Wrecked a couple blue pillers today…

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  • #276445
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    MgtowWave
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    Women are a hazard and a hassle.A man needs a woman like a fish needs a bicycle.
    I dont give a f~~~ what women need or want.

    No woman gives a f~~~ what i need or want.

    frankly my dear i don't give a damn

    #276526
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    Deadly Raver
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    Couple blue pill acquaintances today were asking why I’m still single…I just replied because I like a quiet drama free life and being single doesn’t bother me at all so I’m not really looking. Sadly…they followed up with remarks about how I must be gay…so I upped the ante on them. I simply replied I’ll be retired in a few years and I’ll be living on the beach in a foreign country where I can hire a maid for a few bucks a day and have sex with an endless supply of hot young prostitutes. The thought of being retired in your 30s is simply unheard of to these guys as they’re both buried in debt, one already has a wife and kids, and the other is working on it. To be fair…the thought of even being retired by 60 is unheard of to these guys lol.

    So of course…they got a chuckle out of the prostitute comment…and one piped up and said “I’d rather not pay for my sex, I get it for free.” I just laughed in his face and said tell that to any divorced guy. The guy I said it to already has one under his belt and his current marriage seems pretty rocky. Several other guys who had expensive divorces were listening at this point…so neither of them even tried to argue given the now audience that would have pounced on them if they tried to deny my point.

    So realizing they pretty much just got wrecked…the other guy says “No wonder your single if that is how you think of women.” I just said “I already told you I prefer to be single…why are you trying to say that as an insult?” There was no more replies…it was game over at that point. It was just so hilarious…no reasons for why I should want a girl or why I should change my outlook or anything…just some name calling and cheap insults like I was supposed to cave in and agree with them just because.

    You see? This is what’s really good. Retiring in your f~~~ing 30s. As a guy on permanent disability I’m pretty much,”Retired” now, but I hear ya. Kick back, go wherever, do whatever. It is saddening that the first thing they did was shaming. Of course, you MUST be “gay.” I mean, how could ANY man actively seek to avoid the pitfalls of marriage and dating, especially when those pitfalls are dead in front of you? I think you’re right though. Misery loves company and they just found out that they are in for it. “I’d rather not pay money for sex. I’d rather get it for free.” I nearly choked to death laughing at that part. Yeah, I’m sure there are a lot of guys who would. Nah, he just married the pussy because he THOUGHT that’s how it works. If he had taken the red pill, he would see that it is indeed the opposite.

    Learn from the past, Control the present, and you will know the Future.

    #276585
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    Dirtydog73
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    Married men getting sex for free?

    The married men know better.

    First, what sex? How many men want to fool around with a land whale who complains about everything? Most married couples I know end up with separate bedrooms.

    Second, it certainly is not free. It comes with price tags such as new SUV, bigger house etc.
    How many women actually contribute to the equity or cash flow in a relationship. Most wives I know can spend faster than you would believe possible.

    Third, the married men are jealous. They see your freedom. They know their freedom is gone. They want you to be miserable just as they are.

    The sex got mechanical in the end.And most times she was drunk and/or stunk of cigarettes.
    I ended the relationship after she lied to me about where she was and who she was with and what she was doing—out drinking with her friends–I also asked her to step up , get a serious job and help me with all the blue pill bills.Yes the cars,the house etc………all being paid for off my back slaving away.And the sex…well it didn’t take her long to throw her vagina out there for use after she realized we were done.About 2 weeks or less….but I am dam sure it was happening while I was working away anyway.
    I look at people differently now,when I see the blue pill blokes walking with their wives and kids in tow around at the shops.Some are just sad.Some decent sorta blokes out there been captured by the land whale that has spst out the prerequisite 2 kids or more .

    Fed, Fucked, Appreciated. The three simple things men want, but women will never grasp.

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    Anthony
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    You must be gay if you don’t wanna date.

    You must be a lesbo if you don’t wanna blow me right here and now.

    Once you have a Fleshlight real vaginas become worthless.

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    BrainPilot
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    I successfully dodged gold digging bitches all through my 20s who would have ridden me through life like a f~~~ing mule if I had given them the chance. I married one briefly for a little less than two years. Fortunately, when we split, I hadn’t really accumulated much so 50% of chump change turned out to be chump change. After the split, nose down, shoulder in, worked like a maniac and adopted a philosophy that I did not let go of money unless it was for something I actually needed to survive. Stayed like that for a decade…

    At that point, there were some very well skilled gold diggers that appeared. I dodged them too. All the while, I’m looking around and watching guys get taken down in flames all around me. Losing houses, savings, kids, legal rights… getting hauled to jail on these bulls~~~ DV charges. And I’m magically sailing along somehow like an ice cube in a f~~~ing forrest fire.

    But it isn’t magic. It’s looking over my shoulder all the damn time. It’s learning to spot the lies and the schemes and the skipped birth control pills and all the other signs of disrespect that all of us here have seen… that give away what the real plan actually is.

    And after all that effort for all that time, the differences between my life and the lives of those pussy chained, limp spined, lap dogs starts to show. I start to treat my career more like a hobby. I don’t need it so desperately anymore to pay the bills. And then these poor bastards start to wonder about the price they actually paid for all that ‘free’ sex they contractually committed to paying for… FOREVER. They paid so much they have NOTHING left to call their own. The owner of that pussy (and regulator of how much of it they get) is now the real owner of their house, their children, their savings, retirement, investments… etc. And if he ever misbehaves in any way she doesn’t like, she can take all that s~~~ and put him out on his ass, or worse.

