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Blue-Pill Confessional: What's the least dignified Beta-male act you've made? P2
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kev03
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I was cat-sitting for about 2 weeks for my gf (whom I didn't fuck, I didn't get around to fucking her, since I could do it only when inebriated to stand her ugly ass, and she could do it only when sober, she explained she could cum only when sober) when she went to Turkey for vacation, and during that time I did her work besides my own work (we're in the same line of business). I covered her for several years in this way. I was also buying cat-food, and of course she did not pay for cat-sitting. After she returned from vacation, we usually drank Saint-Emilion wine, which I bought. And the cat was pretty psychotic and whined all the time bc his owner left, and did not allow to pet him (fucker). ))
And then later she used to tell me how she hooked up with hot Turkish dudes who fucked her old ass.
I forgot to mention she was10 years my senior. ))
I also used to edit a lot of her work free of charge.
Chairborne :
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Originally Posted by Indianajohn
> I got my girl friend pregnant and married her.
> 30 years later, here I am.
> Haven't pulled the pin yet. I stand to have to pay 50% of my income to her for the rest of her life. Plus loose half my pension and 401K and the house.
> BDG really looks down on someone that divorces a disabled spouse.
> I'm still trying to figure a way out. Just haven't decided is pulling the pin is worth it yet
The Disability thing is definitely a constraint. But just the financial consequences, but there may also be guilt from leaving a disabled person to "fend for themselves".
2 points to consider;
1. Fuck the finances, it is better to be poor & free than financially secure & miserable. Living in another country can lower your expenses.
2. Disability doesn't absolve somebody of the consequences of their actions. If she is a mean, bitter hag... If she is abusive (emotionally)... Then don't feel guilt over leaving.
College MGTOW :
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Originally Posted by Chairborne
> You dodged a bullet CollegeMGTOW. Seriously.
Fuck a bullet. In Washington State, that "bullet" felt like a hare-brained man, with failing memory, with his finger over the trigger of the US nuclear arms aimed right at my asshole. I worried for years. Mainly because holy shit, was I stupid with that broad. Not only did I volunteer such a thing, I also helped take care of her cumdumpster spawn. Great, wonderful kid, just born to the wrong mother. Pawned my bass (and subsequently lost it) to keep her afloat between paychecks. Oh, and this was all during her carouseling years. So much bullshit with long, long statutes of limitations. I was finally free of the last of it when her daughter, that I helped take care of for... three or four years from infancy as a stable paternal figure, said she couldn't remember a bit of who I was.
I know I didn't have to elaborate, since I won already (Oppression olympics, man-style! YEAH! Nooooo....), but there's the reason why I didn't need to. Because there were stupider decisions behind it!
But look, hell, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. She showed me how much women are really worth. Which is why, while I'm ashamed, I don't regret it. They were a critical set of lessons I needed to learn only one way: The hard way. Going my own way let me put into focus what is really important... Me.
Raskolnikov :
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Originally Posted by William Noy
> Lots of views. This thread seems popular with the lurkers lol. Feel free to join in, folks.
I don't have any life-wrenching blue pill actions/decisions like some of the other posts on this thread, just me being young and naive.
The girl I lost my virginity to (I was 17, she was 15 and not a virgin) told me if I drove her 30 miles across town to her ex-boyfriend's house she would get us a quarter ounce of weed that he allegedly owed her. So I drive her over there, and wait in the car for half an hour while she's inside. She comes out all hot and sweaty, hair dishevelled, and no weed. I'm pissed about her wasting my time and no weed, but totally clueless that she was inside fucking him. I tell my friends (who were all looking forward to smoking some of that weed) what happened a few hours later, and they all start laughing at me and telling me what a slut she is. And yes, I didn't even break up with her until a few months later, because vagina.
Chairborne :
Raskolnikov, that's pretty damn Beta. Lol.
Kev03, taking care of another's pet for no recognition could be ok if the pet was cool - but if it's a vile, mean creature, then there's no real upide, huh?
