Reader Wrecked ‘Em requests a bit of the ol’ ultrawisdom of the crowd.
Question for the crowd:
A friend (really) just discovered that his annoying but excessively hot girlfriend is cheating on him. I’ve said for a while that she has “round heels” (falls on her back easily when given attention – she’s big ego, low self-esteem). They’ve been in a 3-year relationship. She doesn’t know he knows. He has plenty of options, so a hard next is a no-brainer, but as a social experiment we’re trying to decide what the most brutal drop would be, with the constraint that it has to be almost no effort on his part. It’s come down to:
a) a call of the form:
him: don’t ever speak to me again.
her: What did I do?
him: You know what you did. *click*b) drop all contact and let her figure out that she’s been dumped.
He has the self-control and the next-babe-on-tap options to never contact her again. Opinons, suggestions?
Vengeance is as natural as love, and sweeter still. But life is short, women are numerous, and the cock waits for no one. There will be those, like YaReally…
Simply walk away. There’s no reason to torture or punish her…she already punished herself by losing access to his cock, she just hasn’t realized it yet.
…who argue the sensible response so that time and energy are spared for more fruitful pursuits, and then there will be those, like gunslingergregi…
beat her at about half the power you would a dude
…who advocate more extreme measures of retaliation which make a mockery of sensibility.
But we here at CH prefer a response that is neither eminently sensible nor sloppily extreme. Our favored method for exacting delicious vengeance on a cheating whore is more devious in design, and therefore more likely to strike the pain illimitable into the heart of a whore’s sperm-shellacked, shaft-scarred soul.
If the only two revenge options are as presented by Wrecked ‘Em, then Option B — total radio silence — is the better choice. Option A: Calling a whore out is never as satisfying for a man as it sounds on paper (or in one’s head). The danger with the call-out option is the risk of unintentionally revealing, through either uncontrollable voice quakes or injured body language, a grievous blow to his solar plexus that will more likely arouse pity than humiliation in his intended target.
On the other hand, the problem with Option B is the absence of a wonderful front row view of the aftermath of vengeful carnage. A whore has her ego crushed; if no one hears her lament or sees her pain, did she really suffer? In truth, a woman who is cheating all the time would not very much miss the sap boyfriend she was cheating on, nor very much evaluate his direct accusations and insults with furrowed-brow concern.
No, no gentlemen of cultivated honor, the perfect gift to give an unfaithful tramp is scorched ego, salted id psychological destruction that will have her reaching for the blade and slicing lengthwise.
The CH-approved Sweet Vengeance Program involves four main components, broadly arranged under the following categories:
1. preselection jealousy
2. well poisoning
3. skank PR
4. the truly perverse
Step 1, preselection jealousy.
There’s one thing that drives every woman crazy, even the most cold-hearted whore, and that’s the thought that her man is having a dalliance with another woman. The man with options is the man loved by women. Inciting jealousy will awaken long-lost feelings of vulnerability and submission in a cheater because she will not be able to resist the primal pull of your preselection.
There are many ways to provoke preselection jealously. Flirt with other women in front of her. Get “caught” on a date with another girl. As per the advice by commenter Thwack, get a female friend to “accidentally” call her number asking for you. Instruct her to hang up as soon as she is questioned by the whore about her relation to you.
Another way to provoke jealousy is by placing “badboy discoverables” around the house. She doesn’t know that you (and by “you” I’m referring to your friend) know about her cheating. Therefore, presumably, sex is still on the table. Makes sure it stays that way for the time being until your plan is fully under way. Bras, panties and earrings from “other women”, strategically located under pillows or on bedside tables so that they are easily found during the act of intimacy, will provide the most exhilarating comic relief as the whore is forced to simultaneously reconcile her orgasmic pleasure with her red-hot rage at your betrayal. Make sure to keep knives well out of reach.
Step 2, well poisoning.
Drive a wedge between her and her whore enabling girl friends and the lover to whom she’s about to monkey swing. Fire up the rumor mill. Are you on speaking terms with any of her friends? Then tell them that you and your whore have been experiencing a rough go of it lately, but you’re trying to make it work out (you want to be a sympathetic character in this play), and part of that is being totally honest with everyone you and her know. Inform them that you were sadly made aware that your whore had a fling, or a make-out in a bar, with X friend’s boyfriend or Y friend’s husband, and that she really didn’t mean anything by it, she was just lashing out at you. Tell them not to take it personally and that they should continue being friends with her because she needs the support. If subterfuge is the order of the day, perhaps hint, ever so innocently, that you didn’t know your girlfriend and X’s boyfriend were such good friends and were hanging out at lounge Y after work. Pretend to be relieved that you can trust your girlfriend so completely.
If you can get a hold of her lover, tell him you know about their tryst, and that it’s totally cool because you have an open relationship with her. You and her have a “friends with benefits” arrangement and you’re fine with her seeing him. No man, not even the most inveterate cad, likes to know he is fucking the town orifice.
Step 3, skank PR.
The killing blow. Collect any sex photos you have of the whore. If you don’t have any, set up a hidden video camera in your room and film your next love session with her. You need to get some photos of her with a cock dangling between her crossed eyes; preferably your cock, but any will do in a pinch. Bonus points if you can scrounge up a pic of a black cock in her face. Send the pic to her parents with a note saying “You raised your daughter well.” Send anonymous pics to her friends, asking if they knew she was always this much fun. If you know the dude she is cheating with, send the sex pic to him, anonymously, with a note attached that says “Glad you’re comfortable sharing.”
If you are a computer hacker, or you know the whore’s social media passwords, get online and send out a few tweets or FB updates posing as her informing the world of the good time “you” had on your dates with men X, Y and/or Z. Better still, send the tweets to whichever guy she happens to be boffing, and include her girl friends or family members in the recipients.
Step 4, the truly perverse.
How sick of mind are you? A lot? You might then prefer to venture into Step 4, where monsters roam. Acquire personal details –names, numbers, etc — of the relevant parties. Have a female accomplice pose as a nurse calling from a clinic to inform your whore that a man named X (the dude she is cheating with) came in to be tested and was diagnosed with syphilis, gonorrhea or, if you really want to run with this, the HIVvy. He mentioned her name and the clinic, in its duty as a responsible medical provider, would like her to come in and be tested for any potential STDs he may have passed onto her. Your accomplice must be a good actress to pull this off. You may have to grease her palm a bit to inspire her thespian dreams. Be present for the phone call and watch as your loving cheating girlfriend’s face grows pale; savor the moment before asking, in your most sympathetic voice, if anything is the matter. Enjoy the spectacle of whatever explanation she scrambles to piece together to give you.
You can do one, two, three or all four of the above recommended tactics against a sinning cheater. You will be richly rewarded with the kind of inner peace and happy fulfillment that only revenge, served cold and shivved deep, can provide.
You should have guest featured Virgil Kent on this one he’s got some nice revenge packages for the pube sandwich.
Completely irrelevant but great anti-racism pic. And that’s REAL Anti-Racism.
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Fixy linky
Danke M!
i don’t think i have the energy for any of that… lol
Heartiste, you magnificent bastard.
But there is one sure way for revenge….
Rappacini’s Daughter, tell them.
this (almost). not rape, but a few nice good phucking sessions complete w/ hogties and such. just have fun using her body and get over the butthurt if she’s not a real STD whore type girl. cute white girl–just have some good fun w/ her, a lot.
get over the butthurt if she’s not a real STD whore type girl
—99% of women who cheat are “real STD whore type” girls.
I’ve been summoned, I see. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, and the music of the stars is RAPE.
RAPE with CLOWN MASK and GIANT SHOES and NOTHING ELSE.
Calliope music playing in the background for extra added WTF!
Use greasepaint as lube, if you are feeling generous.
But just FYI, be very careful about the secretive tapings. Depending on whether or not there’s sound, it may be superunplusgood in your jurisdiction. The last thing you want as part of your revenge plan is to wind up in the hoosegow. Make sure she consents to the tapings–that’ll twist the knife in even deeper.
Excellent my dear. You get a cookie. An ookie cookie. (pats on ass).
Is everybody in the clown car going to make the ookie cookie? Because I’m really excited to see how many of you can fit it on there.
It is only Big Daddy Whorefinder making the cookie for you. That guarantees you’ll find it tastier than manna from heaven.
RAPE!
