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Neo
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Originally Posted by William Noy
> Yeah, frog. We tell these stories so that you maybe won't have similar ones of your own. You do belong here.
People tell tales of being burned alive so that others may live without being burned to death.
Fully Completely :
DANCING : I hate it !! The handful of times I have tried I ended up feeling stupid. This is how it would pan out : friends would say come and dance, pressure me etc. So I would go and give it a whirl and then what we would have are women laughing or mocking my moves. This happened in my late teens, so I stopped. Then in the bar scene in my early twenties when I was looking for action it was a little better but only passable, was more alternative than a disco boy anyhow.
From that point on I never really had the need to dance until about 10 years ago at a gathering where I was introduced to this woman and felt obliged to dance. I tried again and it was bad, very bad. I asked her to show me the basics and just couldn't get any rhythm at all going. Some other more sympathetic friends wives came to help but to no avail. I let off pursuing the woman I tried to dance with a little later, was obvious I was not cut out for it nor her and am happier alone.
Check this out, hahahah !!
Bud Light "Real Men of Genius - Mr. Really, Really Bad Dancer" 1999 - YouTube
Nuggets :
Dude I did the same thing! Embarrassing myself with dancing, trying to look cool to maybe get female attention - the memory stings a lot harder than it should. I'd also just do it nonstop for like 2 hours while wasted or tripping on something. So I would get pretty sweaty, but I was obsessed with looking like I didn't give a fuck. I just got all sweaty and kept dancing. Lol man it was bad.
BeijaFlor :
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Originally Posted by Fully Completely
> DANCING : I hate it !! The handful of times I have tried I ended up feeling stupid.
Dancing is a learned skill ... I mean, really dancing, not just wiggling to the beat the way my generation regarded dancing.
I spent some time and money learning to dance, back when my Mom was alive; I mean, waltz and polka and cha-cha. And there is little damn joy in learning to push your elderly, pudgy mother around the dance-floor. Decades after, though - years after she 'went West,' as we Old Pilots say - I took some lessons in Latin dance, salsa and bachata and merengue, and frankly, I had a reasonable measure of fun with it. No fun trying to herd hambeasts around the practice floor, though.
However, it is fun to snuggle up on the dance floor with a nummy-nummy little Caribbean sweetie, especially when she's a 'working girl' and you're warming her up to take her home and do the nasty with her - for a mutually-agreeable price.
Chairborne :
I thought I'd give this a bump since we've got some new users. Fess up! I know a bunch of you got blue-stained tongues and lips from the blue pills choked down for all those years!
T0000009 :
Okay fella's..... You wanna play... I'm all in...
I RAISE!
I won't go into the sordid details because that would take gallons of quill and ink to explain so all you get is the short version and a small sample of the death by a thousand cuts.
Now, I'm sure you lurkers are thinking I was an absolute RETARD for doing all that and much more, and you would be totally correct in that assessment of my actions and foolishness.
However, during all that suffering, all that agony, all that disappointment, the ridiculous sacrifice, and rejection I learned the true nature of women and how they will bleed you dry without remorse.
Use my mistakes as a warning lads...
There be monsters....
Chairborne :
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Originally Posted by T0000009
> Okay fella's..... You wanna play... I'm all in...
> I RAISE!
You certainly lost more by the financial measure in the blue-pill haze than I did... But I don't see any quasi-cuckolding there like I stupidly agreed to. And I think Fully Completely still takes the cake with his woman making him wear ladies' underwear. That's pretty fucking laser-wavelength saphire blue IMHO.
Anyways, it's all for shits and giggles now. I can tolerate my dipshit past precisely because I can laugh at it nowadays.
kev03 :
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Originally Posted by T0000009
> Okay fella's..... You wanna play... I'm all in...
> I RAISE!
There be monsters....
T0000009,
This was big, dude.
The most I did was wine and dine them, and paid some small bills.
Of course, without any return.
I guess wimmins call it an emotional affair.
But I'm in the 2nd world and our going out with a girl consists of drinking some cheap wine on a river bank ))
Or some people prefer getting wasted in the graveyard and then proceed to depredate the graves.
BeijaFlor :
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Originally Posted by Chairborne
> Anyways, it's all for shits and giggles now. I can tolerate my dipshit past precisely because I can laugh at it nowadays.
Anyone who can look back at their past follies and laugh at them - WINNER!
T0000009 :
I don't look back and laugh.... When you get used that badly it make you bitter, and mean, it hardens you in ways that are tough to describe.
(I'm mostly there, though I occasionally smack my head and mutter "D'Oh!")
Chairborne :
That's one option. For me, I decided that I have a finite duration of time on this planet, and the choice I make regarding how to view my past would colour my remaining future. So I chose to view the old me as a schlub, a comedic buffoon, whom I can laugh at now. It was a conscious decision and took some mental discipline to redefine my thoughts and change my worldview. But I think I'm better off chuckling, rather than gritting my teeth when I think about those years.
