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Sp1r0_Agn3W posted:id like to know where she was going with that cut off text in the third pic dunno, but you can read about it here if you want http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-3537333/Woman-shares-insane-text-rant-received-Tinder-date-refusing-sleep-night.html 
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On weekend nights, I took a few shots from my vodka bottle and set out on walks around the town, desperately hoping that I would stumble across some opportunity to make friends. I often ended up sitting alone at some café, hoping girls would talk to me before I sobered up. No girl ever did. I then went back home to lie in my bed alone.
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tell me more about the foods you like
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cheetah7071 posted:Tomatoes are terrible and very restaurant has tomatoes in 90% of their dishes, it's terrible that is interesting where do you think your distaste for tomatoes comes from also why are you a big baby
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Rationalization Hamster A creature which lives in a woman’s brain, and feverishly spins the hamster wheel which helps her rationalize and justify her thoughts, behavior and actions regardless of how counterintuitive they may be. No amount of logic or reason can stop the hamster from spinning. Coined by the blogger Roissy. Her hamster will (for example) become apparent when she REFUSES to acknowledge the possibility that a man is simply not interested in her. She will convince herself “he’s a jerk” or “he must be gay” rather than accept the truth. The dialogue in her own head has no place in reality. The hamster also convinces “strong and independent” women who openly declare they “don’t need a man” (while simultaneously seeking one) that men are somehow “intimidated” by them . . . instead of accepting that she is best left to be “strong and independent” on her own for as long as possible. Preferably forever.
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Many moons ago, in the great city of Chicago, I stood in line with other members of my 3rd grade class. Outfitted in a god-awful uniform comprised of a red shirt, blue clip-on tie with little American flags, dark blue pants, and black “church shoes”, I waited in line at the only outdoor water fountain after recess with about 30 other kids. (Super relevant: we had to change back in to our uniforms with “church shoes” after recess before entering the building, or Jesus would get all worked up about it.) The “exceptional student of the week” umpteen times in a row was Brad Richie (I used his real name because it’s just too perfect). Brad was in charge of making sure the line moved quickly at the water fountain after recess, so he’d stand there with his finger on the button and his nose three inches from your ear counting “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, STOP!” But any time a pretty GIRL mounted the stepstool to reach the fountain, Brad changed his method of counting. It went something like this: “Oneeeeeee Miss…issss…ippi . . .[long drawn out breath] Twooooooo Miss…issss…ippi . . . [long drawn out breath] Threeee . . . etc.” My first encounter with White Knighting was Brad Richie. Clearly I was a little behind Brad in my development, because I didn’t even notice girls at the time. I honestly had no idea they were getting preferential treatment by Brad simply because he thought they were cute. In my young mind, there were just “some kids” being treated better than “other kids.” I was always too smart and persuasive to do my own dirty work, so I enlisted the slow kid to go to the teacher and blow the whistle on Brad’s gross mismanagement of authority. The response from our chick teacher was exactly what you might expect: “Don’t tattle-tale on your classmates. Brad is just being a gentleman.” Deep inside my 3rd grade brain, I started to ponder. Gentleman. Hmmm… Gentleman… Let’s think about this for a moment; a gentleman is what I’m supposed to be to my mother and my sisters… Wait a minute! My mother and my sisters are GIRLS! Is Brad letting them drink from the fountain twice as long as the rest of us because they’re GIRLS? Nah, that’s just silly. Those girls are not his sisters or his mother, and girls are poo poo soccer players who don’t think farts are funny. They’re ok, but no boy in his right mind would go out of his way to be extra nice to them, so I must be way off base here. Or am I? I don’t know. I’m confused. But there was still injustice taking place in the water fountain line, so I decided to put an end to it. Knowing I’d never be “exceptional student of the week”, I came up with an alternate plan of attack. I wrote up a little flyer in not-so-secret secret code, snuck in to the teacher’s lounge during an impromptu bathroom break to make copies of it, assembled all the guys on the soccer field during recess, and unleashed my plan. After recess, when once again the line for the