And here I always figured it would taste like cotton candy, sketchy hotdogs, and the tears of unending sorrow.
Exactly. Delicious for a clown rape incestuous lesbian lady like yourself.
But you forgot the secret ingredient: the blood of mine enemies that formerly ran red in the streets
Gives it a little kick.
You phony fakers here some sick, badly written shit for the morbid ones.
Pffff Clown rape, that’s light stuff.
Truly perverse revenge scenario taken from a short play written by me and a former girlfriend.
(Imagine man’s voice as jovial but morbid ).
Man: You cheated me with the garbage guy, you whore !
Whore: It just happened, you cannot understand.
M: Slut !
W: I love him, I knew you wouldn’t understand ! It is a spiritual thing it is not just sex. IT’S DIFFERENT !
M: You love him ? Well… in that case I can’t say no to LOVE. I want my precious to be happy. YES! YES! Go to your beloved !
W: Really ?
M: No you stupid cunt.. *punch to her face* *take sharp razor*
Man start to cut her clitoris slowly and painfully; she start to scream almost passing out from the horrible suffering she is enduring.
He smirks as he finish to cut the tattered meat thing showing it with evident satisfaction to his former lover.
M: You’re not going to need this anymore…. *he toss her clitoris away like a banana peel.*
Enjoy your true love!
W: WHY??!! WHYYYYY TO ME??!!!
He walks away thinking about what he is going to eat for dinner…. burritos… maybe a pizza ?
P.S: this is an hastly translation of the original play , the real fun was in acting the play not just reading it.
Most of the fun was in my genuinely jovial tone and ted bundy style smile.
What is WRONG with you, you twisted whore?
Nothing wrong. You are insensetive and intolerant.
Today was the day that I realized that Rape-accinisDaughter and whorefinder were the same person. A momentous occasion. Think I’ll beat off onto a drug addict’s unconscious face to celebrate.
Does that mean that when he RAPES me, all he’s really doing is…
…punching the clown?
*rimshot*
*snort*
There has been a lot of great advice on this blog,
[CH: Concern troll alert.]
however this ranks up there with the worst. You are spending way to much time and thought into this insignificant person. You should have better things to do with your time then “stage” other girls panties and bras in your house. Treat the breakup like a meal at Chili’s – get in, get out, get on with your life.
[Try reading for comprehension and revisiting the part of the post that said this advice was not for men seeking the most sensible response.]
sometimes it just happens I got panties dresses and shit all over the house my exchick been picking shit up like wtf how much bitches shit is in here
whose glasses are these whose necklace is this
whose jeans are these
this is my dress now
Hundred-percent agreement with Adam. Hyperactive, premeditated vengeance is for small-souled plebeians. YaReally was much closer to the mark than the host. Kill with kindness. Murder with magnanimity. It throws them for a loop. And because they know the debt has not been paid, they punish themselves. Why do you think women like to be spanked and choked? They know they are guilty like Eve.
After they have fallen, they will either spiral into total depravity or seek a return to the status quo ante, a gift that only you can give. That is true psychological leverage. If they easily move on, well, then that means you are nothing all that special to begin with, and you have bigger problems. A betrayal is inevitable, which is the man’s fault in the last analysis. If you relied on loyalty from a creature incapable of it, enough to be wounded by its transgression, who is the real fool?
Weak men mistake this program for weakness because they have fantasies of omnipotence but no real experience of power. Man, if I could truly crush her, like a real man, I’d pay her back seven times seventy times! But they can’t bust a grape in a fruit fight, so they role-play their idea of power in their minds instead. Worse, they think all men are similarly limited, so they confuse indifference and indirectness (which denies them the satisfaction of having provoked a reaction) as passivity or cowardice.
There is no playbook for psychological manipulation. Every girl has her own balance of the humors, and you simply have to experiment to understand any one girl’s alchemy.
All that pertains without even touching on the advanced lesson: “‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay,’ saith the Lord.” We are just not any good at retribution, Death Wish film fantasies notwithstanding. And the more you let bitterness drive you, the more it all ends blowing up in your face. Revenge in life is not like revenge in the movies. Again, those are daydreams of weak men.
Matt
The host already stated in previous posts that the best solution is indeed to look at the whore in disdain and walk away like a prince.
He’s just throwing this for shits and giggles and testing the readers’ reading comprehension.
This is the best advice up and down this page.
“Screwing with a cheating whore” is a petty game.
If you experience the terrible misfortune of being cheated on, acting swiftly and decisively is right … but some of you may actually feel more sympathy for the woman than rage.
It’s a privilege to be fully aware – both by more rational mind and redpill awakening – of hypergamy and it’s often predictable outcomes. Her impulsive sluttiness and bush-league attempts at cover ups are sad to be witness to … like watching midgets brawl on Jerry Springer’s stage.
If you are a man who brings a lot to the table, she may still try to have it both ways and think she can get away with something “fun” on the side. But when she is caught and cast out it is truly devastating for her … so brutal that it could be considered cruel and unusual punishment even though it’s the mandatory minimum.
When my girlfriend and I broke up, she stalled on moving all of her crap out. I got tired of seeing her stuff there so I packed up her stuff in boxes along with other girls’ panties and told her it’d be on the porch. A few days later she called me asking me about the panties, getting hysterical with me. Mind games are the best! Run hamster run!
When my ex cheated on me, I wasn’t bitter. I long fantasized about fucking a sexy close friend of hers and she liberated me to do just that. And I fucked her good too. Revenge was just icing on a delicious cake.
Better: get her to set up a threesome with her best friend or sister.
You’re trying too hard. The amount of effort you’re putting into this shows insecurity and how much she really got to you.
[CH: Did everyone suddenly forget how to read for comprehension?]
Did everyone suddenly forget how to read for comprehension?
you assume there was something to be forgotten.
Option a presented by that guy is ridiculous.
Step 4, the truly perverse.
How sick of mind are you? A lot? You might then prefer to venture into Step 4, where monsters roam. Acquire personal details –names, numbers, etc — of the relevant parties. Have a female accomplice pose as a nurse calling from a clinic to inform your whore that a man named X (the dude she is cheating with) came in to be tested and was diagnosed with syphilis, gonorrhea or, if you really want to run with this, the HIVvy.
Actually, this is a great one to run if the guy she’s cheating with is black. It’ll then get bonus points for believability.
lol. So true. Even funnier–if she is mudsharking, and you do send a picture of your cock in her to the black guy in question with the message “glad you don’t mind sharing” said black guy will hit the roof twice as hard as any other guy.
Black guys HATE the idea of being cuckholded, especially by non-blacks. He’ll be an emotional wreck the rest of his life over it.
The rest of his life? the average coon lives from day to day; is the tiny mind of a neegro savage even capable of such deep introspection?
What country you from?
What ain’t no country I ever heard of? They speak English there?
wwwwhat?
Yes, the rest of his life.
According to gossip, “Puff Daddy-Puffy-p.Diddly diddly” Sean Combs still gets incredibly angry at the mention of Ben Affleck’s name. Won’t see his movies, and either outright avoids his company or tries desperately to AMOG him if they are at events together (rare these days since Affleck is settled at home and working a lot).
Why? Simple: Ben Affleck hooked up with Jen Lopez after she split from Diddly Squat. Didn’t steal her from Puffy at all, but Diddly was all insulted she dated a non-Hispanic white man after him—made Diddly crazy with self-hate. Word is he promoted the whole “Bennifer” backlash thing. Jenny even ripped him when he started wildin’ up, telling people Ben was better endowed than Diddly squat.
Coons ain’t got good brains, but they hate the disrespect of the Massa once again showing them all to be just trashy little losers. The only thing niggers have is their reputation as jungle bunnies; if whitey shows them up at that, they go apeshit.
p.s. this is also why darkies made up the whole legend about white slave owners “raping” their slaves. Because they just couldn’t stand the notion—the obvious, logical one—that their women willingly gave it up to men of status and power who out-alphaed their field hands.
And he says “no go diggy dai” again.
Let me understand, so the black guy who she is cheating WITH is the cuckold one, another one from of your magnificent mind.
We know the rule ‘never turn a whore into a housewive’
And you honestly think I’ll be bothered by a picture of your small cock in her, seriously!! I’ll send you mine ON her pussy and see who will be a lot more haunted.
“Rest of his life” flipin hell another one of Whorefinder’s hamster rationalisation.
