Last night I was speaking to an Ex, and she was telling me about a guy who FB stalks her. She briefly dated him 15 years ago got creeped out by him and can’t seem to shake him to this day. She never responds, and he never stops. She also told me women are crazy. I enthusiastically agreed with her MGTOW style.

I met a former bartender of mine in a grocery store parking lot last week. While I helped her load her groceries into her SUV, we spoke of my most obnoxious moment ever. This guy brought her candy and flowers while she was working her bar. She had three of her female high school friends there too. I blatantly asked her if she was going to f~~~ that guy. She told me no. Sure as hell, another guy shows up with flowers. I asked the same question with the same answer from her “No”. My buddy told me we’d see another one. Sure as s~~~, a third guy comes in with flowers. Again, I asked the same question and got the same answer “No”. We were all mocking these saps with me taking the lead. I had the whole bar laughing as I directed the conversations to even more base levels. I offended someone in the restaurant part. At my next visit, there was a curse cup named after me where we would put a quarter in for each potty word. I took it as an honor.

My pussy addict friend told me about some whore he’s banging. I warned him about female stalkers. His response: “I can control it!”. Yesterday, a week later, he tells me this slut has now latched onto him and exhibiting stalking behavior. He’s worried about his wife finding out about his chronic cheating. I’ve repeatedly told him to get a burner phone and use a fake name. He just doesn’t get the concept.

@BluePillers: Giving women candy, cards or flowers inappropriately really creeps them out. I’ve been told this by numerous women.

Blue pill is hell indeed.

When I think back at my blue-pill days, even now, I feel like a total moron.
Then I remember what I was taught by my mom at home: (paraphrase) If your sisters hit you, that means you’ve done something wrong! Only that wasn’t true and I knew it but, as it starts so early, you are NOT allowed to question. You listen, THAT’s what you do.
Then at school, same circus. Yea, I was a little shameless s~~~head, but never in a mean or demeaning way and oh so rarely towards a girl. Yet, I was made to understand that I had done something wrong just for having two little nuts hanging there.
Doesn’t it follow not to wonder that TRYING TO PLEASE was an automatic response?

I was blind, and now I see.

I was blind, and now I see.

Same here Untamed. The worst I ever did was the inappropriate card thing once in my early twenties. It felt weird, and I never did it again. Guess what, it got me no results either other than being stood up for the date.

Until one goes red pill, we are prone to making mistakes like this. Red pill is an ongoing process too. I’ll date women as a red piller, because I now have the tools to handle them. I don’t speak of red pill though I act red pill with them. I’ll never get married to one though.

Sitting here admitting I speak with exs from 20 years ago and helped a former bartender of mine load her groceries does not make me look very MGTOW. In both cases, these women and I have truly reciprocal friendships. They both helped me through a relations~~~ with a borderline I had to go through four years ago, and we do not have one sided conversations solely about them. This borderline put me on the road to becoming a MGHOW.

I have to call another woman this morning about some plans we made for today. Again, she and I actually have two real two sided conversations, but no candy, flowers or cards ever for her. Of course, I’m not going to mention I spent 2 hours on the phone with an ex last night. This ex and I are only friends.

MGTOWs really do care and are decent guys which is why so many of us got burned as most women are drawn to creeps or rich guys by default. Red pill makes dealing with women much easier.

The bartender in my story did the hypergamy thing and hooked up with a wealthy business owner. I once saw him in a bar while he was out cheating on her. The shocked look in his eyes said it all. Don’t worry bro your secret is safe with me. Plus, I don’t date single moms you fool.

When I think back at my blue-pill days, even now, I feel like a total moron.
Then I remember what I was taught by my mom at home: (paraphrase) If your sisters hit you, that means you’ve done something wrong! Only that wasn’t true and I knew it but, as it starts so early, you are NOT allowed to question. You listen, THAT’s what you do.
Then at school, same circus. Yea, I was a little shameless s~~~head, but never in a mean or demeaning way and oh so rarely towards a girl. Yet, I was made to understand that I had done something wrong just for having two little nuts hanging there.
Doesn’t it follow not to wonder that TRYING TO PLEASE was an automatic response?

I was blind, and now I see.

Same here!

Never open their car door

Never compliment them on their looks (their dress is fine though)

Never buy them drinks

Never buy flowers (this is the weakest of all moves)

Never ask them about their life

I don’t have female friends. I’m not sure why but it doesnt bother me. I’ve noticed they demand a lot of time and attention to make them worth your time. I’m not sexist. I just get annoyed when they start talking because 99 percent of everything they say goes through my subconscious red pill filter and I just stop caring. Hence the blue pill flowers and candy and card nonsense is too disgusting of an act for me to ever do again.

You don’t have female friends because you are smart and value your time on earth.

I also see no need in a woman friend.   I’m too much of an asshole to be friends with such a creature

The rules are simple:

1) I’m not your emotional tampon
2) I’m not your orbiter
3) Expect to be treated like a guy
4) Me, me, me, me conversations don’t cut it
5) Be a bitch. I’m gone
6) Do not be vapid
7) I will spend no money on you
8) You will not use me to control your boyfriend

They generally make for very poor friends even among themselves. I’m a people oriented man, but women who are capable of being a friend are very rare. I’ve got one I’ve known for 20 years, and a new one which the jury is still out concerning her.

I just had to dispatch the omega hen in my flock this morning. The other 3 hens began to gang up and pecked her into a terrible state. She had a merciful death by .20 caliber pellet to the brain. I’ve often compared women to a flock of hens. Both can be vicious.