water fountain was stretching half-way back to the monkey bars, all the boys waited patiently for the first little girl to reach the fountain. When she did, all of us lifted our voices in unison and said: “ONE MISSISSIPPI, TWO MISSISSIPPI, THREE MISSISSIPPI, STOP!” Thus was the end of Brad Richie’s beta supplication at the water fountain. We only had to do it two or three times for him to get the picture – and it was worth every demerit I received for unruly behavior plus the paddling in front of the entire class for sneaking in to the teacher’s lounge to make copies. Brad ratted me out after launching a full scale investigation and bribing the slow kid with seedless grapes (you can’t make this poo poo up.) After that incident, most of the little girls started treating me differently, and the Queen Bee of the bunch took action. To this day, I still remember her walking up to me and calling me a “meanie jerk” who wanted “girls to be thirsty all day” because I wasn’t a “gentleman.” I remember that conversation clearly even though it was decades ago, because I got yet another paddling for calling her a “booger-john”, but she didn’t get in trouble at all for calling me a “meanie jerk”. Don’t ask me where the term booger-john came from or what it meant, but I picked it up from my cousins in South Carolina. All I know is that my first encounter with unequal consequences based on gender came at the hands of my 3rd grade teacher, Ms. Bethany Auclair. Mentu’s Sixth Law of Dickatry: Women will gladly embrace gender inequality when it yields preferential outcomes. This is why no man should ever take their bullshit demands seriously. At first I didn’t really understand her hostility, because my actions were completely aimed at Brad, not the girls. My intention was never to have the girls receive less water – I just wanted Brad to stick with the program. Had we all benefitted from the long drawn-out version of the counting, I would have never said a word. The water fountain incident was a long time ago, and the stakes are much higher today. From the White Knighting and female privilege found in an ultra-conservative Christian elementary school to the White Knighting and female privilege found in today’s society, it’s up to me and you to rectify the situation. We might not be able to change the world, but drat it, we can at least change the environment around the one little fountain we drink from. Every sexual encounter I have with women, every relationship I’m in, every business meeting I have with my female staff, and every post I drop centers around one goal: True equality. Game levels the playing field in the SMP, my unending commitment to holding my female staff members to the same standards of excellence as the men levels the playing field at work (which a small handful of women actually appreciate), and my willingness to nuke hamsters and put a stop to beta and princess bullshit before it even get started keeps my social life on the level. Of course, true equality sounds a lot like “ONE MISSISSIPPI, TWO MISSISSIPPI, THREE MISSISSIPPI, STOP!” so the majority of women aren’t very fond of it.
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i had to go to mgtow.com to get some fuckin content for the thread because you dumbasses kept talking about your precious diets and how you were allergic to couscous well not really allergic but you didn't like the texture shut up
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Picture are a point of importance which stop 90% of men from entering the online sex market. In addition to 50+ online girls in the past year, what inspired me to put this together is seeing the market place from a woman’s perspective time and time again while browsing their dating apps. As I lay in bed a repeat customer (HB10) who I had met from OKC, I decide that she shall not get her morning round until I had fun with her phone which was beeping earlier creating somewhat of an annoyance. Open the OkCupid application, lo and behold – I am greeted by 1000+ visitors, and 100+ unread messages from the previous couple of days. As her status was changed to ‘online’ the messages started coming in at a rapid rate (this is at 7AM on the weekend) every beta Bob who did not get laid the night prior was mass sending ‘Hey’s’ and ‘Hi’s’ in the most gruesome manner. Out of the 100+ messages received, no more than 10 were opened and a total of 3 received a response. The 20x20 pixel message avatar of the other 90% of men was enough to deem them virtually invisible. But I don’t blame her, the pictures we so bad they could have comprised page #25 of a high school yearbook. Take better pictures! The three men were me, my pictures make me out to be a super tall 10 with my best most natural smile captured and muscles showing (not actually a 10), and another man who looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model (shirtless photo) and one other. Mr. CK was eliminated due to being too needy in messages, and the other was far too aggressive. Leaving me to be the winner by default.