You know what, cos of you rationalisation, you are a proper lesser beta my son..
lmao. Poor little nigger.
As Heartiste has easily pointed out, his plan flips the sript and actually WILL piss off the cuckhold. But the history of you darkies is that the idea that you are sexually bested by anyone—especially yo’ massa–sends you into apoplectic fits. Being shown evidence that, despite your cucholdry, yo massa is actually doing better than you with her—e.g. getting cock shots that you can’t, and knowing you’re fool enough to care—will send you into a P. Diddly Squat-esque pouting that lasts for decades.
Example: witness any brother when you discuss Halle Berry having babies with a white model after having been married to black guys, or when you point out that Heidi Klum cheated on Seal with white Australian bodyguard.
I’ts therapy time! lol
If some girl’s BF sending me a pic of his cock because I’m fucking his GF I’ll simply laugh. I’ll even twitter the pictures..
Someone clearly loves to read gossip magazine.
Anyway google says: Halle’s ex Eric was a sex addict who cheated on her time after time.
Heidi Klums ex Seal was a well known cheat, cheated on her time after time.
Both of their subsequent relations/ husbands where beta as hell!!
Anyway what kinda Alpha deals with a woman with KIDS!!!
You are not threatened by Chinese, Indians, Arabs, Jews…. But certainly threatened by our sexual prowess.
Some of you white guys are scared of the sexual prowess of us black men, END OFF!!
Lol Whorefinder your rationalisation never stops!!!
Again because of your Hamester rationalisation, you’re nothing but a lesser beta.
John Doe is a rather pedestrian rap-say-it-loud-I’m-black-’n-proud name.
May I suggest MC Hotpocket?
Why do anything? Just date other girls and keep her in your stable of multiple long term relationships. Never define a relationship verbally, whether it is beginning or ending. Just find other women to date or other goals to accomplish with your time. She will always be available for a booty call in the many years to come if you leave as an alpha.
Besides, the best revenge is living a great life for yourself: career success, financial independence, lots of friends and family, and the love of beautiful women (or woman).
The Ring Bearer has gone Gollum with the precious knowledge. Can he recover? Will Elves have healing magic enough? Stay tuned…
I’d probably do #4 and get her to admit to fucking the dude. Then invite her over along with my boys, play back the tape, then throw an impromptu stripper party.
I’ve never had to dump a cheating LTR, but to me it seems that simply ghosting leaves her to make up her own narrative, insert all the usual why-won’t-men-commit-to-a-strong-independent-woman stuff. Which you may not care, we expect that of them. If you want revenge, it’s out her to all the mutual friends who are judgy to cheaters.
My guess is she’s done this before and the last time, her boyfriend wimped out because she’s hot. If he has a good shot at fucking her over he needs to take it to burst her implant-enlarged ego. Hell, she’d probably respect him like few other men just for taking full advantage of the free opportunity to be sadistic and not wimping out. It’s imperative not to act butthurt though. Heh, maybe she’d come back and suck his dick again just for punishing her.
listen retards, it’s only “trying to hard” for a beta who needs to move on to soothe his pathetic soul. This is sport.
CH (or any hitter in the sphere) has to balance advice for the masses (because they are asses) and the joy of fucking with a skank just for fun. It’s just for fun externally, the feelings are already settled internally.
I fuck with women who exhibit bad behavior, period. I don’t even don’t have to be banging her to fuck with her, she just has to need being fucked with for her shitty behavior.
just noticed your name and avatar. lol
you are the first
it’s a rough world lol.
“This is sport.”
If it’s sport, then T-Ball is a sport. With lots of trash talk and brotastic high fives.
Real men dump cheating women and don’t care to play junior high games. Burn the belongings she left by you, change your cell number and cut her off. Explain nothing. Call the police when she shows up. I have done this and it works best. Women feel entitled to your time and conversation. Frustrate this entitlement. When she cheats, she becomes a urinal that can walk and talk. Treat her as such.
Grow up, find a breeder, get married.
[CH: A lot of commenters are missing the point of the post. Hint: sometimes delicious revenge is its own reward.]
Burn the belongings she left by you
that’s childish
Or is it voodoo?…
I’m on board with the “urinal” part of this idea. Why not have one (or a dozen) last pumps at the cunt, and collect some truly degrading photographic evidence?
Because it isn’t really “cheating” to begin with. If you’re fucking her without being married to her, you’re every bit the emotional juvenile she is. And you just got what you deserve. Now, take her whoring as a signal to either get married to a decent woman to have children with or stop the serial monogamy/ hooking up. Life is not a college dorm.
Must be trollin’ or new.
gunslingergregi for president re: the comment.
I think I have a dude crush.
Isn’t a guy already beta if he gets cheated on in the first place?
[CH: Not always. Alphas get cheated on too, perhaps not as often, but it happens.]
I thought that was a key theme of this blog?
[No.]
I got caught slipping after 10 years.
Good thing men mature and women just get old. You should see the 24 yo I am having dinner with tonight. Wow. AND she is legit sweet as hell with rich parents. Ima thinking LTR material. the ex is 34 and post wall. thanks babe.
Same exact story here, except new one is 29 and ex is about to turn 38. I’m 38. #winning. Super cute little thing with rich parents. (not pedastalizing, but this will be fun).
I strongly advise against that facebook/twitter “hacking” part. In the US and maybe also other western countries, should she call the cops(as improbable it might be), you could get easily prosecuted.
babe magnet is buzz killington! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f68VXKMZT1Q
That’s why you always use 7 proxies.
You wouldn’t, as the brothers put it, fuck a bitch without wrapping up, so why disseminate ugly truths without affording yourself the same protections to your anonymity?
Yep. This is true CH. Seriously. You do NOT want to mess around with the hacking part of this.
Agree. Here is the list of sluts worth going to jail for:
Or, if you’re the Greatest Try-Hard, you beg for forgiveness for not fulfilling her and ask her for a “second chance.”
[CH: Correct. Now *that’s* try-hard.]
Radio silence + seriously date another girl, who knows the situation in case the ex shows up in full wacko mode. With radio silence you are not a cheater and hold the complete moral high ground. If she confronts you privately or publicly, say, “We officially broke up when you cheated.”
what if you’re living in her moms basement?
Try fucking her mom.
This.
The last point is straight up evil. With a dash of shrewdness, points 4 and 3 can be combined to smear and tarnish the whore’s reputation forever — or at least until she relocates to another state. There are legit-looking STI results available across the interwebs, easily modifiable by anyone with a pulse and a pirated copy of photoshop.
No self-respecting man will ever consider a petri dish for a serious relationship.
Another tour de force from Heartiste.
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To all the people who say, “Just dump her! Just cut her off and never speak to her again!”, look, you have a point. (Comb your hair right, and you can cover it up.) The problem is that it’s only going to work to your satisfaction if your social circles do not overlap significantly. If you’re in an LTR with her, that’s extremely unlikely.
Because do you know what women do when you just *disappear*? They don’t introspect. They don’t navel-gaze. They don’t just move on to the one they were cheating with as if nothing happened. Well, some of them do. But I’ve met ones who didn’t. And here’s what they did:
They constructed a narrative in which everything they did was totally OK, and they told EVERYONE in their social circle (and his) “her side of the story.” I’ve seen allegations that HE cheated first and she caught him. I’ve seen allegations of abuse. Allegations of neglect. Because the first thing she’s going to do when she stops getting attention from you is to start poisoning the well against you.
That’s why, even if you are in a “live and let live, let’s just move on” frame of mind (a rational and civilized POV, I’m not mocking you for feeling that way), you may find yourself betrayed not just by her, but by your circle of friends as well.
You should consider poisoning the well FIRST. Get your story, along with whatever evidence you can find, out before you get HER out.
wtf are allegations of neglect? and how do such allegations justify infidelity? does that actually work? can guys use it too? hahaha
Actually, they can work very easily on women. Tell a woman who’s attracted to you that your gf/wife neglects you or that she doesn’t pay attention to you and that you’re thinking about leaving her and watch the panties fly off. This is how mistresses end up with the same married guys for years—they see them as an emotional opportunity, but forget that what women want is not what men want.
I might have to test that idea.
Remember: you must be getting a few IOI’s before this works.
It’s right up there with “it’s complicated.”
