This story goes back in the times I was just a blue piller.
Three years ago, I was living with my ex-girlfriend and working a decent job in my hometown. The ex was a just a leech, did not pay for the rent or anything and basically got allowance from me to live, which I regret to this day that it ever happened. However, this story is not about the ex at all, it is for another time.
This other girl that worked in the same place as me (Let’s call her A), very decent looking girl and being the mangina that I was, I adored her and became friends with her right after she started working at the company. She seemed to have similar interests as me, and immediately started getting close to me, of course not for sexual purposes, but usual friendzone bulls~~~. She was alone in town and needed a beta like I was for s~~~s and giggles. Let me also tell you that A is the kind of girl that only hangs out with white knight beta guys and surrounds herself with a wall of men that are desperate for her attention.
Clearly she was feeling the sexual tension caused by my ex being distant to me, A was just playing onto me. She was calling me to places alone, without my girlfriend and in the clubs she was dancing provocatively close to me. Had a couple of fights with the ex due to her, and she constantly mentioned that I should have broken up with her. Oh and by the way she was not single at the time but had a boyfriend in another town.
One thing about A is that she constantly complained about men harassing her at the workplace and workplace related events. The guys were also assholes and I did not doubt that she was telling the truth. Blue pill is hell of a drug guys… The usual game, she is innocent and fragile and all the men are after her soft skin. It took me a long time to see how all these were actually her way of boosting her self esteem. My ex, being a devil herself could see through her bulls~~~ of course, but hey, some of us need to learn from our own mistakes.
After months of this nonsense, me and the ex broke up, also the A broke up with the boyfriend. Then we started spending more time together with her. As you might have guessed, I started growing feelings (and a huge bone) for A during this time but I knew that she was too c~~~y to get with a beta like me. Let me also explain that my relation with the ex was utterly destructive, I became alcoholic, and got very overweight thus my self confidence was as low as it could get in my life. So I kept it all to myself, and managed to draw myself slightly away from A. Then I managed to recover myself a little bit, found a job in another country and just left all the mess behind, which all started my whole red pill journey.
At this point let me back up a little bit. Before I left the country, I met A one night as usual and got drunk. As a good beta male, I felt the need to let her know that I used to like her at one point, after I broke up and I was very confused and had some feelings for her. She thanked me for my honesty and we moved on to the night. (Now I can totally tell how stupid I was, but you know what, some people are married on here, I could at least save myself from that!)
After the place I gave her my cute little piece of information we moved to another place where we had lots of friends from work. We moved in there and greeted everyone. Then I realized her grabbing me and hugging me from my side, in front of all the people. She told me to hug her as well. I told her to knock it off, it was all awkward in front of people from work. Then she got upset and let me go. Then we joined the others in another club, where I got extremely bored and left early. I thought it was the end of all the weird things happening to me, I was wrong.
She stopped talking to me at all, after that night. She was just saying “Good Morning/evening” and avoiding me. I did not bother myself with her, I began to start getting the red pill action going on at the time but still extremely weak and naive to understand.
Before my time to leave the country, I met my close friends from and out of work one by one and had a couple of drinks with them. One of them was a very chatty gossipy girl, older than me but I believe to be very naive after all. She really liked me like a little brother and was always kind to me. She told me a story that A was talking behind my back and telling girls in the company that I touched her when I was drunk. The girls in the company knew me well, and let me remind you that this was not a Western country that men get instantly executed by such claims but actually investigated. When they did not believe, she played the alcoholism card. Everyone knew that I drank a lot and she told them that I changed when I got drunk. Girls did not buy it either, but I am sure as hell they gossiped about it. It was a red pill moment that I will carry with me whole my life. I told the gossipy girl the whole story and she seemed to be understanding, she assured me that she was not even suspicious of me and I do not have any reason to think that she did.
I left the country and did not hear about the gossipy girl or the rumors A tried to start, ever again. I did not hear about A for nearly a year, until two weeks ago…
At this point I need to tell you that I am an amateur science fiction writer in my native language. I wrote some stuff in the past and sent A for her to read and give me some feedback. It was serious stuff that I was working on genuinely. Of course she did not read them. As you all know women does not have genuine interest in anything, and they hate to contribute. She always had the hot geek girl vibe that she desperately wanted to radiate, which of course fooled me at the time, which is why I asked for her “evaluation” on my material.
Coming to two weeks ago, I received an email from her. Saying that she read my stuff, and not only that but she translated all of them to English from our native language, if I wanted to publish it on Amazon. It was at least 30 pages of material guys, she definitely spent 10 hours doing it, and it was a good translation let me give her that. She apologized me at the end of the email, but she did not admit what she did, just apologized.
This gave me a good laugh, reminded me of how psycho the women can go. Out of courtesy, I wanted to thank her, but I did not want to make any close contact with her. I have this empty blog of mine, that I am using to try some technical work related things, I just copied and pasted it there and sent her the link. Told her that I put it on my blog and thanked her.
Her response still gives me chuckles. She immediately responded me that she made a couple of grammar mistakes on the version she sent me. She said that I did not even read her translation to put it on my blog since the mistakes are still there. She literally planted mistakes in the 30 page content to check my proof reading and evaluate me. She then told me that if her work does not mean anything to me I was free to not publish it anywhere. Yes, she started the sentence with an “if” like the true nature of a women requires to do so. I silently took down her translation from the blog and did not respond to her email at all. I now enjoy the fact that she will be checking her mailbox for a couple of days waiting for my apologetic response that she will not ever receive.
Moral of the story is, bitches be crazy…
RoyDal 3 years, 12 months ago.
