Weddings. Do you attend?

[HermitParticipant]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Hermit is going to his son’s wedding. He already told the kid its crazy to get married. What the hell else can you do? We all know the Blue Pill Addicts love vagina and wont listen no matter what until it happens to them.
In the meantime, he gets to wear a tux, drink some beers and watch his son be happy on his wedding day. So we all know the odds, okay. But on that day, he can choose to enjoy the evening and his son’s company. This is real life.

I’ve talked with him many times and said all I can say. The day he told me he wanted me to come to his wedding, one of the things he did was to relinquish me of any responsibility. He said that he knows I’ve done all I can to help him and to prevent him from making the mistake of marriage and whatever happens from this point on is solely on him and not me. I appreciated that, even though it may have been his kind way to get me to shut up about it. Anything more I would do from this point on will only serve to create distance between my son and I.

I’ll be wearing all black, but it won’t be a tuxedo. However, I will be drinking to excess as I will not be enjoying this awful ritual of the legal bonding between my son and his female.

Thanks for understanding and as you say, “this is real life”.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[HermitParticipant]

SpiderHerder wrote:

Knowing Hermit, he won’t be able to wait until he can go back home to peace and quiet.

This, my friend, is an absolute rock solid fact. IF, it has to happen, I wish the day would hurry up and arrive so it could already be over.

Not only will the x be there of course, but a bunch of other fukks I do not know. I’m sure I’ll have to be introduced to HER family and it’ll be a struggle for me to be polite and not mention what an incredibly horrific and depressing occasion it is. If anyone tries to say or ask me anything stupid, like, “Are you happy for your son?”, or, “Aren’t you proud?”, I will definitely tell them that I most definitely am not as I do not believe in marriage. I will let them know that I am only there at my son’s request. I’m sure I’ll be drunk and will be able to make it sound funny so as not to offend my son too much.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

All that being said, Im with Sidecar on maybe bombing the speech! That is fair game! You showed up, probably with a gift too… so they can damn well listen to your speech. Lay it to them both with extra sauce, that they’re both idiots who are up against the odds. Tell them not to make total asses of themselves, especially YOU [look directly at that airhead woman] .. you better not break my son’s heart or I will hunt you down with duct tape and a shovel.

[HermitParticipant]

Gravel Pit wrote:

All that being said, Im with Sidecar on maybe bombing the speech! That is fair game! You showed up, probably with a gift too… so they can damn well listen to your speech. Lay it to them both with extra sauce, that they’re both idiots who are up against the odds. Tell them not to make total asses of themselves, especially YOU [look directly at that airhead woman] .. you better not break my son’s heart or I will hunt you down with duct tape and a shovel.

I’m not bringing a gift. I’m not giving a speech. I’m going to be as invisible and uninvolved as possible and once it’s over and my son saw that I was there, I’m gone.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Gravel Pit wrote:

All that being said, Im with Sidecar on maybe bombing the speech! That is fair game! You showed up, probably with a gift too… so they can damn well listen to your speech. Lay it to them both with extra sauce, that they’re both idiots who are up against the odds. Tell them not to make total asses of themselves, especially YOU [look directly at that airhead woman] .. you better not break my son’s heart or I will hunt you down with duct tape and a shovel.

I’m not bringing a gift. I’m not giving a speech. I’m going to be as invisible and uninvolved as possible and once it’s over and my son saw that I was there, I’m gone.

I hope there is enough time until the wedding for you to lose weight…..think of the photo album.

[MonkParticipant 16979]

Hermit wrote:

I’m not bringing a gift. I’m not giving a speech. I’m going to be as invisible and uninvolved as possible and once it’s over and my son saw that I was there, I’m gone.

Way to go.

What you might do while you are waiting for the inevitable is give him financial advice that involves him hiding money. A good option would be to use cash to buy gold that he then stores somewhere else.

[HermitParticipant]

Monk wrote:

Hermit wrote:

I’m not bringing a gift. I’m not giving a speech. I’m going to be as invisible and uninvolved as possible and once it’s over and my son saw that I was there, I’m gone.

Way to go.
What you might do while you are waiting for the inevitable is give him financial advice that involves him hiding money. A good option would be to use cash to buy gold that he then stores somewhere else.

He’s got a good head on his shoulders and works hard and invests his money and plans to retire at 40, which I know he could do……….were it not for this mistake he’s about to make.

I’ve given him all the advice on this matter that I can. He’s on his own now. I will be there for him during the bad times and help him out as much as I can.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Dispensing the Black Pills with no lube dude. LOL

There are no black pills.

There are only comforting lies and harsh truths.

Going along with lies so people can comfortably keep their heads in the sand does them no good in the long term. I don’t think there’s a divorced man here who, in hindsight, would not have rather been stopped before getting married than “supported” all the way into the trap.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

sidecar wrote:

They would have rather been stopped before getting married

Yea. The best I can do, upon hearing a guy is engaged is I always look him in the eye and seriously ask if its too late to stop him from going thru with it. The reason I give is that its just a legal paper with no meaning, why do it?

At least someone reacted like that, instead of the typical, oh congratulations crap. A seed might have been planted.

Im convinced of Biological Determinism so I do not believe you can really talk them down from a Biological Addiction to her Vagina. These men are as good as assimilated BORG recruits. Theyre Gone Girl. Some of them will suffer fates similar to the film too, lol, maybe not that bad, but financial ruin is pretty bad.

[Sky-OParticipant 18934]

The last wedding that I attended, I was not even invited to.

It was the reception of a wedding that was in progress in a large hall type reception area at a marina in an upscale area that I was near.