“how do such allegations justify infidelity? ” -> I was really doing my best. But. He has got ED and after 3 months my resistance was overwhelmed.
“can guys use it too? ”
Only if you are gay.
Some examples, with details changed to protect the guilty and the innocent alike:
“He never talked to me. It was like I was living alone in that house.”
“His friends would come over and he’d ignore me completely.”
“He’d go away for weeks at a time, I’d never hear from him.” (This was particularly rich because the dude was IN A BATTLE ZONE.)
yeah, unfortunately i knew exactly what you were talking about. i’ve heard shit like this from some of my friends (both guys who heard it and girls who told it), but i always find it so fascinating because it is complete bs as far as “justification” for infidelity goes. basically, it is just retroactive justification by women for bad behavior that society doesn’t call women out about. as a simple thought experiment, imagine hearing this line of logic from a guy about why he cheated on his girl…
Military wives are often the biggest whores around. Most of the guys they marry are still in the whole beta-duty-honor-country mode and the girls seduce them with promises of fidelity and loyalty—all for a steady paycheck, the glory of being military wife (or widow!) and plenty of time to whore around—with plenty of in shape men to do it with.
True story: men used to need permission from their superior officers to marry. Single men were preferred on army rolls, since their deaths didn’t make widows and they could whore around without complicated paternity issues with at-home-wives.
Whereas now, the married soldiers get more pay.
ClownRapeMaiden, here’s the thing:
Social circles don’t “overlap.” There are her friends and your friends and those who mix together. The couples you meet/befriend whilst a couple are really her friends—and really it’s just woman. The guys just hang out.
Guys have smaller social circles than girls, but ours are tighter. Our best guy friends aren’t going to listen to that bullshit. They may smile and nod if they’re banging one of the girl’s friends, but they don’t buy it. Much like a guy with testosterone in a diversity training seminar.
So really it’s just a cheating slut rationalizing to her other cheating slut friends (they always hang together) about why her being a cheating slut is ok. The other cheating sluts will agree.
Nothing lost by the dude at all.
But at home, at night, completely cut off from rationalizing, she’s tortured that her hamster can’t get closure. And by the idea that one of her cheating friends, despite their nods to her, will make a play for her now-ex—because they are just cheating whores, after all.
“you may find yourself betrayed not just by her, but by your circle of friends as well.
You should consider poisoning the well FIRST. Get your story, along with whatever evidence you can find, out before you get HER out.”
Even though I am a “just walk away” kind of guy, that is probably good advice.
+1! This dead on. I’ve seen it happen.
Heterosexual men don’t have “social circles.” Dump. Cut off. Move on.
This, but a bit less. We do have social circles—i.e. friends—but they’re not going to leave us over what some slut says.
Because do you know what women do when you just *disappear*? They don’t introspect. … They constructed a narrative in which everything they did was totally OK, and they told EVERYONE in their social circle (and his) “her side of the story.” I’ve seen allegations that HE cheated first and she caught him. I’ve seen allegations of abuse. [yak yak yak…]
Whoooooo caaaaaaarrrrreeesss?
These are the agitated concerns of women and faggot gossips. If your reputation in a “social circle” can crumble based on the testimony of a single, bitter, jilted, cock-hopping whore, you have more fundamental issues to work out.
Also, get out of that kaffeeklatch. Hang out with men. “How can you stand that guy! Look at these allegations of neglect that forced me to cheat on him!” Any friend would see straight through that play and laugh in her face. Hell, any man would.
I do not expect you to understand, even with your interuterine testosterone bath and digit ratios which make you think you can think like men.
Matt
Make that “intrauterine.” Even I wouldn’t accuse you of womb-hopping as a fetus.
I knew what you meant, Matt, about the intrauterine T. Even I am above internet grammar nazi-hood. (Although it would have been quite some trick, had I managed it!)
It’s not that you’re giving bad advice, Matt, it’s just that I guess you hang out with people who haven’t had, and couldn’t have, stuff like this happen to them. I have. I’ve seen women who cheated and then, once caught, ran around like beheaded poultry spreading lies about why they did it far and wee. I’ve seen men’s careers threatened, even ruined, based on nothing but some lying bitch’s fantasy narrative.
I’ve seen men in their social circle jump on the bandwagon, either because a) they never took women off The Much-Vaunted Pedestal and they automatically believed her; or b) they hoped the woman in question would hop on their part of the carousel (I like to think they went with the horsey instead of the carriage; the carriage is boring); or c) some combination of the above.
And whorefinder is right. You’ll see this phenomenon more frequently in the junior ranks of the armed services than anywhere else.
You’re misguided but there’s pretty poesy in your words, and that’s enough for a girl.
yea a chick can really fuck up your life during the demonization phase for sure
especially if they willing to lie
then if you marred to em yea they can really fuck up your life
True story. Many, many years ago I had to move my business to another city due to allegations of abuse. I mean my literal business–I lost too many customers. And this was back in my beta-est of beta days! People who knew me should have known that I would never have hit a woman, but they still couldn’t handle the cognitive dissonance.
Whereas in the real world, if you actually hit her she’d probably defend you. Women are strange that way.
true story
A+
Combine methods 1 & 4. Same Damn Day. Have the babe from method 1 come to your crib right after the phone call from method 4. Bonus points if she’s hotter than the Whore. Say the following: “If anything’s wrong just let me know honey-bunny. In the meantime I’m going to hang out with my new friend.”
Slay, Playa, Slay.
Inner peace, at such a young age!
Perfectly timed post.
I dumped my solid as fuck 20yr old 9 from a year + relationship due to shit she pulled on instagram/twitter. She never cheated. When I get off work I’ll explain in a post that represents female hypergamy perfectly – and this bitch LOVED me, but hey, slutsgonnaslut.
6 months into the relationship, she told me she got plowed by a band member of a popular pop group – she said this out of spite to something I said. I had a nice rebuttal to that, but that’s immaterial here.
Couple months back, we were driving along when that band’s song came on the radio – she then begun to reminisce, out loud and in a ‘joking fashion’ that she was plowed by one of them (I soon found out who, as she never told me) and laughed at the memory, like I was one of her girlfriends.. All I said to that was ‘slut’s gonna slut’. I had it out with her later the following day..
Last Friday, this band was in town to preform on the Saturday. They were at the club I bounce at, and my gf (who’s a bartender there) was not working – but was there anyway with her gfs.
I’m doing my rounds and come across her and her gf taking pics with the lead singer of the band – turns out this was the guy who fucked her.
She knew I wasn’t happy about it, as I said “that was a cute pic there”, and gave her a thumbs up. She said she didn’t do anything wrong etc. It’s funny, because the following day, I was supposed to meet her extended family for Easter dinner, and it was her mother’s birthday.
That night, as I get home, I check Instagram, she had posted that pic with the # (group name) and # reunite. That’s right. REUNITE – as in “omg I finially get to reunite with the wigger who slayed me 3 yrs ago!!~!~”
It gets worse.
On the comment section, the comment that got the most praise was one that said “hahaha I wanna pull a (gfs name) tonight!!” (as in, I wanna pull a (gfs name) and fuck that guy tonight!!)
I checked twitter, and lo and behold, another bitch tweeted her “just ate dinner next to your favourite (group name) band member
She tweeted back: hahaha aren’t you lucky! Do a casual wave for me
Rando Bitch tweeted back: Oh yeah I gave him a real creeper wink, he knew what was up.
So, there you have it. I called her that night and dumped her. She was devestated, wanted to see me in person – so we met Sunday night, I handed her shit to her, told her why (she went of the offensive, saying I’m insecure, and ppl will think you’re an idiot for dumping me over this etc) and said have a good night.
It’s strange – she can have the extreme femininity of the nurturing, caring, girlishness, beautiful smile, energetic, and LOVED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
But, the slut inside her is still too strong to resist her hypergamous nature, even if it is on an Instagram/twitter. Oh, she also said in relative ease that she wants to fuck a black guy (think Drake) once in her life, and she listens to rap, a lot of it.
Do you people think I handled this well. Should I have canned her? She was a very feminine creature that I loved (almost) but the drama/excessive flirting with other guys just became too annoying, and so all this was the final nail in the coffin, like I told her.
Oh, look! One of her friends is giving you the “fuck me” eyes. Better go see what’s up.
/thread
If you don’t pry about her past and it finds you anyway, that’s a red flag.
