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STOP! And Listen.

You know, if you just listen, stop everything you do and just take the time to listen every once in a while, women will reveal to you what they truly want in a man and a relationship without any of that feminazi propaganda.

Surfing random blogs lately i found this gem from a female blogger “The Dandy Gal,” an older post, but still carries a valuable lesson.

In her post she lamented how a certain man she was seeing never took the lead and be a man so to speak. Here’s the SMS conversation she posted with her notes

Him: Free tomorrow?

Me: Ok. You are not working?

Him: Should be.

Me: Ok. Let me know again. I should be free after 4pm.

Him: What do you feel like doing? [strike 1. if you ask me out, you better have a good plan]

Me: I don’t know. We’ll talk when you confirm that you can meet.

Him: Arh? Can’t we discuss it now?

Me: I’m lazy to plan for something that may not happen. Why not you decide instead?

Him: I’ll leave it to u. icon smile Men are Wimps[strike 2]

Me: I don’t like guys who push decisions to girls. Very un-manly.

Him: I’m really easy-going. You can decide. icon smile Men are Wimps[strike 3]

Me: I don’t mean that as a compliment. I don’t know why guys are exchanging roles with girls. They want girls to make decisions now. Sigh.

Him: It’s ok. Haha. Whatever. icon smile Men are Wimps[gone case!]

There’s nothing i can add to help elaborate the texts, its all clear in plain black and white. I think she’s from south east asia, which explains her rather un-orthodox english.

In her post she goes on…

I don’t know why he added those smiley faces. It irritates me even more.

Someone should just knock some sense into men. It’s NOT the first time that I’ve accounted such wishy-washy nonsense with a human that has a dick.

What is happening???

Get this clear. No matter how independent a lady is, she still need aMAN. Not aWIMP.

She’s quite deliberately, against the shrieks of all feminazies in the world, revealing what turns women on.

It’s an age old concept in the halls of blogs like mine, but it never hurts to be reminded of the little things, the fundamentals

You could go through Roissy’s AKA Chateau and find some gems in how to text like a man, Here’s one

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Camp life… How NOT to go about it.

Oh the lovely setting of camp life, the scenery, the wildlife, the birds chirping and a massive amount of construction equipment making a racket everywhere. It’s a perfect time to work on yourself while you’re away from the prying eyes of society.

But i know what you are thinking, “But i work 12 hours a day and i have no energy to hit the gym and eat right.”

WRONG!

Let me tell you a little slice of my life. I was once like you. You see, in 3 weeks i managed to gain enough weight that i had to travel home in work clothes because i have purposely bought them bigger in order to be more comfortable at work. Imagine my surprise when i tried to slip into my jeans only to find out they don’t pass my fat thighs, fat hips and fat ass, and i’m a hockey player, we’re used to having larger than normal thighs hips and ass…… I was ashamed. I was even more ashamed when my parents were telling me out right that i was fat, and my friend told me i “filled in those jeans quite well”

At least i was born with good genes, and i’ve always been athletic, so i shaved the weight i had gained in a matter of a month after i headed back to school.

How did i manage to get so morbidly obese? Easy. I skipped breakfast, i would take a LARGE brown paper lunch bag and fill it with brownies, pastries and cookies….. i would even get mad when people would asked me for a cookie during the day. The bag was filled to the brim and i couldn’t fold the top in order to carry it, instead i had to carry it in my arms like a 20 lbs baby. After work i’d devour 3 plates of food from our all you can eat buffet. I’d then plop down in front of the tv and fall asleep.

I’d tell myself, “OK tonight i’m starting to workout, no excuses” but when the time came i’d make lame excuses like i was too tired or i would just fall asleep. The lazier i became, the lazier i got…. its a vicious fucking cycle.

Fast forward to the next summer, thankfully my family and friends shamed the fuck out of me for being fat… well fatter, as i hadn’t ever broken the 200lbs milestone.