Ah well, live n' learn.
flailer :
Fuckity FUCK FUCK FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!
I'd MUCH rather focus on positive chances I (we) have made in our choices, behavior, & actions!!!
Chairborne :
You can still do that - no need to read the anecdotes here if you don't want to. But for those who do, there's humour and warning in comparing the mistakes we've made.
smallbitsoffire :
Reading this gets me throwing up my guts!
flailer :
You're right.
OK, here is mine:
- I lost hundreds of thousand of dollars, well over $400,000.00 , to a Lying, Cheating, Stealing, Hate-filled, Selfish BITCH.
- I lost out on a serious amount of Joy, Happiness, & Freedom too.
Lesson #1: NEVER fully trust a Woman.
Lesson #2: NEVER fucking forget lesson #1
Abdenour :
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Originally Posted by flailer
> You're right.
> OK, here is mine:
> - I lost hundreds of thousand of dollars, well over $400,000.00 , to a Lying, Cheating, Stealing, Hate-filled, Selfish BITCH.
> - I lost out on a serious amount of Joy, Happiness, & Freedom too.
> Lesson #1: NEVER fully trust a Woman.
> Lesson #2: NEVER fucking forget lesson #1
Time to vote for gold, silver and bronze medals. I vote this one as gold medal, and the Canadian in the military who gave $16,000 to an ex short term girl friend as the silver medal. I would have to re-read the whole thread to vote on a bronze medal. Of course, my vote is subject to change as more stories come in.
Flailer, could you elaborate on how you lost well over $400,000 to a woman. Was it a marriage and cash out divorce situation ?
A couple of years ago, I saw a documentary on TV about marriage, divorce, pre nups, etc. One guy who owned and ran his own business had a $40 million net worth, married a woman he was set up on a blind date with, without a pre nup, in a community property state. She stayed with him just long enough to qualify for half his assets, divorced him and walked out with $20 million. He said in the documentary he was angry. He said some of his VPs have $20 million, and they worked their ass off for that money. And the only thing that woman ever did in her life was to marry him.
William Noy :
Maybe it's because I'm from a non-community property jurisdiction, but I don't understand how his pre-existing business/net worth could be considered a marital asset. Unless the facts are misconstrued, he brought that with him into the marriage. Just like wifey brought her Aunt Violet's heirloom cuckoo clock into the marriage. He isn't entitled to that clock, even in a community property state (unless I misunderstand), why is she entitled to his wealth?
Pre-nups and claims of non-marital property are often attacked on the basis that wifey somehow added value to the man's assets and therefore they've become marital property. So there IS a concept that wifey must contribute in order to collect. However, what I often find is that courts often just assume she's at home cooking and cleaning and taking care of the kids and this allows the man to earn more money unencumbered. But still, I don't see how that entitles her to half. I'm not disputing that many courts WOULD award her half, I'm just saying I'm having trouble reconciling it with my understanding of how the law is supposed to work.
Abdenour :
They didn't go into the legalities in that show. The one hour or so show included several examples. It wasn't just about this case. So they devoted only at most 10 minutes or so for each example. Typical TV show. Just enough information to keep you hooked up until the next commercial, then move to the next case or to interviewing some lawyer (nothing in depth). A nice quote I remember from that lawyer was "If you get married without a pre nup, you don't need a good lawyer; you need a good psychiatrist".
My understanding of community property is that, once you commingle old and new funds, it's all dividable. But I am no expert (far from it) on these issues. I have never been married, never been engaged, never proposed to anybody. So I am a passive non engaged learner about this topic.
William Noy :
That could be it. Like in business. If you co-mingle your personal funds with your business funds, you're screwed because someone with an interest in the business now has an interest in your personal assets.
kev03 :
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Originally Posted by Abdenour
> and walked out with $20 million. .
In such cases as these, wimmin do not realize that karma will catch up.