I’m sure more girls than we’d like to admit go through a “woo!” phase, whether it’s in college or that weekend in Tijuana, who cares where. It happened. It’s one thing to do it and another to high-five your girlfriends about it. Any woman who was aware of what people on this site do would take that shit to the grave.
That, and her wanting to bed a black guy add up to one pretty big bullet you wisely dodged.
its rough having the balls to dump em sometimes for shit that goes against what your willing to take but you will get respect for it
Absolutely you did the right thing. That’s some pretty disrespectful shit she pulled and she deserved to be dumped. Bravo to you, sir, for not letting her get away with it and moving on with your life.
Good move getting rid of that low life slut. You could never trust her. I remember dropping a bitch home one morning after a gig (she just had to fuck someone in the band). As she got out of the car she said, ‘What am I going to tell my boyfriend?’. I just drove off. I really, really, REALLY despise low cunts that fuck around on their BF/husband.
She never cheated on me, I want to make that clear. Does my decision still stand as valid?
Caesar and Pompeia, man.
If someone is dating you, they shouldn’t even be looking as if they might be thinking of cheating. It’s one thing if it’s a rumor from one person who might be jealous, but when they behave shamelessly in front of people, this is a woman who doesn’t care about your feelings.
I’ll go against the grain and say you blew a shit-test. I would have probed to see how he was in bed and got her to admit he sucked or had a small dick or whatever. If she raved on him, I’d ask how many women she thought he’d fucked and how many hours they’d been together and get her to describe her slutitude in detail. You should then encourage her to stop being so coy online and go into detail about how shed fuck him again if she could….then dump her, telling her you didn’t realize what a slut she was.
If she backs down at any point, then you remind her you’re in charge and won’t tolerate disrespect. Remind her you have options by asking her how shed react if you started publicly doing same with an ex. Reminisce fondly about how great she was in bed and the things she would do….then give the chick a long blank look, and walk away.
Nice, solid.
Is there still a way for me to do exactly this.
You work at the same club, so:
Go over and talk to her with a smile on your face and casually say something like “hey, no hard feelings, huh? We both have to work here…I was pretty harsh, but there’s some shit I just won’t tolerate in a relationship”
(Pause and check out the clientele, clearly enjoying your freedom).
Casually: “So, was the guy a great fuck or a shitty fuck?” Her answer will tell you what you need to know about whether dumping her gained her respect or not. You’re either going to act genuinely amused and very curious just how deep her slutitude goes (implying you had no idea and made the right choice) Tease and goad her into being all the slut she can be……OR you’re going to scratch you head and act surprised (that she was jealousy shit testing you), then walk away and let her come to you. Dont take her back until she apologizes unless you want more of the same later. Make her beg. If you do take her back…use the same formula to hand this shitpile back to her whenever you feel like it, especially when you turn her into your slut. Make her do the same things she did to him.
I have just gone trough something very similar.
On one hand that woman was definitely in love with me ( I could make a list of what she said and done but who cares, I know she was crazy about me ) and I was very attached to her…dare I say in love with her?
But on the other hand she regularly disrespected me in a few ways. one way was that she bragged about her sexual past kind of like your girl did.
In some ways she was the best I had ever had and in other ways she was the worst.
It was like dating DrJekill and Mr Hide, she loved me one day and treated me like shit the next.
I was her hero one day and I was a zero the next.
At times it felt like I had found the one and we would spend the rest of our lives together… and at times it felt like I was in hell and had to run for my life.
I would go from total happiness when she was in a good mood ad she was super nice to me, to almost despair so bitchy and irrational and unfair she could be to me.
In the end when I left her for the last time ( I had left her about 6 times before that ) she went to the police, lied trough her teeth and accused me of assault.
Be careful, some women are so evil you can not believe it until it is too late.
Or maybe you will be one of the very rare lucky ones; she will change and become a better person?
I hoped for that for a year and a half, she actually became more bitchy…
I’m also Canadian – pass the maple syrup
This
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Perfect_Murder
Except, don’t fuck up.
Damn G Paltrow was smokin’ in the 90s. REmember her in “Seven?”
Btch was never that good—a producer’s daughter getting a job. I remember her getting her fucking head cut off in Seven, and THAT was fucking tits man.
#4 is my favorite but knowing myself id go with the Chris brown beat down.”Punch her in her taco paco”
One of the best “poison the well” tactics in this situation is to notify the interloper that you’ve plundered her special well.
After a LT gf broke up with me to be with another guy that she claimed loved her (because I didn’t “as much”), I got his number from her phone, called and wished him luck, saying no hard feelings, and then calmly and casually informed him that she’s a great girl… and I fucked her in the ass.
It was simple: My dick. Her asshole. Hard fucked.
Instant rage on his end, and the conversation ended on the right note.
There’s no way that didn’t replay in his mind like a broken record. “I fucked your girl in the ass,” is a devastating reminder that he can’t go where man hasn’t already gone (repeatedly) before.
It’s reasonable to hold out hope that at just 22, (most) chicks have not yet been anally defiled by anyone, and thus it’s a new and exciting moment of intimacy you can introduce to her. Not so for him.
I have no doubt that his knowing that the butthole he watched while banging the whore in doggie had already been visited (repeatedly) by a known figure led to a coarsening of their relations and the precipitous dissolution of their relationship after a few months.
Around that time she called to find out how I was doing.
This would be my method.
Plus – a little long-term plutonium hamster food as you dismiss her: “Remember this – a man who cheats with you, cheats on you”. The half-life on this pellet is eternal.
This is great, but what if the skank has already been buttTHexed by Fucker Max, whose name rhymes with Goldman Sachs???
Sadly I’m discovering that anal virginity is sorely lacking among today’s whores. I mean respectable young ladies.
Outstanding.
Yeah, if you’re Vulcan in the Aphrodite-Ares-Vulcan sex triangle, broadcasting her infidelity can back fire on you just as it did poor crippled Vulcan. Follow Heartiste’s advice (or maintain radio silence) to make sure it doesn’t.
I once knew a guy whose gf got drunk at a bar and angry at him for a silly reason and blurted it out that she was cheating on him—a.. to hurt him in a petty way. By all accounts, he said not a word, marched right out of the bar, took his stuff from her place that night before she got home (she didn’t know where he went) and drove 300 miles overnight to his best friend’s home and stayed there till he got his own place. (my friend had been working a series of odd jobs in his gf’s city with no direction in his life, so this was relatively easy for him to do).
And, most importantly, he maintained radio silence.
His ex-gf hit the roof. He’d disappeared off the map. No returned texts, no phone calls, no emails, no letters, no notes, no nothing. When chicks talk about needing closure they are serious. Her hamster couldn’t make it all better without some kind of info from him.
She finally found out where he was by harassing his parents. She drove to his bf’s place the same day (exactly 2 weeks later). Cried on his front porch, begged to be let in, begged to talk.
He never did; never even came to the door. Had his bf finally tell her to leave or he was calling the cops. She finally left, according to the bf, a mascara-ridden mess of a whore.
That gf was wrecked emotionally for a long time afterwards. I saw her a few times in passing, and if she noticed me, her face went purple and red and her eyes almost filled up. Me, a distant friend of his, was all it took for her defenseless hamster to cry uncle and just declare her a worthless cock-riding whore.
This is what I’ve learned: hamsters are all-powerful creatures, but need to be fed with information and attention. If they don’t receive it, they stop running, and are powerless against the truth.
This is what I’ve learned: hamsters are all-powerful creatures, but need to be fed with information and attention. If they don’t receive it, they stop running, and are powerless against the truth.
At least put Aphrodite in the middle of your menage sandwich. Ares is physically cockblocking Vulcan in your formulation. Yick.
“Vulcan-Aphrodite-Ares.” FTFY
Whorefinder the Cretin also needs to be fed with attention. If Cretin doesn’t receive it, he stops running, and is powerless against the truth.
Cheers, bitch.
“here’s one thing that drives every woman crazy, even the most cold-hearted whore, and that’s the thought that her man is having a dalliance with another woman.”
Not true. I am just ice hearted enough not to care (But I admit, the substance running through my veins is -273 Kelvin.)
I think I did once find evidence of a dalliance around my bedroom. Didn’t give it much thought. Shrugs.
[CH: You’re too smart for NAWALT. Get it together.]
