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Anyone around my age of 57 should recognize that movie title – it shows you how much certain people didn’t like it because it’s now called “Never Give an Inch” which completely changes your initial impression of the movie. It had Paul Newman and Henry Fonda as hard-hitting lumbermen who dealt with all kinds of problems because they refuse to knuckle under to unionization demands. Anyway, I thought of this movie because an unforgettable scene epitomizes the way I know feel about the way so many females treat us – it’s the scene where Fonda’s accidentally dismembered arm is rigged on a boat sailing past union workers angry because Newman is bringing lumber to the market – and the money shot at the end is of the hand, arranged in the shape of the FU sign, which got the reaction from the union workers that Newman wanted.
I’ve been dismembered emotionally by females early and often, because at the time beginning from when I was a teenager I had swallowed the blue pill. I thought all of the usual crap about them, had to treat them well, pay for stuff, place them before yourself, and of course always be a nice guy because that’s what they want. Until I was 33 I had mostly short-term encounters, no LTR, simply because as soon as they realized that I was genuinely nice and caring they were out the door, into the arms of the nearest scumbag with a hard-on. By this time I had learned the truth about how men wrest the balance of power from women the older you get, as I ran into the Walled Ones without even knowing what the Wall was except a Pink Floyd album – pretty females my age who wouldn’t have given me a second glance now even asked me out, not a large number but enough to make me wonder what the hell was going on. I did eventually have an LTR with one but the cheating reared its ugly head and I got out of it, since I didn’t want to get married at that point. After we broke up she taunted me with “I’d slept with 8 guys when I was with you” which made me laugh out loud (which p~~~ed her off even more) because you can only hurt someone who still gives a sh1t. Mind you, I still did at that time want marriage even though I never wanted children, because I was conditioned to think that was how I’d be happy, especially in later life with companionship.
During these years I lived well beneath my means though I did have a nice car and some toys and had a condo, but because of my conservative financial leanings I just instinctively saved the yearly maximum into my retirement plans (I had a Subchapter S corp as I was an independent consultant in the IT industry, a mainframe dinosaur, but very much in demand back then, especially with that Y2K potential disaster looming – thanks for that!). In addition, I saved a lot of discretionary income to the point where in any given year I would have saved between 40 to 50% of the gross income, not the net. When you do this as long as I do it becomes a way of life. Naturally I still was going out on dates but at some point all of the BS women throw at you begin not to stick anymore and regardless of what they did my DEW radar (Dingbat Early Warning) became a lot better at detecting what she was doing, and then I realized that almost all of them were the same. Concurrent with my exit from my only LTR, I decided to move to another state and was given the option of continuing to work for the company from HOME – this was back in the late 1990s when that kind of job really was rare. Naturally I took it, moved to a low-taxes and mortgage state (KS) from a brutally expensive northeastern state and I was able to save even more of my income, paying for a modest home outright. Due to saving all the overtime in 1998-1999 for Y2K consulting (brutal hours), I was able to retire in 2003 at 46.
But I jumped the gun in this story – prior to moving to KS a fellow co-worker came on to me big-time, gorgeous blue-eyed brunette, a good 9, in her early 30s. Prior to this she had shown no interest and I was not eating where I crapped so I never approached her, but I got caught up in the attention she showered me with and the pussy and eventually I proposed. I had rings, a civil ceremony planned, the marriage license, clothes, planned honeymoon, the whole 9 yards. She assured me often she didn’t want children. So she flies out to KS to see me for a week, we bang like crazy and all is fine – until the 2nd to last night when she cried because she’d wanted me to take my condom off so she could have my baby. WTF??? I then turned the light on and just looked at her face, clearly and without blinders on, and realized she was literally bat s~~~ crazy. She then proceeded to tell me she’d been seeing an Alpha physician back in that NE state and banging him, and that was the moment it hit me that she was using me to drive him into an LTR/marriage with her, and as it turned out that’s exactly what she did because the poor chump met her at the airport when she flew back and later proposed.That’s why a 9 was willing to bang a guy like me – so she could taunt the Alpha to be with her. When the full implication of this premeditated emotional crime hit me, it was devastating, not to my sense of self-worth but to my whole world view of women. Gone were the wedding rings (gold only, donated them to an Indian charity with instructions to melt them down for the gold), gone was this manipulative bitch and gone were all my previous illusions and delusions about women. Some weeks after she left I got one last gift from her – a positive diagnosis of herpes. It was at that point I just had to laugh at my ignorance of these kind of psychos because what else could I do? I let months pass before even thinking of dating again, and when I did you would think I’d have learned my lesson about 9s (my new German rule for them is NINE? NEIN!) but nope, another gorgeous and fit blonde 9 contacted me on an online dating site and we went out and screwed (safely) for a few weeks. Most interesting two things about her she’d never mentioned before I met her and had already screwed? She was a recovering crack addict and some years back had gone on a 3 day cocaine-fueled sex bender in a hotel room with a few professional football players from the local area. THAT was all I needed, I had had enough because even though I was enjoying myself without female companionship, when I opened the door and let one in they ended up bringing me nothing but lies and pain, and also of course an STD.