Primus_Pilus :
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Originally Posted by T0000009
> I don't look back and laugh.... When you get used that badly it make you bitter, and mean, it hardens you in ways that are tough to describe.
The best revenge is living well. Look cupcake up in 10-15 years and you'll definitely have the last laugh.
T0000009 :
One called me up after a decade, was looking for a wallet to support her and the kid, it was pretty sad and pathetic. Personally I could care less what happens to any of them, though if they really suffer that's always a plus.
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Originally Posted by Chairborne
> That's one option. For me, I decided that I have a finite duration of time on this planet, and the choice I make regarding how to view my past would colour my remaining future.
I've seen way to much death and suffering, and when coupled with the brutality I've been through there just isn't much left inside but a charred out cavern.
ATLien :
High School / Early military. she was the younger sister of one of my good buddies.
Me a junior, she's a freshman. Super crushed on her for years. The only female I was ever a beta-orbiter of.
Lasted til I was about 20-21. Got stationed at a base 90 miles from my hometown. Coincidentally, she was living there.
The most destructive thing, besides never getting pussy from my crush... In high school, I was asked out by 3 girls who were 'year book beauties' but only went on a couple dates with each. I let it fizzle. I think possibly the 2nd and 3rd were in for it, because I brushed off #1 as if I wasn't interested after a couple of dates. Perhaps that boosted my SMV lol
The beta-orbiter was strong in this one.
But wow. I would have bagged those other girls.
After I was in the military, it wasn't so much orbiting her anymore but just being able to see someone from my hometown. I would stop by her work.
Oddly enough, that buddy lives in Atl too. And gay. He come from a totally cookie-cutter nuclear family... great parents.
blue pill... I would say I have made stupid blue pill decisions like marrying #2 while passing thru vegas. Just stupidity at falling for her jedi mind tricks (her pouting for hours in the car after I said i was joking about vegas when we passed the sign). I stopped the car. we were on this large boulder and I asked her to marry me, when I should have threw all her shit out of my car, left here there, and sped off without looking back.
Mikediver :
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Originally Posted by ATLien
> I stopped the car. we were on this large boulder and I asked her to marry me, when I should have threw all her shit out of my car, left here there, and sped off without looking back.
I think it was John Wayne in True Grit that remarked that looking back was a bad habit that can get you killed. My greatest blue pill regret is the time I let my many times unfaithful first wife come back after we had separated. It was deeply regrettable on so many levels.
I was able to put this experience to good use by practically beating a friend over the head to keep him from making the same mistake. So, it is a truly ill wind that blows no good.
Wallabe :
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Originally Posted by T0000009
> I don't look back and laugh.... When you get used that badly it make you bitter, and mean, it hardens you in ways that are tough to describe.
Why don't you take yourself on a nice vacation then?
I am young, so I don't have a lot of truly negative, financial experiences. Mainly I was blue pill to pay for food but got nothing out of it. I guess I am lucky to grow up with the Internet since my single digits, so I knew something was wrong. I became somewhat red pill but it really took off when I found reddit and some MGTOW forums.
Reading these posts, no wonder why the court system is the way it is. It's ruined by blue pills, like you guys here, who have yet to have taken the red pill. Almost all of the things said here + "... Because vagina" can be applied the same to the court system. Because vagina, thy get the upper hand. And also, the court system gets a cut for extracting money from the guy, whether it's his fault or not. Like that guy who had to pay $30,000 to the court system, even though it wasn't his kid, and even when the woman wanted to do away with it completely.
Growing up, I hear a lot of guys said to me "don't get married", even with their wife next to them. I think because I was a kid, it was easier to say that to me. I thought they were joking, but it couldn't be further from the truth. This came from my relatives, as well as acquaintances. So far, I have kept my wallet safe, and I am happy.
I don't remember if it was this thread or somewhere else, but one guy had to pay $200,000 in legal fees for the divorce. I went to Disney World by myself, and a trip is less than $2000, including a food package and flight. I would rather take 100 vacations around the world. Even if the price you pay may be pricey, at least you enjoy yourself, and that's the most important thing. Of course prices varies depends on destinations and I do sound like a kid for saying to go on 100 vacations, but that's much better than going through headaches and having to pay for it. So far, I eat well, enjoy a relaxing life. Thanks for all the posts. I want the long story too, not just the short version. I am listening.
it's unbelievable thinking that most of your wealth a lot of guys make goes to someone else's pocket rather than accumulating wealth.
T0000009 :
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Originally Posted by Wallabe
> Why don't you take yourself on a nice vacation then?
I've been to 25 different countries, hunted the most lethal predators on earth, jumped bikes out of moving aircraft, gone home with strippers after they leave the bar, and gathered fresh coconuts right from the tree on a south american beach.... So a trip to Disney World just isn't gonna do it for me anymore.