Heartiste, man, I’m surprised you haven’t seen through this lying dumb dyke already.
But not so smart that I don’t get gina tingles from a perfectly placed neg. Thanks
Yawn. Another sad attempt by the Lying Dumb Dyke to flirt with Heartiste and prove shes into men.
I don’t think she knows what she is into, she seems quite confused…
… and she has the worst avatar in the history of the internet.
I totally agree.
Do all girls have as great a finger length variation as as Fex’s avatar? I confess I learned about the digit ratio thing from this site so Im not qualified to judge. My 1st finger is a fingernail below my middle, and the 3rd is a about half a fingernail below the middle. Pinky tops out right below the 3rd fingernail. Do her fingers look weird? Or does my simian admixture mean my fingers are weird? Im going to be looking at girls hands all day tomorrow.
My hands are bad. That’s why I posted the pic. I was bitching about it in another thread.
[CH: Strong digit ratio.]
And yet you act so much like a brain-dead female. I guess you make up for it in man-hating bull dyking.
Thanks?
The answer to any question that thwack asks: “Shut up, nigger.”
Alternatively,
“WTF is it with you people?”
“Is nig…, um, ugly, stupid, violent, and poor impulse control the new normal?”
Do you want me to act like a white person?
Thwack you are already behaving like a white person, the problem is that it is the wrong kind, you are acting like a white liberal…
what should I do?
shoot up a school?
When white folks shoot up schools at the same rate negroes commit violent crime, your point will be cogent.
Until then, it’s just your usual suspect shuck n’ jive.
The irony…
To accurately measure digit ratio you need to compare the digits facing palm up, as you can alter the apparent length of the digits when the palm is facing down. (The measurement goes from the bottom crease of the finger to the very tip, by obscuring the bottom crease and positioning the digits one way or the other, you can make the index appear bigger/smaller than the ring finger than it actually is. This is why it’s so hard to judge digit ratio from photo’s unless the person’s palm is directly facing you (that is, isn’t at an angle (which can also alter the apparent digit ratio)))
Thanks very much, actually. My digit ratio is a lot less man when you put it that way. Good to know that my form is almost correctly constructed as genetics intended.
The measurement goes from the middle of the bottom crease of the finger to the very tip
Actually, I started looking at pictures of black people’s hands, and it does look to me like they have more uniform finger length.
No, you should only look at girls hands. I clicked on your avatar and saw the close up and your fingers are nothing like mine, but that don’t mean they weird; because you are female. Our fingers are much different. Relative to mine, your pinky seems really short and your index kinda short too. In addition, your fingernails are “straight across” at the bottoms and mine are “curved” (U shaped) at the bottom. Once again, I think your fingers are fine, even though they are different from mine. Also, you hafta control for the possible monkey DNA floating around in my blood. Long fingers are good for peeling bannanas and swinging from trees; two things Im pretty good at.
She has a masculine digit ratio, and likely a masculine personality to go with it.
Nah, not at all somehow. It’s possible that my entire race of south asian appears to have more superficially feminine personality characteristics than whites and blacks. So, even with my masculine digit ratio, I don’t appear masculine in affect in comparison to most of the women I am surrounded by (mainly white women).
I’ve never been called masculine for anything besides the content of my ideas, my writing structure and for some of my sexual preferences. My demeanor in terms of interactions and general interests are traditionally feminine (more so than the average girl in the city I live in). No one who knows me socially would call me masculine or a “guy’s girl” or butch or anything in that vein. I was also raised in a very religiously orthodox household in a culture of very strict gender roles and gender segregation. This may also contribute to my inability to depart from a traditionally feminine role/affect in social interactions.
My other strike against femininity would be that my father has a fair amount of autism (asperger’s). I have inherited at least some of that, which makes my methods of higher level cognition more masculine. However, I think my low level autism actually makes me appear more feminine in outward personality because I don’t exude a lot of interpersonal aggression or leadership.
“a pic of a black cock in her face. Send the pic to her parents with a note saying “You raised your daughter well.” ”
While seemingly fun in a way, it still somewhat surprises me that you give the above advice. You would make yourself look like a total ass and you would hurt people who are not part of her cheating. Also, at least in my country (Sweden) you would run the risk of getting busted. It wouldn’t be impossible to claim that the pic be arranged or manipulated. The whole thing can backfire in several ways on you. This is the only really bad advice I can recall having read here on an otherwise excellent blog.
As others have said, going on with your life is the best “revenge”.
[CH: *yawn*]
lol. You really don’t get the master, do you?
Back to Sweden, SWPL bitch!
I wish I had come across this blog back in 2006 when I experienced a situation like the one mentioned here (never had as much game as that summer). I’m just saying that going for revenge will risk backfiring at you in so many ways that you really need to know what you are doing. I maintain that nr. 3 is generally bad advice.
How about a gray cock in her face (donkey)
Niggah, please!!! I don’t know exactly where you’re getting at with that donkey thing (maby a lanugague issue on my part ). Anyway, I didn’t meniton it back then but I really loved your short little piece about ‘old ass Martha Washinton’.
All the best!
Then move the FUCK outta Sweden dumbass.
Then move the fuck outta Sweden dumbass
Does anyone else think step 2 is a little weak? How about tell mutual friends and aquantences that you were thinking she was The One (for possible marriage, kids, ham it up within believability) and were going to take it all the way with total lifelong monogamy and bliss, growing old together. Give the whore heavy highlighting by contrasting with the color of Alpha who thought he could actually commit and ‘have it all’. lmfao Who wants to be poisoned with the company of a loser broad who throws away such bliss? Probably some people, but step 2 is what it is: sentimentality and virtue ploy. Sets up the whore narrative in step 3. Is it worth all the work? Don’t know. However, steps 1 and 2 put the guy in the driver’s seat with obvious social rank imbalance, which means calling it over with whatever method will be a lot less problematic with her resignation. Sun Tzu tells us the war should be won before it is fought. If walking away is not strong enough to cut off all loose ends, a little social value setup will do the trick. She might overreact and marry the next dude that comes along. That would be cruel to induce indeed, but let the blue pills crash before it’s too late for the liberation of a systemic crash. Hmmm, I guess I talked myself into merits for investing in a win-lose breakup. Obviously, cultivating neediness is the risk of investing in a breakup. The next chicks will smell the rank neediness if that is the driver. Nice guys are eventually cruel and callous guys are always nice.
If #4, have the “nurse” only use first name and last initial. The nurse assures that her anonymity has been protected, per HIPAA (Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act) regulations. Also, no disease specified. Only a communicable sexually transmitted disease.
Less details, veiled in guvmint doublespeak to protect privacy.
“Whore U., this is nurse Cratchet, from the (Polyclinic Office of Public Health. It has come to our attention that a member of the local community has tested positive for a sexually transmitted, communicable disease. Due to privacy regulation guaranteed by HIPAA, we cannot divulge the disease.”
If pressed, have her only say that the man was tested on a date/time when you were known to be with the whore, leaving you safely free of suspicion.
Close with the seriousness of the disease, the likelihood of exposure, and the importance of testing and immediately notifying all current partners of risk.
That last bit will put to rest any notion of residual feelings for your well-being.
Rather than revenge, which is somewhat juvenile,
[CH: Genghis Khan laughed.]
I would see this as a learning experience. Somehow, i did something wrong here.
[So beta.]
I think you have to exact ice cold revenge for the simple reason that you must maintain your dignity and hand in the relationship. She challenged your authority by cheating and that can’t be let go lightly if you want to maintain your command authority. It’s not unlike allowing subordinates to challenge you in the presence of other subordinates. Nip it in the bud now or expect greater grief down the road.
I like all of these various scenarios and if done with good timing, several of the #3 and #4 scenarios could be executed before the final dump.
Anon (above),
Do you mean the guy in the example has something to learn? Perhaps. Keep in mind, though, that soooooper Alpha can still be flaked on. He can still be cheated on. You can mitigate the odds, but they won’t reach zero.
What can a guy learn?
Hypergamy doesn’t care if you learn.
I think this should be less, “What did I do wrong” and more “Whore’s gotta whore.”
One good turn deserves another. If she’s fucking another man, at least one of her friends knows. Women are incapable of enjoying pleasures without the bragging rights. Her scumbag suitor probably knows who you are as well. You’ve been humiliated in the eyes of at least 3 different people. That’s public by definition.