Karma is a bitch.
On the other hand, karma is a complex thing.
In this case, maybe it was the guy's karma to lose some of his assets for something he did in the past (even in remote past, like in some past incarnation).
But the chick will definitely pay for this. You cannot escape karma.
Many people naively think they can avoid retribution, but it's impossible. Sooner or later, she will be fucked.
College MGTOW :
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Originally Posted by flailer
> Fuckity FUCK FUCK FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!
> I'd MUCH rather focus on positive chances I (we) have made in our choices, behavior, & actions!!!
I hope this thread stands as a warning, that this is what could happen to you if you don't pursue your own happiness in self-improvement. I'm grateful to be able to immerse myself in academia every day instead of slogging through academia for a job to hold a wench up. My past deviance gave me a great education I'm thankful for, because I got to see, feel and be that beta. That broad gave me lessons that I can pass on to my youngest brother (of 8 years old, oldest of 3, two younger sisters!), and maybe, just maybe, see if I can make a BYTOW [Boy going his own way].
I'm happy because it's over and done with. I'm happy because I'll never deal with that shit again. I'm happy because I have the resources I want and need - me, and all of me - to pursue self-fulfillment and happiness. And no one will take that away from me.
Fully Completely :
The four hundred grand above could of easily been some retirement funds, half the equity of a nice home, material assets and a stake in a small business that has money in the bank. An Italian customer of mine used to be amused at my single status years ago and even had one of his attractive daughters come over to pick up an order once. I recall him explaining to her over MY phone how I was eligible and that I should man up, all in a joking manner. Of course I was somewhat belittled but being the blue pill wanker I was I rolled with it. Then at a later point in time he again brought up the subject. He then yet again asked if I was married so as to see if I was in a position to eventually loose half my assets and home... He had just went through a divorce himself at 60 or so years old. Then moved out west and shacked up with a GF and tried to run his engineering consulting business from home. I consider that anecdote one of the many reasons I stayed single.
Octavian :
Lets hop in the Delorean, and take a ride into the past at 88 MPH. You Euro guys need to do your own Kilometer conversions.
High School. Ushers "Yeah" is blaring out of every radio in earshot, and Apple has just released the revolutionary iPod video. 30 GB of storage! Regrettably, young Octavian is more preoccupied with saving the cash to get a car then he is on avoiding female entanglements. Walking through the halls of an urban high school with his chunky music player, his status as a broke ass dude has ensured hell pass the first three years very much pussy free.
That changed when Octavian got a happy go lucky girl from a different side of town. Being that young Octavian new nothing about sex or girls, he did what he did when his dads car made stage noises or his homework didn't make sense. After two hours a week in the Borders Bookstore relationship section, Mr Octavian knew what it took to keep a girl happy, in and out of bed.
Suddenly, Mr Octavian got real popular with the ankles at his High School. Even the hot mixed girl who looked like Gianna Michaels' twin sister wanted a piece. Yet, his steadfast integrity meant he turned down all comers. Its what a real man did, of course.
Lets take the ol Time Machine for another spin into the future. Octavian goes into the military, and is horrified at what he sees. Lopsided female to male ratios mean the fat girls get to call the shots in couples, and amidst this male hostile environment he meets a mixed girl from Baltimore. Meeting a Dominican girl when you're an E3 in the military should be illegal.
The result was years of psychological power struggling, as the woman fought for the very core of my identity. The experience was akin to being assimilated by the Borg Collective- no area of my life was sacred from her criticism or reach. Any resistance from me meant she played a trump card-calling Base Legal and filing a complaint.
Which is why I broke up with her when I was officially on leave status thousands of miles away from my duty station.
I'll never go back to that state of being again.
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Originally Posted by Abdenour
> They didn't go into the legalities in that show. The one hour or so show included several examples. It wasn't just about this case. So they devoted only at most 10 minutes or so > for each example. Typical TV show. Just enough information to keep you hooked up until the next commercial, then move to the next case or to interviewing some lawyer (nothing in depth).