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Originally Posted by Wallabe
> I want the long story too, not just the short version.
No... you really don't....
Wallabe :
Fine, I suppose North Korea might be your destination of choice.
If not, you can still go to Hawaii, climb some coconut trees, bang some hula girls, and do some sky diving there.
I need more stories. I'm absorbing it all up. For my own sake and for others who come here.
I think of each story as money in my pocket. If I could save hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal and divorce fees, that's basically money in my pocket. (Not really, but I don't have to go into debt or financial bankruptcy and having to pay for something I don't enjoy.)
Based on all the estimated money you have lost from your list, you could be living in a mansion, with a Lambo, Ferrari, and still have plenty for retirement and vacations, and any other pay for play if you want. Sigh... Instead, the lawyers are living it up.
Mr Wombat :
My worst memory isn't blue-pill, as such: I just sucked at talking to girls.
I once lent money to a hooker. But it wasn't a lot (a bit more than the price of a booking), and I held out for pay-back in cash. I was just the worst person in the world, it seems, for expecting a small load to be repaid. I never backed down. Never got the money either, of course. Never booked her again.
Most blue pill thing was spending years - every Wednesday at pub quiz night - as a beta orbiter of this chick, one of a cloud of orbiters. I recall sitting in her car, listening to her talk - the whole emotional tampon routine. I'd like to say I snapped out of it and grew a pair, but no - she moved out of the city.
But that's pretty much it as far as blue-pillage goes.
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Originally Posted by BeijaFlor
> Decades after, though - years after she 'went West,' as we Old Pilots say - I took some lessons in Latin dance, salsa and bachata and merengue, and frankly, I had a reasonable measure of fun with it.
Absolutely not my thing at all. Me and a mate went to ceroc once (you know: I'll go if you go sort of thing) - I went back once more. I concluded that it looked like fun without actually being fun.
Maybe it's different for the more sociable types.
O.G. :
> I once lent money to a hooker. But it wasn't a lot (a bit more than the price of a booking), and I held out for pay-back in cash.
> I was just the worst person in the world, it seems, for expecting a small load to be repaid. I never backed down.
> Never got the money either, of course. Never booked her again.
Wombat:
Sometimes a typo error in the right place can REALLY add to a post.
I find if I lay off the fappin' a few days before a date, volume really picks up.
ashurjames :
Reading this gets me throwing up my guts!
Chairborne :
Heh. No doubt huh?
I wonder if I should have put a trigger warning up on the first post?
Mr Wombat :
Meh - mine was only $300. It's not about the amount, it's about the trouble I wet to. She rings and urgently, urgently, urgently needs $300. I get out of bed, get to town and run around - my bank, her bank, get the cash into her account, it's there within the hour. I'd do the same for any friend who told me it was urgent.
Oh, and she promised to pay me back Thursday.
Over the next 6 months or so, drama. She stalled, she offered part payment, she made excuses, she all but wept and called me a monster, over $300. The one thing she never did was simply pay me back. That's all it would have took: "Thanks, Wombat, it was great that you came through when I needed it - here's your $300 and a beer." Hell - she could even have skipped the beer. All she needed to do was what I would do - without fail - if I borrowed $300 off a mate and tole 'em I'd pay them back Thursday.
Eventually I made a comment on social media, and she went "So that's your attitude! Well, that attitude means I don't have to pay you back, ever!". I wasn't the least bit surprised. Her seizing on that bogus excuse was momentarily amusing, nothing more.
The sun will grow cold before that woman pays me the $300 she owes me.
Insidious_Sid :
The thing I did, the thing that broke me:
I told my wife, who was divorcing me so she could run off with her boyfriend, that I was going to try and fix the marriage, win her back and change so that I could be an "adequate husband" in her eyes. I wanted to restore the family for my children that badly - kowtow and submit to a woman who no longer loved me or wanted to be with me.
What little respect I had for her, and for women in general, died along with a good chunk of my soul that day.
That's what I did to earn my MGTOW stripes.
I won't be offering that kind of power over to any human being ever in my life again.
Not even at gunpoint.
MrBlue :
Oooh boy. I've got some stories to share. I used to be THE blue pill beta orbiter. I was THAT guy.
While I was in my 3rd year at university, I lived with a girl, we'll call her J. I quickly developed a massive crush on J that lasted for around a decade. Yes, a decade. J and I used to be good friends, so I used to hang around her like a puppy. When she was single at least, we cooked together, we did everything.
I also tried my hardest to keep other guys at bay. It made me jealous of a friend of mine, who I think was also competing for her attention. I still feel regret over the way I acted towards him, I'm still embarrassed. I got insanely jealous around any other guy that was keen for her.
I was also super blue pill around my first girlfriend. I was pathetic. I stayed at her house all the time. When we had sex, I only wanted to do it with her on top because it made her orgasm quickly. She gave me a lot of hints that she wanted me to dominate her, but no, it was important to Mr Nice Guy that she orgasmed (whether she actually did or not I don't know).