I was determined to workout and eat right. As easy as it is to eat unhealthy in place where food and prepared for you, it’s also incredibly easy to eat right. Watching my portions required thought, and hitting the gym, at first, required a bit more effort. but here is the kicker. Them more you go to the gym, the more stamina and energy you have to be able to hit the gym… now that is a wonderful cycle, as it gets to the point where you are looking forward to destroy yourself while working out… not to mention sleeping gets better and more refreshing.

I know i know, working away from home gives one giant excuse to be lazy….. DON’T… this is the time to revamp yourself. Because apart from that… what else are you going to do, it’s not like you can go out on a “night on the town”

So the question is, do you want to be like me and get fat, or do you want to be like me and reinvent yourself.

If you’re reading this blog, i think the answer is obvious.


The End of Civilization

Alright, since i’m lazy towards this blog and it takes me such a while to post any current events that they are now old news, i’m finally jumping on this Anti-Tawkify bandwaggon.

I’m not even going to give the site satisfaction by linking to it.

So you should all know the premise of this site by now. Old over the hill with nothing to offer in a relationship who rode the cock carousel serial monogamy and now are all used up and want to settle down with an Alpha they don’t deserve entitled princesses who are all special little snow flakes Women join free with the promise of have a silver platter of potential betas suitors ripe for the picking. The men go on the website, answer a few question including income and send in a picture of themselves to this matchmaker behind the scenes, the men pay for this privileged. The women in turn select their best suitor by laughing at seriously examining every aspect of said potential suitors. The chosen suitor then receives a phone call the following Monday and has a strict 7 minutes to impress the princess woman who has chosen him. Here’s the kicker, the men aren’t allowed to know anything about the woman who chose them nor how she looks like…… guaranteed the girl on the other line is a land whale.

Imagine if the reverse were true. We all know it would never take off and today’s women love to have their cake and eat it too. (Which is what has made them all land whales to start off with.

Land Whale wants more cake!

I don’t know about you but shit like this really grinds my gears. To quote Rodney Dangerfield: “I get no respect.” And this is exactly what this does to the beta chumps men who apply, it automatically assumes they are all criminals and it gives none of them an ounce of respect.

Part of it is our own fault, if we’d all stop drooling like a 2nd grader who’s seen his first set of boobs after finding his dad’s Playboy stache whenever we have a slight glimmer of hope that we’re going to get laid, if we were all suave as fuck, cool as a motherfucking cucumber, this shit would probably not happen. But instead there are probably tens of thousands of us that would gladly dish out however much Tawkify charges to have the honour the be trampled on and degraded.

“So Lost, tell me how you really feel.”

This is NOT who's on the other end when receiving a Tawkify phone call

if you want to learn more, there is nothing i can say here that hasn’t already been said elsewhere, so here are the links:

Here’s what you do — add a link to this post on your blog that looks like this:

Tawkify

Hell, you can just copy and paste that onto your blog. Even better, write your own post discombobulating Tawkify. The more articles explaining why Tawkify is a reeking sewer, the better. When your post is up, let me know and I’ll add a link to it here. It is time for the manosphere to unite for a good cause, the cause of making the comfortable uncomfortable. The cause of Fucking Their Shit Up. To victory!


When Crazy Goes Overboard

Some people have a hard time grasping the concept of going no contact, and how it work on girls that have some interest on you.

Well here’s an extreme example, you can read the entire conversation HERE, or listen to goofballs narrate it by clicking HERE

Now let this be a lesson to all of you.

Sound bite link: http://m.soundcloud.com/vaughan-1-1/this-is-what-crazy-looks-like

Picture link: http://www.buzzfeed.com/hgrant/this-is-what-crazy-looks-like-via-text-messaging

 


Being an asshole pays…… sometimes, not so much

So i was reading a bit on “my crazy girldfriend” and i found the following anecdote.

I’ve been being an asshole on purpose to the girl I’ve been “dating” for the past couple of weeks. I’m terrible at breaking up with people so my goal is to usually be such a dick that they don’t want to be with me anymore or so that one big argument can end it without drawing anything out. Well, this girl likes the asshole even more and it “turns her on.” Women are so stupid.

Think about it.