I want to stress that my childhood was fine – my father was a bit stern but he was always there and my mother was a classic, a great lady. I was never looking for her in dating, though, I just thought women in general would be that way in my naïve blue pill phase.
So since that last crapfest I have sometimes had one night stands but these have become more and more infrequent. There’s always porn for when I’m thinking maybe I should call Miss X up and then I realize the reason I’m not with her is because it isn’t fun. FUN. WTF is so hard about having FUN??? And talk, talk, talk – I don’t give a sh1t about your girlfriends’ problems, your cat’s diabetes (yes, this bitch’s cat was so fat it had that!), your cousin’s marriage, your choice of clothes, blah blah fking blah. All the time, 24/7, hell, even talk radio hosts take a break every now and then!
I’ve been retired now for over 11 years and loving it, doing what I want when I want. My mother was smart enough to get me to be self-sufficient with cooking, laundry, cleaning, etc., and man has that come in handy and helped save money! At some point I may decide to re-engage with females along the philosophical level of Keymaster, docfender and others but right now I truly do not miss the company of women. I do not hate them, any more than I have any reason to hate a rabid wolverine in heat, I just realize now what they say is definitely not what they really think and more importantly what they DO. You simply cannot trust what most women tell you and that goes for anything – sometimes I think they lie just so they can keep talking. The definition of eternity to a woman is a 5 second pause in a conversation.
I look at it this way – that cheating bitch of a fiancé did me a great favor as she could have married me before divorcing me and getting my sh1t, and she did it before I even became aware of how the American legal system works with women to financially and emotionally rape men. At 57 I would have to be completely stupid to ever want to risk a marriage contract with an irrational, immature human being whose future whim could destroy what I’ve worked so hard to achieve – financial stability and happiness. And at my age there are a LOT of women out there willing to act however necessary to lock their future up by extracting resources out of your work, not hers, because she’s been too busy fking and sking and leeching off other men who have now deserted her in her post-Wall years. They can hide ‘crazy’ for a lot longer than I thought anyone could and I don’t want to be a victim of it.
That’s my story. I was so glad to have discovered this site because while I’d already learned a lot of the precepts the hard way, I hadn’t learned all of them and I am glad (and sorry) to see so many of my brothers becoming MGTOW, a term I’d never even heard of until a few weeks ago when the following article was posted online. And I’ve learned that what I’d never had a name for is real, is normal and most importantly it’s right …
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Anonymous42@GoneGalt, I like it here, it’s like a race track, you’re the driver, you get feminism drafting you, make your turn, and watch the playback as she hits the wall……………..I like your driving!
PS. One more thing, nice post, and nice gynotomic collider you have there, I enjoyed the bombardment of clitons! It was refreshing here in my cuncesium 137 bunker!
GoneGalt: wow man. thanks for sharing your story. they went back and changed the movie title? jesus christ man. they won’t even leave the titles of old movies alone???
i’ve had similar experiences with dating at this age and much of it the same for me….we men go in hoping for the best, only to see that the new woman is just the same as all the rest. i’m with you man…after enough let downs in a row, throwing in the towel makes the most sense.
Thanks, guys. Yeah, @ListenUp!, I think someone high up got the movie renamed because the first name (also the name of the book) was a celebration of the independence of the Stamper logging family who simply wanted to be left alone from unionization, and by renaming it they give the movie a negative connotation about the Stampers being obstinate and stubborn. I don’t really know though, I just really like that movie.
Yeah, too many rounds in the ring with the woman hiding a horseshot in her glove, after a while I wised up and stopped treating them like they were special – they’re not.
Here’s a bit of analysis. You clearly have a strong ability to delay gratification. That is something sorely lacking in today’s society. Very, VERY few people are able to see beyond the next paycheck. It is tragic that, in a time when we have more freedom and potential power than every in human history, we are also myopically blinded by the present moment, and seeking satisfaction in that moment.
But not you. You could have been spending your hard-earned money on hookers and blow, fast food and cheap thrills, for decades, and you have held back.
So tell me this. Why the F~~~ does a woman being a 9 make her such a catch to you? Why can’t you suck it up and marry an ugly woman?
I don’t say this as a critic, but as someone who has the same weakness/tendency.
I call it the Attila the Hun factor. We as males have a very strong initial pull towards highly suitable physical specimens. Here’s why: Up until a couple hundred years ago, life was short and brutal. Females were highly valued and protected by all successful societies because they were where new members of the society came from. Males were the providers and protectors, and didn’t spend a lot of time sitting around snuggling with females, or working with them as partners.