I got up to make her tea in bed every single morning without fail.
Nuggets :
Yknow what? I've been sitting here trying to think of horrible stories - of which I have PLENTY. But the biggest chump move was my 2-year, one and only LTR. She's a fat chick - there I admitted it. Don't harpoon me! Not morbidly obese or ripping rolls of flub, but chunky. In my intro I talk about how I was so blue pill that I thought I couldn't do better. I was the master of getting friendzoned. So I thought the only way to have a girlfriend was to be passive, then get hit on. Looking back, there were plenty of attractive girls that seemed to like me - I just never tried to initiate anything, so they disappeared.
Oh but it gets worse. We kept it long distance after she moved away for college, then she went haywire with the feminist propaganda and I STILL kept going. It gets worse still. I was still trying to get sext action after we broke up. We hooked up a couple years later, then that was the end of it.
Don't harpoon me!
I_walk_alone :
Mine? A female colleague who I got on well with, started to suspect that I'd fallen for her. She probed me and I confessed my feelings for her. I didn't even want anything to happen due to us being colleagues and there being an age gap. She told me not to worry and that she was flattered. This conversation happened outside of work.
The next day I was called into HR and pretty much told to stay the fuck away from her. For the next year if I so much as attempted to do my job, I was given the "Ew! get away, creeper!" treatment. She'd leave me out of work-related discussions - deliberately so, keep me out of the loop and it affected my ability to do my job.
After a year of being treated like a leper I attempted to do what was right for work's sake by asking her to keep any grudges out of the office in a very civil-worded message on facebook (didn't use work e-mail and I sent the message on a Saturday)
Surprise, surprise, the following Monday she used that message as a sexual harrassment claim and I was called into HR again. My boss said that I had nothing to answer for (I still have that in writing) but two weeks later I was selected for redundancy after nearly 20 years' service and an unblemished record.
I do not speak to women in the workplace AT ALL now.
Dubya :
I don't even deserve to sit at the poker table.
Let's see...when I was 20ish I fucked my 35ish single-mother mexican girlfriend without a condom and came inside her for years. She told me she had her tubes tied and it never even occurred to me that she might be lying. Thankfully she was telling the truth. On the bright side I made her pay 1/2 of everything, I never so much as bought her a HOT DOG. We stopped a hot dog place for lunch, she had no money, I was like "oh well" and bought myself 2 hotdogs with everything. I ended up giving her half of my second hot dog because she said she was sooooo hungry. Her 8 year old daughter was with us, I didn't buy her a hotdog either.
With my ex-wife I paid $10,000 for the wedding, $800 for the abortion and $600 for a one way ticket to Seattle. Thank God we never got married at city hall, just in a church and stuff. She was a virgin and a 9.5 with a bangin body, easily the hottest girl I've fucked to this day. I did pull some beta shit, like getting down on one knee to ask her hand in marriage, and I bought her a hair dryer after the abortion to make her feel beautiful again.
Anyway
Here's how it works boys. The more you make her carry her own weight, the more she respects you. The more stuff you buy her, the more you're telling her "You're better than me, so let me compensate you for that."
Going dutch is a great wait to test a woman, if she fails that test then cut her loose.
Gonzo :
In my mid 20's I was the ultimate blue pill dumbass. I fell for this cute brunette Italian gal. Only Child, still lived with her parents...and she didn't drive. I thought that was odd, but I was smitten. Her Dad would drop her off at work and pick her up everyday. Every time we had a date, or I would be over hanging out, I would end up taking her shopping, or running errands. I sucked it up, cause I was smitten. After about 8 months of this, I finally got fed up. We were hanging out one day and she got a call from an old friend, they were talking and she mentioned me..."he's like a really great friend".
I was friendzoned for 8 months and didn't even know it!
I never even had sex with her...
Did I mention I was a dumbass back then?
Peace,
Bob
Canis :
The biggest mistake I made in my life was being a white knight and coming to rescue this Albatross I'm stuck with now.
Neo :
This guy should come and post here...
He said...
> I was led to a squad car in my fucking slippers...They held me at gunpoint while other officers moved through the house, into the man den where they opened the door.
skeezerbreezer :
In a vein attempt at keeping the family together I forgave my ex wife her infidelity only for her to be vilified and use it as an excuse for divorce.I did not divorce her for adultery but she divorced me for unreasonable behavior ^^^^^^^^^^^^^!!!!
She was half right.
Eiji :
only blue-pill thing I can think of... just one word: Puberty (as in, a very bad idea!!!! If I had known how much of a headache it would be, I wouldn't have bothered...)
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> Yeah, frog. We tell these stories so that you maybe won't have similar ones of your own. You do belong here.
People tell tales of being burned alive so that others may live without being burned to death.
