I wish I could say last night was a new or rare experience, unfortunately it was not.
I arrived at a party that a few friends invited me to, where I found a large portion of people that I actually didn't know. Which is always fun. Great chance to meet new people and get your game on.
As a matter of course, I only go out wearing nice attire. Nothing too formal, but definitely an expensive jacket and pants. I like to look good, I take pride in how I dress.
Within minutes this obnoxious blond who would probably be a 7 if she didn't have a pouch in the front comes over to the group of friends I brought and starts loud mouthing. She is instantly bitchy with literally no provocation.
This is not a new experience. Everywhere I go this tends to be the norm.
We're just standing in a small group in the livingroom having a laugh about this and that, and she pokes her nose into our jokes and gets VERY aggressive about it.
At first I think, look major bitch shield, but I've broken down worse, I'll just agree and amplify- I attempted to make jokes out of it. But it wasn't bringing her down, she was escalating.
It was finally at a point when she got right up in my face that she crossed the line. I told her that she was in my face, and that I have literally no problem hitting women.
She looked astounded. The room went a bit quiet and people started watching.
She takes a step forward and puts her chin out, points and goes "ok then, hit me."
So I did. I slapped her. It was obviously a light slap, but I wasn't backing down.
She looked like she was seriously offended. I mean, bitch what did you expect? You get in my face and act like a dude?
So she starts up her yapper again and challenges me to hit her again. As a warning.
And she puts her face in my face again.
So I slap her again.
Did you not get the memo the first time?
Well she apparently didn't like that, so she decided it was time to take her drink and try to spill it in my face.
That didn't work in her favor, because here's how that went down.
As her cup approached, I used my cat-like reflexes to deflect the cup, spraying the entire room with some orangey red drink.
Oops. Backfired on her part. She got a bunch of people with that. Now everybody's pissed.
I just look at her. I don't say a word. I just stood and gave her a very disapproving look. If she's going to be a bitch, get ready for the big leagues. This escalation crossed the line. There was no humor or good intent on her part. She was a child having a temper tantrum.
After giving her a stare as the whole room looked on in horror, I shook my head, turned around and left.
I considered giving her a verbal beat down, but instead I decided that if I said nothing and left, she'd be left at the most awkward party in the world, one I'd have nothing nothing more to do with.
The host came out to try to stop me from leaving, apologizing for her guest's actions, but I told her I don't associate with that sort.
Now these girls are very common. I run into them as a rule. What crawled up this chick's vag? It's hard to tell. Yes I was well dressed, maybe she was intimidated by a real man. I'm going to assume that's what drew her to me in the first place. Why else would she feel the need to come over and start attacking a guy who wasn't engaging her?
Bitch, my clothes are worth more money than your entire wardrobe. The fact that in her mind she thought she could ruin expensive clothing and get away with it baffles me.
In the world she lives in, she's never understood the value of a dollar. She's never worried about when her car breaks because guys will fix it for her, she's never worried about paying for drinks because guys will buy them for her. She's never worried about getting a good job, because when she wants a family she'll marry a provider. She's never had a real care in the world.
I could tell her that my clothes were worth around $1200, but her eyes would glaze over. Because she spends that regularly on the credit card that guys will pay for her. She will never understand the actual blood, sweat, tears, ambition, risk, and sacrifice I undertook for each fucking dollar.
She's a fucking overgrown child, and somebody gave her rights. This girl votes. This girl thinks she's an adult.
I think it's time to start going nuke on women as a matter of course.
I'm giving up the idea that bitch shields are just another shit test to be won. Sure sometimes I break through, but I'm deciding it's no longer worth it.
From now on, when a bitch has a bad attitude, I will no longer engage. I will treat them like children. "You've got a terrible attitude, please go away."
"Why are you here? Nobody enjoys your company."
"You're not fun. You're nothing to look at either. Guess you have no purpose."
I arrived at a party that a few friends invited me to, where I found a large portion of people that I actually didn't know. Which is always fun. Great chance to meet new people and get your game on.
As a matter of course, I only go out wearing nice attire. Nothing too formal, but definitely an expensive jacket and pants. I like to look good, I take pride in how I dress.
Within minutes this obnoxious blond who would probably be a 7 if she didn't have a pouch in the front comes over to the group of friends I brought and starts loud mouthing. She is instantly bitchy with literally no provocation.
This is not a new experience. Everywhere I go this tends to be the norm.
We're just standing in a small group in the livingroom having a laugh about this and that, and she pokes her nose into our jokes and gets VERY aggressive about it.
At first I think, look major bitch shield, but I've broken down worse, I'll just agree and amplify- I attempted to make jokes out of it. But it wasn't bringing her down, she was escalating.
It was finally at a point when she got right up in my face that she crossed the line. I told her that she was in my face, and that I have literally no problem hitting women.
She looked astounded. The room went a bit quiet and people started watching.
She takes a step forward and puts her chin out, points and goes "ok then, hit me."
So I did. I slapped her. It was obviously a light slap, but I wasn't backing down.
She looked like she was seriously offended. I mean, bitch what did you expect? You get in my face and act like a dude?
So she starts up her yapper again and challenges me to hit her again. As a warning.
And she puts her face in my face again.
So I slap her again.
Did you not get the memo the first time?
Well she apparently didn't like that, so she decided it was time to take her drink and try to spill it in my face.
That didn't work in her favor, because here's how that went down.
As her cup approached, I used my cat-like reflexes to deflect the cup, spraying the entire room with some orangey red drink.
Oops. Backfired on her part. She got a bunch of people with that. Now everybody's pissed.
I just look at her. I don't say a word. I just stood and gave her a very disapproving look. If she's going to be a bitch, get ready for the big leagues. This escalation crossed the line. There was no humor or good intent on her part. She was a child having a temper tantrum.
After giving her a stare as the whole room looked on in horror, I shook my head, turned around and left.
I considered giving her a verbal beat down, but instead I decided that if I said nothing and left, she'd be left at the most awkward party in the world, one I'd have nothing nothing more to do with.
The host came out to try to stop me from leaving, apologizing for her guest's actions, but I told her I don't associate with that sort.
Now these girls are very common. I run into them as a rule. What crawled up this chick's vag? It's hard to tell. Yes I was well dressed, maybe she was intimidated by a real man. I'm going to assume that's what drew her to me in the first place. Why else would she feel the need to come over and start attacking a guy who wasn't engaging her?
Bitch, my clothes are worth more money than your entire wardrobe. The fact that in her mind she thought she could ruin expensive clothing and get away with it baffles me.
In the world she lives in, she's never understood the value of a dollar. She's never worried about when her car breaks because guys will fix it for her, she's never worried about paying for drinks because guys will buy them for her. She's never worried about getting a good job, because when she wants a family she'll marry a provider. She's never had a real care in the world.
I could tell her that my clothes were worth around $1200, but her eyes would glaze over. Because she spends that regularly on the credit card that guys will pay for her. She will never understand the actual blood, sweat, tears, ambition, risk, and sacrifice I undertook for each fucking dollar.
She's a fucking overgrown child, and somebody gave her rights. This girl votes. This girl thinks she's an adult.
I think it's time to start going nuke on women as a matter of course.
I'm giving up the idea that bitch shields are just another shit test to be won. Sure sometimes I break through, but I'm deciding it's no longer worth it.
From now on, when a bitch has a bad attitude, I will no longer engage. I will treat them like children. "You've got a terrible attitude, please go away."
"Why are you here? Nobody enjoys your company."
"You're not fun. You're nothing to look at either. Guess you have no purpose."
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