And now it’s time to make a publicly humiliating end of your soon-to-be ex. It’s time for scorched Earth. Use all of the tools at your disposal. When you leave, you will put her whorishness, callousness, and lack of loyalty on display for all to see. Her reputation will run sour with everybody she knows except for a friend or two who never really liked you anyways. Her current lover will leave her. She will date a string of less attractive men and it will hurt her worse than anything you could have said or not said. You’ve sabotaged the one thing she counted on: your replaceability.
How do I know this? Like my brothers in Moscow, I, a Karamazov, scorched the Earth and laughed my merry way to Ryazan.
I get the public honor aspect of it, but you can’t uncuckold a cuckold. You can only rub salt in your own wound by elaborately spazzing out about the affair. While attempting to shame the whore, you end up shaming yourself more for your poor judgment in having assumed her capacity for loyalty.
No subsequent attempt to “balance the scales” can unfuck her fuck, there is no putting the toothpaste back in the tube. All you are doing is advertising how deep your cluelessness and lack of control went, flailing around to compensate for the permanently irreversible. “All the kings horses and all the kings men / Couldn’t put humped-em pumped-em back together again.”
You just close the door in her face, like Michael did to Kay, with extreme disaffection. There are no better options in a bad situation. If your friends don’t understand getting waylaid by a slut, they are not familiar with our tempora or mores, and they prove themselves unreliable brothers.
Any attempt to pay her back straightforwardly is a failed shit test. Rousing you to act like an enraged man is probably one of the motivators for her infidelity, to ultimately get you to beat and hate-fuck her. But that’s because you didn’t sufficiently instill dread in the first place, which is on you, and you won’t make that mistake next time. You don’t murder women, you just make them think you will. And when you don’t do the penance for her, when you withhold the knife, it is even more desolating to her guilty conscience.
Once the water is under the bridge, though, you demonstrate your manliness by seizing control of the situation after the fact. Control means calculation and indifference, the dead eye (“I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk…”), and the efficient action. As if to say, “No hard feelings. You are not what I judged you to be, which was, worthy of my association.” She will do the work of reputation destruction herself by behaving in ways that abase herself, now that she has been deprived of your influence. The smarter ones will come back begging, and then you may proceed to define all the terms of her reconciliation.
Don’t shame her directly — that just emphasizes your complicity in the cuckoldry. But allow for the conditions of her shaming by others, which in the best circumstances, include herself. “I’ve been cutting myself since I left you … I’ve fucked a dozen guys that meant nothing … I hate myself for doing what I did …” Etc.
Matt
Mmm. How very “Christian” of you. How exactly does that fit in with your pontifications about the power of forgiveness? Not to mention you have stated that adultery is acceptable in some circumstances. Is it that only women should forgive men and that only men can cheat?
Beware the fury of a patient man.
True. People can be pushed too far and become unhinged. Yet, one must guard against the damage to their own soul in treating others so callously.
It’s usually a bad idea to comment on another man’s level of commitment to Christianity (and always a bad idea to do it sarcastically) because one never has the decisive information with which to make a right judgment: the state of one’s conscience. But I do appreciate your attempt at correction because I otherwise respect you.
You have a superficial understanding of forgiveness. It is not a blank check to permit the evil in your midst. When you facilitate the swift consequence of your sister’s sin, that is an act of love: you are helping to bring the cause and effect together for her so that she stops participating in the evil which, more than harming you, is killing her. It is one thing to forgive a person. But if she insists on repeating her error or justifying the crime in the face of forgiveness, that is evidence the victim’s (very difficultly achieved) patience is lost on her, and forgiveness becomes license; or worse, it becomes the cover for a tacit approval derived from cowardice to avoid confrontation.
It is practical if not ideal to extend forgiveness only when it is genuinely asked for, combined with the perpetrator’s firm resolution “with the help of Your grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin.” That way you don’t participate in her error by abetting it. But even that approach depends too much on our faulty judgment of the perp’s sincerity.
In short, sometimes a troubled person trapped in sin requires encouragement of conscience before forgiveness. This is why we used to call prisons “Penitentiaries” and “Corrections Facilities” rather than “Revengeatoriums.” To mouth the words of forgiveness is easy — too easy. To use forgiveness properly, as the key ingredient of reconciliation with and penitence in the perpetrator, is the essence of a Christian’s science, which is difficult to understand and even harder to achieve. Especially because the temptations to pettiness are everywhere, as this post and comment thread demonstrate.
Don’t worry too much, though, yours is a common misapprehension. Work it out for yourself “in fear and trembling.”
Is it that only women should forgive men and that only men can cheat?
“Adultery” is a female phenomenon. The etymology literally means the “adulteration” of a blood line through female perfidy. Women have the special knowledge of a child’s paternity, which makes their betrayal of the bond much more consequential than a man’s. It is observant of this community to call secret cuckolding the female equivalent of rape. The act causes an equivalent violence to the integrity of a man’s house as a forced pregnancy does.
So I would say, forgive your sister “seven times seventy times” (Matt 8:22) but this audience is deaf to that advanced lesson and prone to misinterpret it as the cowardice for which it usually covers. Just as you are deaf to it too.
Matt
I think it is always a good idea to note when I appear to see hypocrisy; whether or not the repercussions are good or bad is immaterial. I wouldn’t expect someone who says one cannot judge another without knowing their conscience to then proceed to judge mine. However, as that is the case, I will proceed headless to consequence. My understanding is neither superficial, nor am I deaf. Like most people, application is the testing ground and both of these topics are familiar territory.
Regarding adultery as a female phenomenon, I disagree. I often note the interest of single men in married women and married men in single women. If it were strickly coming from women, why must man be instructed that: “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor’s.” Historically I found it interesting to discover that married men sleeping with unmarried women was not considered adultery. However, in our times it is.
I do appreciate you clarifying your remarks because there are many people who look to you as an example and they should know the intricacy of your message. And also because when I do not feel the impulse to clobber you with a heavy stick, “I otherwise respect you.”
Whoa there. I have the stick that does the clobbering. Your tickle twig is mostly pleasant — as long as you don’t persist to the point of annoyance.
I’m not exactly sure what you’re getting at. Are you implying that I flat-out confronted the harlot? That would have been idiotic. Even 4 years ago when I was pre-red pill and a college underclassman, I knew better than that.
Instead I worked quietly to lay out circumstances where she would sabotage herself and it appeared that I had enough of her childish games and walked away. Simply put, I gave her enough rope and she did the rest. I didn’t have to get my hands dirty. I just cut the sandbags and let the curtain collapse as the audience got a good look at her juicy private life. And the best part was I was miles away and none of my fingerprints were on it.
It looked like she was schtupping some other guy and turned into an alcoholic whore, I caught wind of it and ceased contact. Her family and friends were deeply unamused with her antics as evidenced by carelessly (or carefully) placed *ahem* artifacts in her place when her parents dropped by for a visit as well as an unexpected yet warm conversation with her much-despised sister where I confessed to her that she wasn’t “as much of a bitch” as the soon-to-be ex always said she was. Her friends always liked me to start with as I played to the crowd when I approached her. (Between negging the sister and working a set, you could argue I had basic instincts, even as a blue pill) She had only 2 or 3 friends by the time this was over. To the casual observer it looked like somebody self-destructing.
Not bad for a guy who couldn’t tell alpha from alfalfa. Unsurprisingly the next girl I dated was much better looking. I only learned a couple years ago that I tended to go beta over time which led to the decline. Was this spectacle a little beta? Yeah. Then again, so was I at the time. Also, I don’t think I would have changed a thing. She was genuinely crazy, looking back with 20/20, and the permanent SMV drop I left her with was a mark of service.
When you said
you weren’t giving the impression that you “worked quietly to lay out circumstances where she would sabotage herself.”
Further, I understand the “quietly” part, but not so much the “work.” All of your “work” is contained in the reaction. If you are putting much effort into it, you are making a bad situation worse, which was my point. Your “quietly” idea, however, indicates that at least you were concealing your work and making an appearance of nonchalance.
I’m saying go one step further and truly achieve indifference and disinterest, detach yourself from the crime altogether, rise above it with a smirk rather than scowling in the mud, and leave her to her own psychological devices. When you do that once or twice, you realize that the psychology is reliable enough to confidently resist the temptation for direct vengeance, which is always better in the conceptual stage than in the execution (as the exaggerated reports of perfect revenge on this comment thread make clear to anybody with a bullshit detector).