Fully Completely :
DANCING : I hate it !! The handful of times I have tried I ended up feeling stupid. This is how it would pan out : friends would say come and dance, pressure me etc. So I would go and give it a whirl and then what we would have are women laughing or mocking my moves. This happened in my late teens, so I stopped. Then in the bar scene in my early twenties when I was looking for action it was a little better but only passable, was more alternative than a disco boy anyhow.
From that point on I never really had the need to dance until about 10 years ago at a gathering where I was introduced to this woman and felt obliged to dance. I tried again and it was bad, very bad. I asked her to show me the basics and just couldn't get any rhythm at all going. Some other more sympathetic friends wives came to help but to no avail. I let off pursuing the woman I tried to dance with a little later, was obvious I was not cut out for it nor her and am happier alone.
Check this out, hahahah !!
Bud Light "Real Men of Genius - Mr. Really, Really Bad Dancer" 1999 - YouTube
Nuggets :
Dude I did the same thing! Embarrassing myself with dancing, trying to look cool to maybe get female attention - the memory stings a lot harder than it should. I'd also just do it nonstop for like 2 hours while wasted or tripping on something. So I would get pretty sweaty, but I was obsessed with looking like I didn't give a fuck. I just got all sweaty and kept dancing. Lol man it was bad.
BeijaFlor :
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> DANCING : I hate it !! The handful of times I have tried I ended up feeling stupid.
Dancing is a learned skill ... I mean, really dancing, not just wiggling to the beat the way my generation regarded dancing.
I spent some time and money learning to dance, back when my Mom was alive; I mean, waltz and polka and cha-cha. And there is little damn joy in learning to push your elderly, pudgy mother around the dance-floor. Decades after, though - years after she 'went West,' as we Old Pilots say - I took some lessons in Latin dance, salsa and bachata and merengue, and frankly, I had a reasonable measure of fun with it. No fun trying to herd hambeasts around the practice floor, though.
However, it is fun to snuggle up on the dance floor with a nummy-nummy little Caribbean sweetie, especially when she's a 'working girl' and you're warming her up to take her home and do the nasty with her - for a mutually-agreeable price.
Chairborne :
I thought I'd give this a bump since we've got some new users. Fess up! I know a bunch of you got blue-stained tongues and lips from the blue pills choked down for all those years!
T0000009 :
Okay fella's..... You wanna play... I'm all in...
I RAISE!
I won't go into the sordid details because that would take gallons of quill and ink to explain so all you get is the short version and a small sample of the death by a thousand cuts.
- With 3 different women I used my cash and bought each one their own car, one of which was a Jaguar. I sacrificed my classic muscle car which I had spent and incredible amount on to restore.
- I paid for two divorces and dealt with all the emotional drama and constant worry about being taken out for revenge, or dealing with a possible hit job.
- Paid off two college loans, a car loan, and a business loan, and 7 different lawsuits for various misconduct including my own UCMJ issues from my intro.
- Bought 3 separate houses and remodeled 2 of them which took about 5 years or so total and also enlisted the help of friends to do it.
- Had two different businesses crater because of the insane pressure to be all things to all people while getting not one lick of support from the many women I knew during the process.
- One woman I fancied got a dozen pink and white roses, which were rare and hard to find at the time consistently for 3 years straight and I never even kissed her.
- Paid off an expensive medical procedure to the tune of $35,000.00 which I never saw the benefit of even though I wasted years offering advice and emotional support before and after.
Now, I'm sure you lurkers are thinking I was an absolute RETARD for doing all that and much more, and you would be totally correct in that assessment of my actions and foolishness.
However, during all that suffering, all that agony, all that disappointment, the ridiculous sacrifice, and rejection I learned the true nature of women and how they will bleed you dry without remorse.
Use my mistakes as a warning lads...
There be monsters....
Chairborne :
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> Okay fella's..... You wanna play... I'm all in...
> I RAISE!
You certainly lost more by the financial measure in the blue-pill haze than I did... But I don't see any quasi-cuckolding there like I stupidly agreed to. And I think Fully Completely still takes the cake with his woman making him wear ladies' underwear. That's pretty fucking laser-wavelength saphire blue IMHO.
Anyways, it's all for shits and giggles now. I can tolerate my dipshit past precisely because I can laugh at it nowadays.
kev03 :
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> Okay fella's..... You wanna play... I'm all in...
> I RAISE!
There be monsters....
T0000009,
This was big, dude.
The most I did was wine and dine them, and paid some small bills.
Of course, without any return.
I guess wimmins call it an emotional affair.
But I'm in the 2nd world and our going out with a girl consists of drinking some cheap wine on a river bank ))
Or some people prefer getting wasted in the graveyard and then proceed to depredate the graves.
BeijaFlor :
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> Anyways, it's all for shits and giggles now. I can tolerate my dipshit past precisely because I can laugh at it nowadays.
Anyone who can look back at their past follies and laugh at them - WINNER!
