On a more serious note. I’m not an absolute expert at this. That kind of stuff is reserved for the far more experienced chaps here. I’m still cutting my teeth-I suppose. But what I will say is that it never has been a requirement to scream it to the rooftops so everyone knows. I feel like the impact WOULD be far greater if one simply decided to partake in the lifestyle and let me recognize it out of their own observation. And not that you are at all entitled to spread the word (it doesn’t work like that anyway), but I feel like going about it in that way also opens the eyes of other potential MGTOW.

Regardless, I’m sure most of us have been there at one point or another. Sorry you had to reach a conclusion in that way. Some of the greatest lessons are the hardest ones to learn.

I was ‘adrift’ for a few years … but … now and then a person of light comes my way and after a while they may become a friend.

My dying uncle told me ‘if you can count true friends on the fingers of one hand, you have a good life’

I have three ….. plus god knows how many mgtow ☺

Up to this point I have kept my beliefs, MGTOW, a secret, only sharing with a couple of people. I did this so that I would not upset anybody, I don’t particularly enjoy making people unconfortable. Last. F~~~ing. Straw. I came home for the summer, only to have some previous classmates over for a pre-game, before hitting up a club. I only Invited two, 16 arrived. They drank my liquor, smoked in my porch, and somebody actually stole my god damn headphones. I was mad enough, but then the promise of free drinks and free cover at the club soothed me. Nope, had to pay for my drink as well as my close friend’s, and cover that I didn’t even have money for. To make matters worse all night I had been getting eye-f~~~ed by pretentious c~~~-bags, only to find them drink and “await my arrival”. Nope, that’s it. I was pretty upset, but it came to a boiling point where one of the cum-buckets actually said: “You haven’t gotten with any of the girls here, are you gay?”. She said those exact words. I walked away, and had a shot of aguardiente (colombian schnapps). Bitch followed me, frustrated that I wasn’t giving her the time of day. “Are you gay?” she kept asking, I snapped, and I think this time for good. One fracture that just doesn’t heal. “If you were the last bitch on the planet, I’d rather f~~~ a wall.” I didn’t even pay attention to what happened next, I can only assume she returned to the hive with news of a d-bag. Stopped caring to be truly honest, f~~~ chicks, f~~~ manginas, f~~~ 80% of the god damn population, I just want some decent company, with people that have a slight intellect. “The more I learn about people, the more I prefer my dog”

Man wtf was that s~~~ all about? But yeah, its a lesson learned, just another red pill in your jar just as mine gets another every now and then.

Too bad the idea of a woman providing true comfort to a wounded man exists only in the romance novels, video games and movies. Too bad reality is harsh.

It happens everytime… something of which you’ll be seeing a lot of as a MGTOW.

Just go the MGTOW way and stop giving two f~~~s about it.

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To be honest, you should of immediately kicked out the uninvited guests… and maybe the ones who invited them…
No real friend would invite anyone with out letting you know; it’s just common courtesy.

I don’t remember who I heard it from – Tower or Keymaster, but I remembered the line and will use it at the first opportunity: – Are you gay? – I’m not telling. Get on your knees and you will find out

I think it was “Get on your knees, take your t~~~ out, open your mouth and let’s find out.”

“Get on your knees, take your t~~~ out, open your mouth and let’s find out.”

Someone paid attention! lol awesome.

….. and then finish it off with:
“And then you can tell my crotch how gay I am, honey. Would love to see it.”

To make matters worse all night I had been getting eye-f~~~ed by pretentious c~~~-bags, only to find them drink and “await my arrival”. Nope, that’s it. I was pretty upset, but it came to a boiling point where one of the cum-buckets actually said: “You haven’t gotten with any of the girls here, are you gay?”. She said those exact words. I walked away, and had a shot of aguardiente (colombian schnapps). Bitch followed me, frustrated that I wasn’t giving her the time of day. “Are you gay?” she kept asking, I snapped, and I think this time for good. One fracture that just doesn’t heal. “If you were the last bitch on the planet, I’d rather f~~~ a wall.” I didn’t even pay attention to what happened next, I can only assume she returned to the hive with news of a d-bag.  

I don’t think those trash bags would have the courage to approach me and as that dumb ass question.

You should of told her to G.F.H.