> A nice quote I remember from that lawyer was "If you get married without a pre nup, you don't need a good lawyer; you need a good psychiatrist".
> My understanding of community property is that, once you commingle old and new funds, it's all dividable. But I am no expert (far from it) on these issues.
> I have never been married, never been engaged, never proposed to anybody. So I am a passive non engaged learner about this topic.
It's dependent on the structure of the business, not necessarily community property.
It is true that assets acquired before the marriage are party to the original earners. When it comes to a business however, the current INTEREST in the business a man has is legally divisible property in some areas regarding divorce.
Example: I form a partnership with my friend, who's married after the company is created. We go 50/50 on investments in and profits coming out. One day his wife goes Mortal Kombat and pulls the finishing move in court. The court can then say "Mr Partner, you must sell your interest in Octavian Co to satisfy the divorce decree. "Alternatively, the court could say that cupcakes entitled to the revenue from the business even though she has no stake directly as a part of her alimony.
Because of how business liability works, an order like that could devestate a company even if it's doing well. If a partner is forced to sell or divest their interest and that person has intellectual property or skill with the business, it can torpedo the entire operation.
Which is why I'd never start a business with a married partner.
Thomas Covenant :
Keyman assurance and a cross-option agreement!
I'll take my 3% fee in cold beers thanks!
Fully Completely :
I know of a high end machine shop that closed up on account of this. The silent partner passed leaving his stake to his hairdresser wife. The other partner was a guy from France that grew up in the trade, very skilled and fair guy. One morning he came to work only to find that the bitch had moved him out of his upstairs office with view of plant and yard to a smaller room downstairs next to the compressors. She then proceeded to roll back the machinists salaries and hire a pot bellied bean-counter type that would arrogantly walk through the shop and question everyone's motive. The guys hated him instantly and the place closed up a not even a year later. They lost all their skilled staff.
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.
>
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...)
I was cat-sitting for about 2 weeks for my gf (whom I didn't fuck, I didn't get around to fucking her, since I could do it only when inebriated to stand her ugly ass, and she could do it only when sober, she explained she could cum only when sober) when she went to Turkey for vacation, and during that time I did her work besides my own work (we're in the same line of business). I covered her for several years in this way. I was also buying cat-food, and of course she did not pay for cat-sitting. After she returned from vacation, we usually drank Saint-Emilion wine, which I bought. And the cat was pretty psychotic and whined all the time bc his owner left, and did not allow to pet him (fucker). ))
And then later she used to tell me how she hooked up with hot Turkish dudes who fucked her old ass.
I forgot to mention she was10 years my senior. ))
I also used to edit a lot of her work free of charge.
Chairborne :
>
Originally Posted by Indianajohn
> I got my girl friend pregnant and married her.
> 30 years later, here I am.
> Haven't pulled the pin yet. I stand to have to pay 50% of my income to her for the rest of her life. Plus loose half my pension and 401K and the house.
> BDG really looks down on someone that divorces a disabled spouse.
> I'm still trying to figure a way out. Just haven't decided is pulling the pin is worth it yet
The Disability thing is definitely a constraint. But just the financial consequences, but there may also be guilt from leaving a disabled person to "fend for themselves".
2 points to consider;
1. Fuck the finances, it is better to be poor & free than financially secure & miserable. Living in another country can lower your expenses.
2. Disability doesn't absolve somebody of the consequences of their actions. If she is a mean, bitter hag... If she is abusive (emotionally)... Then don't feel guilt over leaving.
College MGTOW :
>
Originally Posted by Chairborne
> You dodged a bullet CollegeMGTOW. Seriously.