T0000009 :
I don't look back and laugh.... When you get used that badly it make you bitter, and mean, it hardens you in ways that are tough to describe.
(I'm mostly there, though I occasionally smack my head and mutter "D'Oh!")
Chairborne :
That's one option. For me, I decided that I have a finite duration of time on this planet, and the choice I make regarding how to view my past would colour my remaining future. So I chose to view the old me as a schlub, a comedic buffoon, whom I can laugh at now. It was a conscious decision and took some mental discipline to redefine my thoughts and change my worldview. But I think I'm better off chuckling, rather than gritting my teeth when I think about those years.
Primus_Pilus :
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> I don't look back and laugh.... When you get used that badly it make you bitter, and mean, it hardens you in ways that are tough to describe.
The best revenge is living well. Look cupcake up in 10-15 years and you'll definitely have the last laugh.
T0000009 :
One called me up after a decade, was looking for a wallet to support her and the kid, it was pretty sad and pathetic. Personally I could care less what happens to any of them, though if they really suffer that's always a plus.
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> That's one option. For me, I decided that I have a finite duration of time on this planet, and the choice I make regarding how to view my past would colour my remaining future.
I've seen way to much death and suffering, and when coupled with the brutality I've been through there just isn't much left inside but a charred out cavern.
ATLien :
High School / Early military. she was the younger sister of one of my good buddies.
Me a junior, she's a freshman. Super crushed on her for years. The only female I was ever a beta-orbiter of.
Lasted til I was about 20-21. Got stationed at a base 90 miles from my hometown. Coincidentally, she was living there.
The most destructive thing, besides never getting pussy from my crush... In high school, I was asked out by 3 girls who were 'year book beauties' but only went on a couple dates with each. I let it fizzle. I think possibly the 2nd and 3rd were in for it, because I brushed off #1 as if I wasn't interested after a couple of dates. Perhaps that boosted my SMV lol
The beta-orbiter was strong in this one.
But wow. I would have bagged those other girls.
After I was in the military, it wasn't so much orbiting her anymore but just being able to see someone from my hometown. I would stop by her work.
Oddly enough, that buddy lives in Atl too. And gay. He come from a totally cookie-cutter nuclear family... great parents.
blue pill... I would say I have made stupid blue pill decisions like marrying #2 while passing thru vegas. Just stupidity at falling for her jedi mind tricks (her pouting for hours in the car after I said i was joking about vegas when we passed the sign). I stopped the car. we were on this large boulder and I asked her to marry me, when I should have threw all her shit out of my car, left here there, and sped off without looking back.
Mikediver :
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> I stopped the car. we were on this large boulder and I asked her to marry me, when I should have threw all her shit out of my car, left here there, and sped off without looking back.
I think it was John Wayne in True Grit that remarked that looking back was a bad habit that can get you killed. My greatest blue pill regret is the time I let my many times unfaithful first wife come back after we had separated. It was deeply regrettable on so many levels.
I was able to put this experience to good use by practically beating a friend over the head to keep him from making the same mistake. So, it is a truly ill wind that blows no good.
Wallabe :
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> I don't look back and laugh.... When you get used that badly it make you bitter, and mean, it hardens you in ways that are tough to describe.
Why don't you take yourself on a nice vacation then?
I am young, so I don't have a lot of truly negative, financial experiences. Mainly I was blue pill to pay for food but got nothing out of it. I guess I am lucky to grow up with the Internet since my single digits, so I knew something was wrong. I became somewhat red pill but it really took off when I found reddit and some MGTOW forums.
Reading these posts, no wonder why the court system is the way it is. It's ruined by blue pills, like you guys here, who have yet to have taken the red pill. Almost all of the things said here + "... Because vagina" can be applied the same to the court system. Because vagina, thy get the upper hand. And also, the court system gets a cut for extracting money from the guy, whether it's his fault or not. Like that guy who had to pay $30,000 to the court system, even though it wasn't his kid, and even when the woman wanted to do away with it completely.
Growing up, I hear a lot of guys said to me "don't get married", even with their wife next to them. I think because I was a kid, it was easier to say that to me. I thought they were joking, but it couldn't be further from the truth. This came from my relatives, as well as acquaintances. So far, I have kept my wallet safe, and I am happy.
I don't remember if it was this thread or somewhere else, but one guy had to pay $200,000 in legal fees for the divorce. I went to Disney World by myself, and a trip is less than $2000, including a food package and flight. I would rather take 100 vacations around the world. Even if the price you pay may be pricey, at least you enjoy yourself, and that's the most important thing. Of course prices varies depends on destinations and I do sound like a kid for saying to go on 100 vacations, but that's much better than going through headaches and having to pay for it. So far, I eat well, enjoy a relaxing life. Thanks for all the posts. I want the long story too, not just the short version. I am listening.
it's unbelievable thinking that most of your wealth a lot of guys make goes to someone else's pocket rather than accumulating wealth.
