. I played the music I wanted in the car, ate and drank what I wanted, stopped to check stuff out. Hell, I even drove 90 miles an hour for a while, and no one was there to scream in terror.

Too bad I had to come home and finish packing. S~~~.

[Greg HondaParticipant 6406]

If I had serious money I would do the same. No budget means no restrictions on accomodation and duration of stay. Not having to please anyone else adds to the freedom of action.

Sounds like a good idea.

I feel sorry for your neighbour. One thing that struck me in your story, was the fact you openly challenged him as to his Freedom being a married man.

Are we getting more confident in expressing our views?

It's Time to get Wise

[Anonymous 43]

I think I was just being saucy. He knows I’m not married, and I can do what I want. He is tied to his wife. For all I know, she is a unicorn, but just looking at her, and him, she runs things with a tight fist.

[joetechParticipant]

I remember my road trip. Seattle to San Diego, then San Diego to South Carolina. What a glorious, relaxing trip it was! Now, I can cruise to wherever I want whenever I want. The married guys used to gloat about how great married life was, right up until their wife served them with divorce papers. Then, they would come to me for advice. Can you believe that? Now I just stay in the shadows and let them wallow in their self pity. I think I’ll take a road trip to North Carolina next.

"Don't follow in my footsteps...I stepped in something."

[RoyDalParticipant]

I have to make sure the dog is settled in the front seat. Otherwise, we’re gone.

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

[rebelandboltmanParticipant 640]

I will definitely be taking a road trip. And it will be in a touring bike!

[CombatRollParticipant 2594]

Anonymous wrote:

He was waiting in the front passenger seat. Riding bitch in a Cruze. What a miserable f~~~. He looked defeated…like going to mother in laws for Easter dinner.

She strode out to the car with the look of a woman with his b~~~~ in her purse. She checked more s~~~ in the trunk and interrogated him about where several things were packed.

Humiliating. I remember getting the same treatment when I was married.

Some of our most epic fights are from road trips: She says, “Lets leave early – like 6 am”. So, I’m ready and she isn’t. Finally at 9:30 I’m sitting in the car laying on the horn. Then I get the “you’re and A HOLE” treatment.

Then 10 minutes after we leave the kids are hungry.

So I force them to hunger strike until the first one has to pee.

Then she says, “I get motion sickness if I can’t drive”. Letting her drive is like letting Dory from Nemo drive. She nearly kills us.

I finally got smart: I would schedule a business trip and drive separately and meet them there. I didn’t give a f~~~ how late she was – in fact the later the damn better.

[Sky-OParticipant 18936]

When I had a super slut living at my house, we had to leave in the morning for a trip to Cancun.

Little Miss Gotta Leave Early – for the airport that was literally 15 minutes from my house, woke me up almost four hours before we were even going to leave for the airport.

I had to put all of the luggage in her car. Followed by standing there while she ‘got ready!’

And she was running around like a rabid chipmunk on crack.

With still plenty of time to go and her delaying and going hyper-manic:

I walked over to my neighbor’s house when I saw him standing on his deck. I offered him $20 to take me to the airport and he was laughing on the way there when I told him what was going on.

Fast forward a half hour later, I got out of his car, walked into the airport, found a restaurant and sat down and had breakfast and a shot of Jager.

With plenty of time to still go before we even had to check in, I was watching the news on a screen in the restaurant enjoying a Widmer IPA at 9am and my phone rang.

It was her calling, thinking I was somewhere in the house or backyard. She said ‘Hey, lets go! But I have to stop at the mall on our way to pick something up.’

I just said ‘Cool. I’m already here. Just had breakfast.’

Then there was total, dead silence followed by ‘What!?’

And I told her I had been at the airport for the last two hours since I know how important it is to be ready and prepared.

She said ‘You son of a bitch!!’ and hung up.

I knew at that point that at the very least, because I had p~~~ed her off, once we got to the hotel in Mexico that it was going to be a full on hate-f~~~ fest.

An hour later, my phone rang again and it was her telling me where she parked so I could come get the luggage.

When I got there, she didn’t say a word. You could see the rage. LOL

Not a word said on the plane or on the way to the hotel in Cancun. Then when we got in the room she said ‘I really hate you right now. Don’t even touch me. . .’

Which was her staged activation code sequence for me to re-wire her brain. And I twisted her arm behind her back as she tried hiding her smile, lifted her spring dress up, pulled her thong to the side and proceeded to bang her for over an hour.

And amazingly, she went back to being in a good mood in time for dinner.

Never let them control a schedule or logistics.

They need direction. And when that is not possible, just go rogue.

Sky-0

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