Gentlemen. I would like to share with you another cautionary tale, describing the events when I gave a woma-….girl a chance for the very last time.
It transpired last year over the course of about 6 months when I started work, back then still aged just 19. A simple manual labour position in a big company, which as such had a big mix of demographics. Everything from people a few months before their retirement age to cheeky faced 16 year old part-time workers.
It was in the latter category there was a girl that also started work between school which became part of my department. If i wanted to or not, i would be forced to work with her. As such she liked to strike up conversation, but me at the time already being on the MGTOW path was more annoyed by this development. Her questions were the typical „extracting information“ kind which I answered with a voice so dry and monotone i was putting myself to sleep.
After a month passed by like this, some information about her also came up. I became intrigued, which, as it becomes clear in retrospect was very stupid of me. Not because the information was false, but…you shall see.
She was a lifelong orphan, never being adopted and only recently got put into foster care so that she can live in the capital and finish her high school education more easily. As such she spent most of her time in a harsher enviroment where things get stolen, people beaten and ridiculed. There was naturally also the physical part of her. Thankfully i do not need to describe her in much detail as this one line will suffice: she was a perfect Ariana Grande lookalike.
It was this which really clouded my mind and judgement. Here i thought i found an unicorn, someone that has had to fight her way trough life and didn’t get everything served up on a silver platter, that knows of what we call despair and poverty, struggle and the feeling of indifference from others. I could not have missed the target harder even if I tried.
We started a relations~~~, one which started draining me right after the first week. I was constantly the one that had to make plans for us, that had to think of ways to entertain her, tolerating her flaking and control freak nature. The red flags started popping up left and right, from actively insulting my choice in music while playing s~~~ty slovak rap trough her phone ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT to hanging out with…another guy. It was this other guy that made me realize that i was being played for a fool. As I found out much later, there was a third guy. She was attempting to have all 3 at once.
I banged my head on the computer desk after realizing how f~~~ing obvious it all was in the end. I ended it the best way possible, by blocking her completely on my phone and making no attempts to contact her or even tell her anything, leaving her wondering for 2 weeks what had happened. We met again in the end, with her being outraged and angry while i was as calm as a Hindu cow. She went trough all the phases in a single day, from pleading with me to crying in the corner to actively being aggresive.
In a way though i am happy this happened, both for myself and whatever other young male that might be reading this.
Do not be fooled thinking that just because a woman has had to go trough hard times she will be any different. Even if she is an orphan. In the end, female nature is female nature, no matter how you slice it or look at it. Lesson learned, time to go on.
The right man at the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.
xlrsnbrg 3 years, 8 months ago.
