Here’s what happened…nothing big but it “triggered” me!  HAHA!

So the lobby area is kind of tight quarters.  This is where breakfast is served.  There is this old crow and some manner of latin American chub yapping it up about the local school system this morning.  The chub is standing up by her table impeding the foot traffic around the breakfast bar.  The place was busy too with all the guests trying to get breakfast.  Now the chub was there with what I assume was her old man.  Anyway I am pretty much a coffee addict.  I had to make several trips to the breakfast bar to refill my coffee.  Each time I had to squeeze past chubb-o-lina.  Each time I had to squeeze by her she kept looking right at me in the eye giving me that “you look like a rib smothered in b.b.q. sauce and I wanna eat you” look.  This happened like 4-5 times.  I thought to myself, “Just save it for someone who’s buying it chiquita!  And while you’re at why don’t you park your ample carcass and free up some space for the decent folk trying to get breakfast!”  Of course this dialogue is playing in my head as I don’t really want to cause a scene with my 4 year old present.

However as my consolation prize I overhear these broads yapping about the local school system.  I assume they are both primary and/or secondary school teachers.  The chub is inquiring about local teaching jobs and makes the comment, “There are lots of educated people here like engineers.  I guess that’s why NASA picked this place!”  I almost spit my coffee across the table at that comment!  I’m thinking, “No Conchita…there are a lot of engineers et al here because NASA has been here for over 50 years!”  *face palm*

The things a man if forced to endure in the first hours of the day…

-Tom

A boss of mine once told me of his wife holding a knife over him while he was sleeping, he awoke and startled her, then forced her into submission. Who knows what’s larking in the heart of a psychotic woman.

Many years ago, I was a contractor at a certain government facility.  When my contract expired, I, of course, had to take my leave.  On my last day there, I went around and said my farewells and I finally came to the desk of a certain secretary.  I surmised that she was hot to trot for me but I didn’t pay her much attention other than work-related topics and the occasional round of kibitzing.  Also, my interests were focused on someone I knew before I started working there but, during the course of my contract, she dumped me.  I wasn’t in any mood to court her.

To this day, her parting words to me still bewilder me:  “You really must like blow-up dolls!”  I think my reaction was to shake my head and think:  “Whaaaaaaaaat?”  I guess this is an example of hell having no fury like a woman scorned, or one who believes she was.

So, my fellow practitioners of MGTOW, the lesson is this:  when a woman is interested in a man, he had best react favourably towards her.  If he isn’t aware that she is, it’s his duty to find out and, of course, comply.

Pig’s ear, I say.

If only someone made a blow-up doll that could make a sammich I think wimmenz would be an endangered species.

Considering most of the women I’ve known, a sex doll would have been a better deal for me.

Soul Man: Considering most of the women I’ve known, a sex doll would have been a better deal for me.

No s~~~ right?  No dinners, no vacations, no roses, gifts, or obligatory jewelry, etc.  Just a patch kit for her and a new sports car for you.  The best part is she agrees with your decisions 100% of the time!  🙂