I had got cutoff at a bar about a mile away and my friends that I was with told me to wait for them outside while I was being tackled by two security guys and thrown into the parking lot.

I was like. . . f~~~ that.

I started walking and passed the wedding reception. I asked a valet guy what was going on and he told me it was a wedding reception. Two chicks that had just pulled up and gave their car to another valet guy started talking to me and one of them started pulling me towards the reception and they said I could come in with them.

(Note: I have never seen the movie ‘Lassiter’ with Tom Seleck but one of the chicks nicknamed me Lassiter when we were outside. I came to find out a few days later when I searched for it on YouTube that I remotely resembled a warped version of that character on that day. I was overly tan, had a white button down shirt on, had not shaved in three days and my hair was geled back with a global of some kind of ultra, survive an apocalypse Level XII gel)

Anyway. I crashed the event like a boss. Started drinking free booze, even lecturing the bartender on how to make a Chamborg Kamakazi the correct way. Which involved NOT using full ice cubes but rather crushing the ice to Slurpee consistency. At one point, I was smashing ice into a metal container with a wooden tool, yelling at him, while telling an old guy to go f~~~ himself.

If it wasn’t for the chicks that brought me in, I would have been escorted out ASAP but one of them was the groom’s sister.

I was enjoying the free food too and quoting Bodhi from Point Break to a group of other chicks that had gathered around me like I was some kind of circus sideshow, asking me how I got in.

A pack of c~~~ blockers were conspiring to stop my rampage when I went tactical and merged with a few older women, using them as a protective shield against being thrown out. I had them laughing so hard at my stories that they argued with people that wanted me to leave and were protecting me from some kind of security guy.

I kept getting more wasted, eventually busting out on the dance floor and unleashed some kind of cosmicly morphed version of my own John Travolta meets Chris Farley on Aderrol type dance moves, and had a few buttons on my shirt undone for maximum effect.

That’s when s~~~ got real. A drunk chick started grinding into me and despite the song being different, all I could hear in my head was ‘The rythym is gonna get you. . . Tonight!!’

Amidst the mobs laughter, I yelled. . . ‘Can somebody get some f~~~ing coke up in here tonight!!’

Chicks started cheering and yelling.

And that is when. . .

Attack of the Betas occured.

A rogue team of betas descended upon me, telling me I needed to leave and one of them grabbed my arm, trying to pull me off the dance floor.

One of the bridesmaids yelled ‘Leave him alone!!’

And two factions broke out: The partiers that wanted me to stay and the losers that were actively trying to get me ejected.

I was rescued by the same chicks that brought me into the event and we took off for a bar nearby.

That was the last wedding event that I was at.

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Sky-O wrote:

Two chicks that had just pulled up and gave their car to another valet guy started talking to me and one of them started pulling me towards the reception and they said I could come in with them.

Few things make a woman wetter than seeing another woman lock down a wallet.

[MonkParticipant 16979]

Hermit wrote:

He’s got a good head on his shoulders …

Not as good as his ‘ole man though … 🙂

… and works hard and invests his money and plans to retire at 40, which I know he could do……….were it not for this mistake he’s about to make.

Exactly – anything traceable will inevitably fall into her hands. Hence the suggestion about the gold. For the moment, you could dress it up as ‘a nest egg for the future’ or somesuch.

[HermitParticipant]

Monk wrote:

Hermit wrote:

He’s got a good head on his shoulders …

Not as good as his ‘ole man though …

… and works hard and invests his money and plans to retire at 40, which I know he could do……….were it not for this mistake he’s about to make.

Exactly – anything traceable will inevitably fall into her hands. Hence the suggestion about the gold. For the moment, you could dress it up as ‘a nest egg for the future’ or somesuch.

No, I think he may actually have a better head on his shoulders than me. He’s already doing way better than I was at his age, with the exception of the female. The only thing I have that he doesn’t is a lifetime of experience.

Whether it’s gold or something else, I may speak to him about putting some financial stability somewhere that is untouchable.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[BrainPilotParticipant 7640]

epic story Sky-O

I have been skipping weddings for a couple decades. I always use as an excuse the inability to get out some shift at work (no matter how far in advance I got invited). What I have learned over the years of doing this is that the more expensive the gift I send, the less whining I seem to hear about my absence.

When you get invited by the bride, it isn’t for your benefit.
When you get invited by the groom, it isn’t for his benefit, or for your benefit.

If you find yourself invited to a wedding, it’s for HER benefit.

Anyone disagree with this, explain it to me now:______________________

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

[FrostByteParticipant 19005]

I don’t waste my time trying to change people or the world. I go if I want to. Drink and eat for free. Wish every one well and enjoy myself. I’m vested in giving myself a good time and what happens between the other people is their business. I am mentally removed from the marriage ideology and fully present in “have a good time for me”. Will it end in disaster? Most likely, but who knows and why is it my business anyway. Free food, free booze, cigars, music, some friendly chatter – I’m in. Let the groom worry about himself after all that is exactly what will happen anyway.
Even if you give your opinion what will gain you? No one will listen until they are ready to and you risk earning the label of jackass, make life worse for yourself, and change nothing.
Living the example of a successful bachelor that no woman will ever own, is winning.

When men at that wedding see what a winner you are they will come and ask you what your secret is.
Then you can say,” you ever heard of MGTOW”?

If you rescue a damsel in distress, all you will get is a distressed damsel.

[Prefer Peace to PieceParticipant 10809]

I will sometimes will attend the reception if my golf buddies are going.

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