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Great post. How do your recommend getting good pictures of yourself without bugging friends to take pics whenever you're out doing something cool? I was thinking about hiring a photographer for a day.
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Avoid 25-29 year olds like the plague, they are best mated with a helpless beta and are most often a complete waste of time. The 24 and under still have life in them, and the 30+ crowd have come to accept the terms of life, while they will still try to tame you and pin you down - when push comes to shove - they have a better understanding of their bargaining position and will usually accept a dicking over nothing at all.
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They made out for a long time, and I could see them tongue kiss. They knew I was watching with envy, and they still did it. I bet that lucky bastard took great satisfaction from my envy. There I was, watching a boy four years younger than me experience everything I’ve longed for… to kiss a girl… to be worthy of a girl’s attraction.
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real talk I wish elliot rogers hadn't killed anyone bc he's funny as gently caress and its sad that he ruined it by being a murderer
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CubanMissile posted:Probably a 3 series. Dudes with 3 series BMWs always think they're special for some reason. lol it was BMW 328i Coupé
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In my case, mind you I've spent my life kind of like a high-tech monk, I can't just do a 'hookup'--once I'm in the game, I'll have to date for an extended period, simply to assure compatibility of personalities; with how complicated my own is, this is a major concern, as getting too close to Miss Wrong could conceivably trigger a "catastrophic systems failure" Since I don't drive, that means things would get really ugly there. (I'd need a lift home afterward, unless things wrapped up early enough for me to catch a bus.) I'm licensed for CCW, how do I break to a date that I'm carrying, unless it's at the range?
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   https://www.instagram.com/instagranniepants/?hl=en Tears In A Vial fucked around with this message at 03:17 on Aug 20, 2016 |
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magikid posted:It's too bad those MGTOW-types are so bent out of shape about women. I mean I'm planning on staying unmarried, and it'd be nice to have a forum to talk about what to expect as an adult virgin, what to do with all the money saved by not raising kids, societal pressures, stuff like that. Instead they're all angry about you don't have to be married with kids to have sex, forums user magikid. if you have any more questions about sex hit me up annonymously on my ask.fm page
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Timing is everything - women are DTF and are in heat during different times of the month, and on other nights there is a code red. Some days you can get your dick wet by simply existing because you are at the right place at the right time, other days you will have to talk to 25 women before devouring fresh meat.
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Don’t expect women to gently caress you because of your earnings, nor should you want to intrigue them to buy in to your life or ever track you down. As you will find, the best of dates have very little of ‘what do you do? And where are you from?’ type of questions as the best dates are lived in the moment. Like applying for a job - you are not selling yourself as a person, you are selling your skillset which in online dating is your demeanor, and your ability to gently caress their brains out.
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Kevin wasted hours upon hours in chats and messages with multiple local sexy single women (LSSWs), giving them extensive details about his life goals, careers, ambitions, dreams, opinions, beliefs and motivations (because LSSWs would definitely want to bone a guy that’s open, caring and comforting). He’d sit there for hours and soak in all of the LSSWs’ woes, problems and opinions while giving them step-by-step advice on how to fix themselves (LSSW want a problem solver and a shoulder to cry on). What do you get When Kevin locks arms, With nice guys and betas Who turn up their charms To win over a woman, Whose not what they think. To put their humpf-humpf-a-dumpfers, in her rink-rinker-fink? What you get from a multitude of Kevins taking this same approach towards online date is mass validation for the LSSW (the amount to which she’d never have received 15 years ago), major social influence for the LSSW over a beta populace (as opposed to the minor social influence Brenda had as an HB8) and the delusion of the LSSW that her actual SMV is as high as her online SMV (“I must be an HB8 now, so my pussy is worth the same as those other HB8s”). Both the betas and LSSWs may feel benefited when it comes to online dating, but the benefits for the LSSWs are massively greater and it becomes a societal parasitic relationship.
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irish girls are great though so sucks on that guy for being terrible
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DOWN JACKET FETISH posted:in fairness i do not believe a single Keith has ever hosed, in the history of the world Keith Richards Keith Moon Keith Chegwin ok prolly not that last one
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