Fuck a bullet. In Washington State, that "bullet" felt like a hare-brained man, with failing memory, with his finger over the trigger of the US nuclear arms aimed right at my asshole. I worried for years. Mainly because holy shit, was I stupid with that broad. Not only did I volunteer such a thing, I also helped take care of her cumdumpster spawn. Great, wonderful kid, just born to the wrong mother. Pawned my bass (and subsequently lost it) to keep her afloat between paychecks. Oh, and this was all during her carouseling years. So much bullshit with long, long statutes of limitations. I was finally free of the last of it when her daughter, that I helped take care of for... three or four years from infancy as a stable paternal figure, said she couldn't remember a bit of who I was.
I know I didn't have to elaborate, since I won already (Oppression olympics, man-style! YEAH! Nooooo....), but there's the reason why I didn't need to. Because there were stupider decisions behind it!
But look, hell, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. She showed me how much women are really worth. Which is why, while I'm ashamed, I don't regret it. They were a critical set of lessons I needed to learn only one way: The hard way. Going my own way let me put into focus what is really important... Me.
Raskolnikov :
>
Originally Posted by William Noy
> Lots of views. This thread seems popular with the lurkers lol. Feel free to join in, folks.
I don't have any life-wrenching blue pill actions/decisions like some of the other posts on this thread, just me being young and naive.
The girl I lost my virginity to (I was 17, she was 15 and not a virgin) told me if I drove her 30 miles across town to her ex-boyfriend's house she would get us a quarter ounce of weed that he allegedly owed her. So I drive her over there, and wait in the car for half an hour while she's inside. She comes out all hot and sweaty, hair dishevelled, and no weed. I'm pissed about her wasting my time and no weed, but totally clueless that she was inside fucking him. I tell my friends (who were all looking forward to smoking some of that weed) what happened a few hours later, and they all start laughing at me and telling me what a slut she is. And yes, I didn't even break up with her until a few months later, because vagina.
Chairborne :
Raskolnikov, that's pretty damn Beta. Lol.
Kev03, taking care of another's pet for no recognition could be ok if the pet was cool - but if it's a vile, mean creature, then there's no real upide, huh?
Ah well, live n' learn.
flailer :
Fuckity FUCK FUCK FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!
I'd MUCH rather focus on positive chances I (we) have made in our choices, behavior, & actions!!!
Chairborne :
You can still do that - no need to read the anecdotes here if you don't want to. But for those who do, there's humour and warning in comparing the mistakes we've made.
smallbitsoffire :
Reading this gets me throwing up my guts!
flailer :
You're right.
OK, here is mine:
- I lost hundreds of thousand of dollars, well over $400,000.00 , to a Lying, Cheating, Stealing, Hate-filled, Selfish BITCH.
- I lost out on a serious amount of Joy, Happiness, & Freedom too.
Lesson #1: NEVER fully trust a Woman.
Lesson #2: NEVER fucking forget lesson #1
Abdenour :
>
Originally Posted by flailer
> You're right.
> OK, here is mine:
> - I lost hundreds of thousand of dollars, well over $400,000.00 , to a Lying, Cheating, Stealing, Hate-filled, Selfish BITCH.
> - I lost out on a serious amount of Joy, Happiness, & Freedom too.
> Lesson #1: NEVER fully trust a Woman.
> Lesson #2: NEVER fucking forget lesson #1
Time to vote for gold, silver and bronze medals. I vote this one as gold medal, and the Canadian in the military who gave $16,000 to an ex short term girl friend as the silver medal. I would have to re-read the whole thread to vote on a bronze medal. Of course, my vote is subject to change as more stories come in.
Flailer, could you elaborate on how you lost well over $400,000 to a woman. Was it a marriage and cash out divorce situation ?
A couple of years ago, I saw a documentary on TV about marriage, divorce, pre nups, etc. One guy who owned and ran his own business had a $40 million net worth, married a woman he was set up on a blind date with, without a pre nup, in a community property state. She stayed with him just long enough to qualify for half his assets, divorced him and walked out with $20 million. He said in the documentary he was angry. He said some of his VPs have $20 million, and they worked their ass off for that money. And the only thing that woman ever did in her life was to marry him.