In order for a male to reproduce, he just had to hit the right cervix with his semen, and BAM he’d made it over the evolutionary hurdle. It was all up to the female from then on.
But think about a good old raping-and-pillaging raid on a village back then. You, as a male, are going to spend a few hours in completely unfamiliar territory, and on THIS day, you get one really good shot at putting a baby in a woman, then maybe a couple more mediocre shots. So when you look out over a sea of a couple hundred begging, pleading females, after you’ve slaughtered the male adults, how do you make sure your seed finds the best purchase? You need young, fit, healthy and with good bone structure. That’s really the only criteria you can POSSIBLY evaluate out of a crowd situation like that.
So we as males developed a very strong pull towards looks. Not because a pretty woman makes a good mate, but because a pretty woman is probably your best bet if you want to rape your way into the history books like marauders did for millennia.
But NOW, this is our f~~~ing weakness. We have a very hard time evaluating mates for long-term suitability. It goes against a LONG period of evolution where we didn’t give a f~~~ about mates, and the imperative was to jet our sperm into the most accommodating vessel available on THAT particular victorious raid. Because we didn’t know if we’d be alive, much less married, in 9 months.
I should note that the above discussion makes us extremely vulnerable to manipulation, because our brains have hair-trigger attraction instincts. Have you ever considered how ludicrous it is that women can use paint, fake hair, manipulative garments, and drive a man sexually crazy? They use f~~~ing COSTUMES to trap us. And it works, because we still have gorilla-brains when it comes to mating.
As a result, we have all kinds of intense desires and feelings on what women consider very shallow levels. It must be amazing to be a woman and know “yeah, I could probably get a pretty good guy just by dressing up and putting on some war paint.”
I don’t have anything insightful to say, but just want to comment that retiring at 46 is totally awesome! I looked at my retirement plan the other day and it said I’ll have an absurd amount of money when I retire at 67. Sixty Seven? Hah.. they must think I have a wife and kids or something. Hell no, I’m out of the picture way before then. If only men would save even a fraction of what they spend on women.
Price is what you pay, value is what you get. -- Ben Graham
@smacktalk73: “So tell me this. Why the F~~~ does a woman being a 9 make her such a catch to you? Why can’t you suck it up and marry an ugly woman?”
For the same reason there is a rating system for women – her looks and her ability to hide her craziness long enough for me almost to have married one. I was always more aroused initially by more beautiful women. As far as my really LTR, that woman was a 6.5 and most women I’ve dated other than the two 9’s were all 7 or below, so when after being cheated on by my LTR it really helped my ego for a really beautiful woman to apparently want me. As to the 2nd point, the reason I would not want to marry an ugly woman is because, by definition, she is not sexually attractive to me and therefore I don’t care what her character is if I was going to potentially commit the rest of my life to someone I don’t want to f~~~ from the start. Believe me, I wish I could go back in time and realize there was bound to be something wrong in those two 9s to choose me, since while certainly not ugly am no Robert Redford.
As for the rest of your comments I would agree. But as I’ve said, I know how fortunate I was not to get trapped and decide to go MGTOW without any knowledge of others doing it. Off and on through the years I abandoned any concept of marriage with anyone because of the horror stories my friends and relatives related about what divorce did to them emotionally and financially, as I came to the conclusion you cannot sign such a one-sided financial contract. It is hyprocritical and laughable for women to pull the ‘it’s not romantic’ and ‘don’t you love me’ bulls~~~ when men want them to sign a prenuptial agreement when THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU SHOULD SAY TO HER WHEN SHE WANTS YOU TO SIGN THE (MARRIAGE) CONTRACT! How the f~~~ is saying ‘sign this contract so I can leave whenever I want with half the s~~~ you’ve got’ romantic???
Man oh man oh man, I’m surrounded by MGTOW’s!!! :: CLAPS LOUDLY:: (I say this with great pride)
Your story brother Galt, was pretty wild, and I’m sure it won’t be the last to hear of either.
And to think I thought “I” was crazy, (in a whiny voice) “why don’t they want me? Why do they always want assholes?”
Then one day I kicked myself in my own f~~~ing nuts and said “time to be a f~~~ing asshole” AND PRESTO!! the pussy flowed like a poon river.
I can’t imagine the rarity in percentage of an actual “woman” today. 25%? In the whole worlds population? (which isn’t much) and that’s being “hopeful”. Till the purpose of MGTOW’s truth and light has been seen by all and the legal system changed, this male is going to be a huge f~~~ing asshole any moment I spot a “red flag” because then I will charge like a f~~~ing bull and skewer her with my horns and she won’t know what f~~~ing hit her. (in the words of Bill Burr a fellow MGTOW)
Good to have you. Always good to see someone who appreciates the work of Ayn Rand.
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