Forgive me, if this is more rhetorical rant than helpful, but, ultimately, this is an extremely critical question.
Tonight, a young friend of mine came to me for advice. I say friend casually in this instance, as I don't know him really that well. In total, about a year. I came to know him when he applied for a job and he worked for me for some months, before quitting. Since then, he has been a frequent customer at my brew-pub.
In order to spare you all the gory details- The high points-
He is in a serious(!) relationship with a much older woman. She is 45, he is 25.
Today, before work (he is a chef), she said she was going to the gym. I interrupted him at this point to clarify that he meant a gym-gym...you know, where people exercise...he confirmed, yes, that kind of gym. This is Saturday night, so at this point, I already know where this story is headed...
Sure enough, he gets done at work and stops off at the local bar...yep...of course, she is there. At a table with her daughter and about a dozen guys.
She disrespects the hell out of him, barely acknowledging his presence, much less their relationship. Sad.
So, since he came to me for advice, I lay down some serious redpill-
AWALT, maintain your frame, Donald Trump, personal anecdotes...the works really...maybe too much.
His beta mindset was nauseating. Constantly making excuses for her...Her ex was abusive, her dad was abusive...blah, blah, blah. I called him out every single time and told him bluntly that I have a zero tolerance policy for the excuses of dumb broads...they all have a sob story and as a consequence, I believe exactly none of it anymore.
He accepted all this and thanked me for my advice. I want to believe that he came to me, because he knew that out of all the people he knew, I alone would shoot straight with him. I thought (probably vainly) that I had made an impression.
He left and a couple hours later, I closed up the pub and headed home. It is only four blocks away, so I often walk.
I make it a block, when he comes running up beside me. Fuck.
So, of course, he had gone back to that other bar, she was still there and the disrespect was even worse this time.
He was headed to her house to "talk" with her. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
I told him not to do it. Be calm, chase some other pussy starting right now and tomorrow, maintain that frame we talked about. Naturally, he wasn't having it and just had to talk to her tonight and tell her how he felt.
*most massive facepalm in history*
I flat told him that jail was a serious possibility if he continued on his present course. No impact.
I shook his hand and wished him luck. I also shook my head all the way home.
For the record and no homo, this guy has no business chasing dried up old hags. He is tall and good looking. Hard working and smart...at least outside the realm of vagina. He should be tapping 18 year old 8s on the regular.
I am 45 years old. In my way, sometimes subtle, sometimes bluntly, I try to instill redpill truths to the younger guys that I know...which is quite a few.
For my fellow older guys...what have you done to get through to the younger generation? What worked, what didn't?
For the younger guys...what got through to you?
Tonight, a young friend of mine came to me for advice. I say friend casually in this instance, as I don't know him really that well. In total, about a year. I came to know him when he applied for a job and he worked for me for some months, before quitting. Since then, he has been a frequent customer at my brew-pub.
In order to spare you all the gory details- The high points-
He is in a serious(!) relationship with a much older woman. She is 45, he is 25.
Today, before work (he is a chef), she said she was going to the gym. I interrupted him at this point to clarify that he meant a gym-gym...you know, where people exercise...he confirmed, yes, that kind of gym. This is Saturday night, so at this point, I already know where this story is headed...
Sure enough, he gets done at work and stops off at the local bar...yep...of course, she is there. At a table with her daughter and about a dozen guys.
She disrespects the hell out of him, barely acknowledging his presence, much less their relationship. Sad.
So, since he came to me for advice, I lay down some serious redpill-
AWALT, maintain your frame, Donald Trump, personal anecdotes...the works really...maybe too much.
His beta mindset was nauseating. Constantly making excuses for her...Her ex was abusive, her dad was abusive...blah, blah, blah. I called him out every single time and told him bluntly that I have a zero tolerance policy for the excuses of dumb broads...they all have a sob story and as a consequence, I believe exactly none of it anymore.
He accepted all this and thanked me for my advice. I want to believe that he came to me, because he knew that out of all the people he knew, I alone would shoot straight with him. I thought (probably vainly) that I had made an impression.
He left and a couple hours later, I closed up the pub and headed home. It is only four blocks away, so I often walk.
I make it a block, when he comes running up beside me. Fuck.
So, of course, he had gone back to that other bar, she was still there and the disrespect was even worse this time.
He was headed to her house to "talk" with her. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
I told him not to do it. Be calm, chase some other pussy starting right now and tomorrow, maintain that frame we talked about. Naturally, he wasn't having it and just had to talk to her tonight and tell her how he felt.
*most massive facepalm in history*
I flat told him that jail was a serious possibility if he continued on his present course. No impact.
I shook his hand and wished him luck. I also shook my head all the way home.
For the record and no homo, this guy has no business chasing dried up old hags. He is tall and good looking. Hard working and smart...at least outside the realm of vagina. He should be tapping 18 year old 8s on the regular.
I am 45 years old. In my way, sometimes subtle, sometimes bluntly, I try to instill redpill truths to the younger guys that I know...which is quite a few.
For my fellow older guys...what have you done to get through to the younger generation? What worked, what didn't?
For the younger guys...what got through to you?
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