T0000009 :
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> Why don't you take yourself on a nice vacation then?
I've been to 25 different countries, hunted the most lethal predators on earth, jumped bikes out of moving aircraft, gone home with strippers after they leave the bar, and gathered fresh coconuts right from the tree on a south american beach.... So a trip to Disney World just isn't gonna do it for me anymore.
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> I want the long story too, not just the short version.
No... you really don't....
Wallabe :
Fine, I suppose North Korea might be your destination of choice.
If not, you can still go to Hawaii, climb some coconut trees, bang some hula girls, and do some sky diving there.
I need more stories. I'm absorbing it all up. For my own sake and for others who come here.
I think of each story as money in my pocket. If I could save hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal and divorce fees, that's basically money in my pocket. (Not really, but I don't have to go into debt or financial bankruptcy and having to pay for something I don't enjoy.)
Based on all the estimated money you have lost from your list, you could be living in a mansion, with a Lambo, Ferrari, and still have plenty for retirement and vacations, and any other pay for play if you want. Sigh... Instead, the lawyers are living it up.
Mr Wombat :
My worst memory isn't blue-pill, as such: I just sucked at talking to girls.
I once lent money to a hooker. But it wasn't a lot (a bit more than the price of a booking), and I held out for pay-back in cash. I was just the worst person in the world, it seems, for expecting a small load to be repaid. I never backed down. Never got the money either, of course. Never booked her again.
Most blue pill thing was spending years - every Wednesday at pub quiz night - as a beta orbiter of this chick, one of a cloud of orbiters. I recall sitting in her car, listening to her talk - the whole emotional tampon routine. I'd like to say I snapped out of it and grew a pair, but no - she moved out of the city.
But that's pretty much it as far as blue-pillage goes.
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> Decades after, though - years after she 'went West,' as we Old Pilots say - I took some lessons in Latin dance, salsa and bachata and merengue, and frankly, I had a reasonable measure of fun with it.
Absolutely not my thing at all. Me and a mate went to ceroc once (you know: I'll go if you go sort of thing) - I went back once more. I concluded that it looked like fun without actually being fun.
Maybe it's different for the more sociable types.
O.G. :
> I once lent money to a hooker. But it wasn't a lot (a bit more than the price of a booking), and I held out for pay-back in cash.
> I was just the worst person in the world, it seems, for expecting a small load to be repaid. I never backed down.
> Never got the money either, of course. Never booked her again.
Wombat:
Sometimes a typo error in the right place can REALLY add to a post.
I find if I lay off the fappin' a few days before a date, volume really picks up.
ashurjames :
Reading this gets me throwing up my guts!
Chairborne :
Heh. No doubt huh?
I wonder if I should have put a trigger warning up on the first post?
Mr Wombat :
Meh - mine was only $300. It's not about the amount, it's about the trouble I wet to. She rings and urgently, urgently, urgently needs $300. I get out of bed, get to town and run around - my bank, her bank, get the cash into her account, it's there within the hour. I'd do the same for any friend who told me it was urgent.
Oh, and she promised to pay me back Thursday.
Over the next 6 months or so, drama. She stalled, she offered part payment, she made excuses, she all but wept and called me a monster, over $300. The one thing she never did was simply pay me back. That's all it would have took: "Thanks, Wombat, it was great that you came through when I needed it - here's your $300 and a beer." Hell - she could even have skipped the beer. All she needed to do was what I would do - without fail - if I borrowed $300 off a mate and tole 'em I'd pay them back Thursday.
Eventually I made a comment on social media, and she went "So that's your attitude! Well, that attitude means I don't have to pay you back, ever!". I wasn't the least bit surprised. Her seizing on that bogus excuse was momentarily amusing, nothing more.
The sun will grow cold before that woman pays me the $300 she owes me.
Insidious_Sid :
The thing I did, the thing that broke me:
I told my wife, who was divorcing me so she could run off with her boyfriend, that I was going to try and fix the marriage, win her back and change so that I could be an "adequate husband" in her eyes. I wanted to restore the family for my children that badly - kowtow and submit to a woman who no longer loved me or wanted to be with me.
What little respect I had for her, and for women in general, died along with a good chunk of my soul that day.
That's what I did to earn my MGTOW stripes.
I won't be offering that kind of power over to any human being ever in my life again.
Not even at gunpoint.
MrBlue :
Oooh boy. I've got some stories to share. I used to be THE blue pill beta orbiter. I was THAT guy.
While I was in my 3rd year at university, I lived with a girl, we'll call her J. I quickly developed a massive crush on J that lasted for around a decade. Yes, a decade. J and I used to be good friends, so I used to hang around her like a puppy. When she was single at least, we cooked together, we did everything.
I also tried my hardest to keep other guys at bay. It made me jealous of a friend of mine, who I think was also competing for her attention. I still feel regret over the way I acted towards him, I'm still embarrassed. I got insanely jealous around any other guy that was keen for her.
