Zero F~~~s Given (Mercenary Moments)

[Elric GreenstoneParticipant 1637]

Proud of myself for this. I had the opportunity to be a white knight, but . . . nope.

Walking home the other night. I live in a toney part of Miami. I like to walk. It’s good thinking time.

Moron, in a black BMW, leans out his window and screams at me. Startles me. Just for fun. I note down his license plate for later justice. I occasionally keep a short list of these in my head for such purposes. Cameras, cameras everywhere . . . but not everywhere, not always.

And Mr. Black BMW pulls into a public park, a couple of hundred yards ahead! Oh, gloriosky! My happy day. Keys ready, regretting only that I don’t have anything more destructive on me (it is a nice part of town).

I make it to the park. Is this the same car? Unclear. Plate seems different than I scanned. Did I misread the plate? Hrm. One does not wish to do random damage to random persons. An investigation is called for.

I start to meander about the park, looking for said asshole.

And find him! But. Hrm. I do find him, but he’s completely s~~~faced drunk, and on the arm of a quite pretty young blonde, perhaps in her early 20s, who has pulled over to try and let Lothario walk it off or throw up or somesuch. She’s barely supporting him, and he’s in fact being quite friendly and cheerful. Literally almost past the point of bipedalism. Not in control of his faculties.

She looks to me for assistance. I’m 6’0″+, 190# or so, reasonable shape, air of command, as they say. Also ready for a fight with Mr. Black BMW, so I assume giving off some vibes of dominance, violence, challenge, what-have-you.

I meet her gaze. Smile. She smiles at me, looking slightly imploring. About to say something, clearly wanting some assistance getting her Oh-So-Awesome boyfriend home safely.

I smile, warmly, fatherly, the way I would a daughter I was about to toss out of a high window for dishonoring the family.

“Y’all have a nice evening,” I drawl, walking on.

It felt good. Very nice.

Not the very first time I’ve ignored requests for assistance from some random split tail who was going to use her looks to get me to do something and then ditch, but one of the more profound times. I find it delightful to have less and less desire to help young women – particularly ones who are trying to use their looks to get out of a situation.

I call them my Mercenary Moments. Unless oral sex is going to be occurring in an alley shortly thereafter, you’re on your own, cupcake. My armor and shield are put away in storage, sorry, and it’s a long drive to the warehouse at night. I think I lost the key, anyway. And I don’t like you.

Any other Mercenary Moments from anyone? Nice to feel like my internal White Knight is, if not dead, on his way to the Other Place.

"You can either love women, or understand women. You can't do both. Because once you understand women, you realize that there is really nothing to love."

[Blue SkiesParticipant 15665]

great story pal,,,,,,,,i’m inspired to do the same

MGTOW is not a movement, it is a way of life.

[TheroniusParticipant 975]

A few years back I was at my niece’s house when an Accura slid into the snow pile in the driveway. Out crawled 2 of the finest-looking idiots I had ever seen in these hills, and they stood there in micro miniskirts and high heels, looking really good, and really stupid. They were on the way to a New Years Eve party at 7000 ft. altitude in the Sierras, at night, in the middle of a nasty snowstorm, with no chains for the car. They didn’t even have sweaters!
We just pointed them to the auto parts store next door which was about to close. I’m not freezing my ass off for the bimbettes.
A little while later a guy I know showed up with the chains to help them put them on and dig the car out. I asked him if he was doing it for free, and he said “hell no, I’m charging them 100 bucks to come out here and do this!” Heck, I could have made a little dough!
They asked me how to get to this place up the hill, and I did muster a little kindness and told them to get back in the car and get the hell off the mountain before they ended up being dug out of a canyon in May. They took my advice. I don’t want anyone to freeze to death, and they might be hookers, and fine ones at that. I always wondered what kind of f~~~head thought it was a good idea to invite them up there with no warning.
I wish to this day I had a picture of those beautiful, sexy, brainless dips~~~s standing in a snowbank in near-whiteout conditions in skirts so short you could almost see their gills.

"I am is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that I do is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin

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