    Deep down, they wonder if maybe they got played for a chump. The only reassurance they have to offer themselves is, “If every man does it, we can’t all be chumps”. And that works just fine until some financially independent, freedom loving mgtow sails by… like the ice cube in the forest fire.

    Gents, Mad Pirate above nailed it best. They are jealous, and they are scared. A happy mgtow forces them to examine and make a decision about which choice is best. They are obnoxious and belligerent in their approach because their denial is all that they have to stave off the humiliating reality of their self chosen circumstances. And they are scared s~~~less of anyone pulling back that curtain. Deep down, they know they were played for chumps. They just don’t want EVERYBODY knowing it.

    A willingly enslaved man can find solace in convincing himself that every man is similarly situated so he (and they) can’t possibly ALL be chumps. Confronted with a real mgtow, he and everyone else in the room has to acknowledge that not everyone made that same choice… It’s a gut check for a man who has long since been gutted, and has never had to acknowledge it.

    If you ever get confronted and cornered, and can’t easily deflect and detach, here’s a response I have used: “What exactly can I accomplish married that I cannot accomplish single? I can fall in love, have sex, move in together and even have kids without being married… and no one really cares anymore. I can put them on my insurance, name them in my will, whatever… and no marriage license is required for any of that. So what can you accomplish legally being married that I can’t legally accomplish being single?”.

    I usually get a blank stare here, because they’ve never really thought of it this way. They’ve only thought what they’ve been told to think. So I continue…

    “The only thing I have ever found that the law allows me to accomplish married that I can’t accomplish single is: the unlimited transfer of wealth and assets from one person to another without the recipient paying any taxes on them… So I guess the answer to your question about why I never got married is that I never have had the need to set up a mechanism for the unlimited transfer of my assets to another person without the necessity of her even having to pay taxes on them…”.

    “By the way, what made you decide to get married…?”

    As funny as it sounds to us here, this conversation between me and married men has started huge conflicts that lasted for months, and ended with either them breaking off their relationship with me (she won) or starting the process of divorce, or them sinking into depression and alcoholism over finally facing the reality of what their lives had become.

    Truth is a powerful dangerous thing that most people (and almost all self-enslaved men) can only take in small doses.

    Be careful how you dispense it…

    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

    #277105
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    Anonymous
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    And I’m magically sailing along somehow like an ice cube in a f~~~ing forrest fire.

    Gee BP, You’re the most desirable man alive! All that women ever wanted is fried ice!

    #277155
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    Beer
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    I successfully dodged gold digging bitches all through my 20s who would have ridden me through life like a f~~~ing mule if I had given them the chance.

    Sad thing is when I was younger I’d have gladly let one hop on my back and take a ride. It wasn’t until after I started doing well for myself that I noticed a significant increase in female attention…at which point thought it was already like I’ve accomplished so much on my own already and have accumulated way more wealth than most of my peers so marriage isn’t a partnership anymore, its just a stupid contract that would give a woman access to my past labors of which she put no effort into, and access to my future success, of which at this point I’m already on track to have plenty of with or without a woman.

    All the while, I’m looking around and watching guys get taken down in flames all around me. Losing houses, savings, kids, legal rights… getting hauled to jail on these bulls~~~ DV charges.

    It really is terrible. I’m amazed I was so blind to this 10 years ago, but now I consider myself lucky I didn’t find a woman smart enough to sink her hooks in back then…they were still too busy playing the field and riding the carousel to try to lock a guy with potential down. They thought they’d wait and lock down a guy with proven results…only that is not working out too good for a lot of women these days.

    And after all that effort for all that time, the differences between my life and the lives of those pussy chained, limp spined, lap dogs starts to show.

    Definitely! Most people around my age have student loans, a car payment, and rent. I don’t have student loans, my car is paid off, and I own my place. These three things alone put me miles ahead of most of my peers financially and that’s not even taking liquid assets into account. As time goes on the gap will only widen. My investments will compound and the broke pussy beggars living on credit putting way too much of their time and resources into getting pussy will still just be broke pussy beggars. Stealth wealth truly is an amazing thing.

    And then these poor bastards start to wonder about the price they actually paid for all that ‘free’ sex they contractually committed to paying for… FOREVER. They paid so much they have NOTHING left to call their own.

    Yup. They are both broke so they don’t understand it…but if I got married and got divorced in 5 years or whatever…its going to cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars. I could just leave that money invested and budget 100 dollars a week for hookers…I’d get more sex that way and it it would be the less risky move financially.

    As funny as it sounds to us here, this conversation between me and married men has started huge conflicts that lasted for months, and ended with either them breaking off their relationship with me (she won) or starting the process of divorce, or them sinking into depression and alcoholism over finally facing the reality of what their lives had become.

    Its funny how offended they’ll get. They’ll give happily single guys s~~~ and think its perfectly fine, but you turn the tables on them and boy do they get p~~~y about it. Half of me wants to wait until their special snowflake monkey branches off or divorce rapes the married dude so I can be a prick and curb stomp them when they are down just because they gave me s~~~, but I’ll be the bigger man. I’ll just offer an ear when it happens, a pat on the back, and the advice of get back out there and play the field man! You can’t talk sense into some people…but I’ll certainly enjoy watching them hang themselves over and over.

    “I’d rather not pay money for sex. I’d rather get it for free.” I nearly choked to death laughing at that part.

    I know, right? Even as a teenager I knew getting laid was going to cost me money…at the very least gas money to pick her up and go somewhere private. More than likely though it would cost you a few dates. It was never free, and it seems like the price and the risks have only increased as I’ve become more successful in life.

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