William Noy :
Maybe it's because I'm from a non-community property jurisdiction, but I don't understand how his pre-existing business/net worth could be considered a marital asset. Unless the facts are misconstrued, he brought that with him into the marriage. Just like wifey brought her Aunt Violet's heirloom cuckoo clock into the marriage. He isn't entitled to that clock, even in a community property state (unless I misunderstand), why is she entitled to his wealth?
Pre-nups and claims of non-marital property are often attacked on the basis that wifey somehow added value to the man's assets and therefore they've become marital property. So there IS a concept that wifey must contribute in order to collect. However, what I often find is that courts often just assume she's at home cooking and cleaning and taking care of the kids and this allows the man to earn more money unencumbered. But still, I don't see how that entitles her to half. I'm not disputing that many courts WOULD award her half, I'm just saying I'm having trouble reconciling it with my understanding of how the law is supposed to work.
Abdenour :
They didn't go into the legalities in that show. The one hour or so show included several examples. It wasn't just about this case. So they devoted only at most 10 minutes or so for each example. Typical TV show. Just enough information to keep you hooked up until the next commercial, then move to the next case or to interviewing some lawyer (nothing in depth). A nice quote I remember from that lawyer was "If you get married without a pre nup, you don't need a good lawyer; you need a good psychiatrist".
My understanding of community property is that, once you commingle old and new funds, it's all dividable. But I am no expert (far from it) on these issues. I have never been married, never been engaged, never proposed to anybody. So I am a passive non engaged learner about this topic.
William Noy :
That could be it. Like in business. If you co-mingle your personal funds with your business funds, you're screwed because someone with an interest in the business now has an interest in your personal assets.
kev03 :
>
Originally Posted by Abdenour
> and walked out with $20 million. .
In such cases as these, wimmin do not realize that karma will catch up.
Karma is a bitch.
On the other hand, karma is a complex thing.
In this case, maybe it was the guy's karma to lose some of his assets for something he did in the past (even in remote past, like in some past incarnation).
But the chick will definitely pay for this. You cannot escape karma.
Many people naively think they can avoid retribution, but it's impossible. Sooner or later, she will be fucked.
College MGTOW :
>
>
Originally Posted by flailer
> Fuckity FUCK FUCK FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!
> I'd MUCH rather focus on positive chances I (we) have made in our choices, behavior, & actions!!!
I hope this thread stands as a warning, that this is what could happen to you if you don't pursue your own happiness in self-improvement. I'm grateful to be able to immerse myself in academia every day instead of slogging through academia for a job to hold a wench up. My past deviance gave me a great education I'm thankful for, because I got to see, feel and be that beta. That broad gave me lessons that I can pass on to my youngest brother (of 8 years old, oldest of 3, two younger sisters!), and maybe, just maybe, see if I can make a BYTOW [Boy going his own way].
I'm happy because it's over and done with. I'm happy because I'll never deal with that shit again. I'm happy because I have the resources I want and need - me, and all of me - to pursue self-fulfillment and happiness. And no one will take that away from me.
Fully Completely :
The four hundred grand above could of easily been some retirement funds, half the equity of a nice home, material assets and a stake in a small business that has money in the bank. An Italian customer of mine used to be amused at my single status years ago and even had one of his attractive daughters come over to pick up an order once. I recall him explaining to her over MY phone how I was eligible and that I should man up, all in a joking manner. Of course I was somewhat belittled but being the blue pill wanker I was I rolled with it. Then at a later point in time he again brought up the subject. He then yet again asked if I was married so as to see if I was in a position to eventually loose half my assets and home... He had just went through a divorce himself at 60 or so years old. Then moved out west and shacked up with a GF and tried to run his engineering consulting business from home. I consider that anecdote one of the many reasons I stayed single.
Octavian :
Lets hop in the Delorean, and take a ride into the past at 88 MPH. You Euro guys need to do your own Kilometer conversions.