I was also super blue pill around my first girlfriend. I was pathetic. I stayed at her house all the time. When we had sex, I only wanted to do it with her on top because it made her orgasm quickly. She gave me a lot of hints that she wanted me to dominate her, but no, it was important to Mr Nice Guy that she orgasmed (whether she actually did or not I don't know).
I got up to make her tea in bed every single morning without fail.
Nuggets :
Yknow what? I've been sitting here trying to think of horrible stories - of which I have PLENTY. But the biggest chump move was my 2-year, one and only LTR. She's a fat chick - there I admitted it. Don't harpoon me! Not morbidly obese or ripping rolls of flub, but chunky. In my intro I talk about how I was so blue pill that I thought I couldn't do better. I was the master of getting friendzoned. So I thought the only way to have a girlfriend was to be passive, then get hit on. Looking back, there were plenty of attractive girls that seemed to like me - I just never tried to initiate anything, so they disappeared.
Oh but it gets worse. We kept it long distance after she moved away for college, then she went haywire with the feminist propaganda and I STILL kept going. It gets worse still. I was still trying to get sext action after we broke up. We hooked up a couple years later, then that was the end of it.
Don't harpoon me!
I_walk_alone :
Mine? A female colleague who I got on well with, started to suspect that I'd fallen for her. She probed me and I confessed my feelings for her. I didn't even want anything to happen due to us being colleagues and there being an age gap. She told me not to worry and that she was flattered. This conversation happened outside of work.
The next day I was called into HR and pretty much told to stay the fuck away from her. For the next year if I so much as attempted to do my job, I was given the "Ew! get away, creeper!" treatment. She'd leave me out of work-related discussions - deliberately so, keep me out of the loop and it affected my ability to do my job.
After a year of being treated like a leper I attempted to do what was right for work's sake by asking her to keep any grudges out of the office in a very civil-worded message on facebook (didn't use work e-mail and I sent the message on a Saturday)
Surprise, surprise, the following Monday she used that message as a sexual harrassment claim and I was called into HR again. My boss said that I had nothing to answer for (I still have that in writing) but two weeks later I was selected for redundancy after nearly 20 years' service and an unblemished record.
I do not speak to women in the workplace AT ALL now.
Dubya :
I don't even deserve to sit at the poker table.
Let's see...when I was 20ish I fucked my 35ish single-mother mexican girlfriend without a condom and came inside her for years. She told me she had her tubes tied and it never even occurred to me that she might be lying. Thankfully she was telling the truth. On the bright side I made her pay 1/2 of everything, I never so much as bought her a HOT DOG. We stopped a hot dog place for lunch, she had no money, I was like "oh well" and bought myself 2 hotdogs with everything. I ended up giving her half of my second hot dog because she said she was sooooo hungry. Her 8 year old daughter was with us, I didn't buy her a hotdog either.
With my ex-wife I paid $10,000 for the wedding, $800 for the abortion and $600 for a one way ticket to Seattle. Thank God we never got married at city hall, just in a church and stuff. She was a virgin and a 9.5 with a bangin body, easily the hottest girl I've fucked to this day. I did pull some beta shit, like getting down on one knee to ask her hand in marriage, and I bought her a hair dryer after the abortion to make her feel beautiful again.
Anyway
Here's how it works boys. The more you make her carry her own weight, the more she respects you. The more stuff you buy her, the more you're telling her "You're better than me, so let me compensate you for that."
Going dutch is a great wait to test a woman, if she fails that test then cut her loose.
Gonzo :
In my mid 20's I was the ultimate blue pill dumbass. I fell for this cute brunette Italian gal. Only Child, still lived with her parents...and she didn't drive. I thought that was odd, but I was smitten. Her Dad would drop her off at work and pick her up everyday. Every time we had a date, or I would be over hanging out, I would end up taking her shopping, or running errands. I sucked it up, cause I was smitten. After about 8 months of this, I finally got fed up. We were hanging out one day and she got a call from an old friend, they were talking and she mentioned me..."he's like a really great friend".
I was friendzoned for 8 months and didn't even know it!
I never even had sex with her...
Did I mention I was a dumbass back then?
Peace,
Bob
Canis :
The biggest mistake I made in my life was being a white knight and coming to rescue this Albatross I'm stuck with now.
Neo :
This guy should come and post here...
He said...
> I was led to a squad car in my fucking slippers...They held me at gunpoint while other officers moved through the house, into the man den where they opened the door.
skeezerbreezer :
In a vein attempt at keeping the family together I forgave my ex wife her infidelity only for her to be vilified and use it as an excuse for divorce.I did not divorce her for adultery but she divorced me for unreasonable behavior ^^^^^^^^^^^^^!!!!
She was half right.
Eiji :
only blue-pill thing I can think of... just one word: Puberty (as in, a very bad idea!!!! If I had known how much of a headache it would be, I wouldn't have bothered...)
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