High School. Ushers "Yeah" is blaring out of every radio in earshot, and Apple has just released the revolutionary iPod video. 30 GB of storage! Regrettably, young Octavian is more preoccupied with saving the cash to get a car then he is on avoiding female entanglements. Walking through the halls of an urban high school with his chunky music player, his status as a broke ass dude has ensured hell pass the first three years very much pussy free.
That changed when Octavian got a happy go lucky girl from a different side of town. Being that young Octavian new nothing about sex or girls, he did what he did when his dads car made stage noises or his homework didn't make sense. After two hours a week in the Borders Bookstore relationship section, Mr Octavian knew what it took to keep a girl happy, in and out of bed.
Suddenly, Mr Octavian got real popular with the ankles at his High School. Even the hot mixed girl who looked like Gianna Michaels' twin sister wanted a piece. Yet, his steadfast integrity meant he turned down all comers. Its what a real man did, of course.
Lets take the ol Time Machine for another spin into the future. Octavian goes into the military, and is horrified at what he sees. Lopsided female to male ratios mean the fat girls get to call the shots in couples, and amidst this male hostile environment he meets a mixed girl from Baltimore. Meeting a Dominican girl when you're an E3 in the military should be illegal.
The result was years of psychological power struggling, as the woman fought for the very core of my identity. The experience was akin to being assimilated by the Borg Collective- no area of my life was sacred from her criticism or reach. Any resistance from me meant she played a trump card-calling Base Legal and filing a complaint.
Which is why I broke up with her when I was officially on leave status thousands of miles away from my duty station.
I'll never go back to that state of being again.
>
Originally Posted by Abdenour
> They didn't go into the legalities in that show. The one hour or so show included several examples. It wasn't just about this case. So they devoted only at most 10 minutes or so > for each example. Typical TV show. Just enough information to keep you hooked up until the next commercial, then move to the next case or to interviewing some lawyer (nothing in depth).
> A nice quote I remember from that lawyer was "If you get married without a pre nup, you don't need a good lawyer; you need a good psychiatrist".
> My understanding of community property is that, once you commingle old and new funds, it's all dividable. But I am no expert (far from it) on these issues.
> I have never been married, never been engaged, never proposed to anybody. So I am a passive non engaged learner about this topic.
It's dependent on the structure of the business, not necessarily community property.
It is true that assets acquired before the marriage are party to the original earners. When it comes to a business however, the current INTEREST in the business a man has is legally divisible property in some areas regarding divorce.
Example: I form a partnership with my friend, who's married after the company is created. We go 50/50 on investments in and profits coming out. One day his wife goes Mortal Kombat and pulls the finishing move in court. The court can then say "Mr Partner, you must sell your interest in Octavian Co to satisfy the divorce decree. "Alternatively, the court could say that cupcakes entitled to the revenue from the business even though she has no stake directly as a part of her alimony.
Because of how business liability works, an order like that could devestate a company even if it's doing well. If a partner is forced to sell or divest their interest and that person has intellectual property or skill with the business, it can torpedo the entire operation.
Which is why I'd never start a business with a married partner.
Thomas Covenant :
Keyman assurance and a cross-option agreement!
I'll take my 3% fee in cold beers thanks!
Fully Completely :
I know of a high end machine shop that closed up on account of this. The silent partner passed leaving his stake to his hairdresser wife. The other partner was a guy from France that grew up in the trade, very skilled and fair guy. One morning he came to work only to find that the bitch had moved him out of his upstairs office with view of plant and yard to a smaller room downstairs next to the compressors. She then proceeded to roll back the machinists salaries and hire a pot bellied bean-counter type that would arrogantly walk through the shop and question everyone's motive. The guys hated him instantly and the place closed up a not even a year later. They lost all their skilled staff.
Neo :
>
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 :
>
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.
- 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 :
>
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 :
>
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 :
>
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 :
>
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.
>
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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