Each to his own, brother. My general assertion from experience is: vengeance is low and ignoble. Smells of petty Jewry, of hovels and dives, of the stale air and pale skin of subterranean existence. The cackling plots and devices and rubbing of one’s bony hands together with glee, the chicanery and the deception, the descending to the level of the adulteress by acting like one in return. All in the premeditation which is the mark of smoldering resentment.
Was that you? I make no claim in that regard. I am only reporting my own approach, which doesn’t fantasize about elaborate schemes much less put them into motion. I do not contain hot-enough embers of resentment to sustain such a drawn-out effort, particularly when I have an ability to redirect the manic energies of the guilty back upon herself.
My guess is that we are largely saying the same thing, and I don’t criticize you. Rather I’m making a preemptive effort to discourage the misinterpretation of your advice. We’re talking before a rough lot here.
Matt
The outing of her to friends seems more in the vain of public service even, with the revenge part being a fee for services rendered. You’d be doing your bit to reduce the number of cheating women and spreading a bit of that fear to the circle of her friends… not that many would make the connection between their own lack of fidelity and hers, but hey, even one would be a bonus. This shit will continue until shaming comes back in vogue.
To effortlessly crush her, build her up with some expectation of some once in a lifetime adventure, ie party invite to a celebrity mansion, trip to amazing place, whatever. After she has bragged to all of her friends, pull the rug out coldly and walk away.
+1
or just drop her down a tier and fuck all her friends. plus her sister and maybe even her mom lol
and since the gf is ‘excessively’ hot, she’s probably got some pretty floozy friends…cause don’t they all bahaha
Dude you are brilliant. Plan a three week vacation to Europe to several amazing places, Paris/Rome you name it. Get travel books/guides, talk about what amazing hotels she would like to stay in. Plan it several months out so there is time to enjoy the tension before you have to either buy the tickets or bail. When she finally bugs you if you’ve bought the tickets, THEN radio silence. I had a girl that I had promised to take to a concert once a while ago, and totally bailed with radio silence. It really pissed her off, she had gotten dressed up and was waiting and everything.
Ouch! That’s not bad, but this is pretty nuclear.
My friend dated an unfaithful girl. He was pretty upset about it, but he didn’t grovel. Didn’t beg. Went on with his life, talked with me about it occasionally, but didn’t dwell on it.
He kept the nudes she’d given him. When he heard she was dating the guy, he waited. When he heard they were engaged, he waited still. The night before her wedding, he had gotten her fiancee’s number through the grapevine and sent the nudes, right before he switched to a new phone. The last text he got on it was, “You’re a fucking asshole” from the new guy, and two back-to-back calls from the bride-to-be. He didn’t pick up, and didn’t keep his old phone long enough to receive more calls/ voicemails.
This was several years ago. I can’t rightly say how much that impacted the marriage, but that couple is divorced today.
Who’d have thought a pic whore would fail at marriage? (/sarcasm)
Even if it’s not a real story, it’s a great one.
I think instilling dread is best. Just disappear for a while, she’ll come back feeling guilty or curious.
THen bang her hard and simply say “Myeh, this really isn’t going the way I want, I think it’s time we stopped.”
If as he says she is hot but low self esteem, any pump and dump will drive her mental.
yah but pull out before you blow and say that
I don’t understand this sadistic need for excessive punishment, especially considering the reason seems to hinge on her low self-esteem. Has anyone considered that had the relationship given her a healthy boost to her image she might never have cheated in the first place? Treat a low self-esteem girl like crap and its no surprise she’ll find someone who makes her feel better. I thought gaming a girl was only necessary for girls with high self-esteem.
In the past I have treated women like princesses.
I would be the devoted man – helping in the kitchen, helping their kids do their homework, fix everything in their house, buy them flowers, and so much more,
yet they almost all ended up treating me like shit.
almost all of them showed their gratitude by nagging and complaining 24/7 and some by cheating on me. ( one did it while I was baby sitting her kids )
Had I treated those women like shit it would be different, but after all I did for them, their betrayal was like being stabbed in the back by someone I had just pulled out of the waters she was drowning in.
supreme betrayal.
I have never hurt any of them and never will, it is not my style, but I understand why someone would want revenge.
Sadism has its place, if she begs for it, which ironically makes her forget her esteem issues.
Mr. Z! How nice to see you again
Sadism as a cure for low self-esteem? Causes her to respect herself?
Gives her a sense of value… like she’s paying for her worthlessness, a sort of balancing the scales of justice.
Hello, Miss Kate…I trust you are driving the Guardian Corvette owners crazy
Not all masochists have low esteem. In my opinion, for the low-esteemed, sadism delivered by what she shes as a powerful figure allows her to receive attention free of the esteem issue. Mental esteem issues are transferred to physical suffering, and cleansed. She discovers pain releases endorphins and dopamine and can be seen as deeply pleasurable as she is “used” by a powerful figure she respects without fear of rejection. Any focus on esteem is quickly dispatched by physical sensations, and control of her esteem is handed over to the sadist. Afterwards, she may be doted on by the sadist who comforts her while she processes her feelings. Fear of rejection is turned to acceptance with stinging clarity. Being held by someone who just brutalized her bottom is sort of the surrender to the alpha who sticks around experience, greatly compressed, and with intensity, The burden of having to live up to a mentally impossible standard is relieved through the pleasure of suffering.
Or as Marquis de Sade said “I’ve already told you: the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.”
Very interesting. Not a Corvette in sight! I did have one more date before I took down my profile. I cannot do another dinnerview no matter how interesting the guy is. When I have the energy for another round, I’m going to politely decline any food-related dates and suggest an activity instead. I want to DO something! Its spring now. There’s no excuse.
Seems even a beta in your target demographic would know by now that action is an aphrodisiac. I suggest spanking
. Since its Spring, in the woods.
lol- What I want is to get out on the lake. My father has this beautiful St. Lawrence skiff I haven’t been able to row in years because I need help launching it. You can row it singly, but its really meant for two rowers.
Hmmm…perhaps you need to target the Viagra commercial type guys, such as the guy who unloads his draft horses to pull his truck out of the mud hole he didn’t have the foresight to drive around. Hes living in the age of “getting it done” and may or may not have an old corvette in the garage. He certainly won’t take you to dinner on a first date.
It can be rowed by you or your paramour… either oar.
honey you are way too female to post here
I have never received a better compliment.
Nobody becomes more socially adept from being coddled.
Some behavior is just inexcusable. If a person doesn’t want to be in a relationship, they should be discussing their dissatisfaction with their partner, and if it doesn’t improve, get out of it. For the different, there is also the option of opening the relationship. Cheating is someone trying to have their cake and eat it too. They want whatever benefit they are getting from being in the relationship, and from the other person believing they are exclusive, but they want to have sex on the side too.
I don’t think it is good for any party in a couple to lie to the other about something that could have such horrible consequences. Also, consider that when you are having sex with more than one person, they may as well be having sex with each other as well. So to bring in another partner without one’s committed partner’s consent is proxy rape. You are shagging your lover with the genital secretions and, if you’re spiritual, vibration of the other person.
So sadism and vengeance is perfectly natural and justified in punishing the person who raped you with someone else’s cock. Bonus, it’s like being drugged and raped, since you were unaware that you were being raped.
People get killed over this sort of thing, so in my opinion, if someone gets a bit embarrassed, they should feel lucky they’re not dead.
Nicole,
We disagree on a lot of things but on this I agree with you.
One does feel raped when they learn they have been cheated on.
I have read somewhere that some call it a rape of their honor or a rape of their dignity.
It is a supreme betrayal on the one who was 100% faithful and devoted.
Kate we are describing cheating/adultery here. Such behavior should have major social consequences, imho. If it doesn’t, people will do it and hide it. The more sociologically painful it is, the less people will do it. Yes, red-pill knowledge means that there is an explanation for what motivates people to cheat, but this does nothing to absolve the person who cheated from their decision. Commitments are made *in spite* of evolutionary traits/god-given-virtues. This means they should supersede default human impulses.
Red-pill knowledge tells us that yes we can explain why a woman or man cheated on their partner. It doesn’t mean that choosing to cheat should therefore be responded to only with pure forgiveness. It’s a broken contract, people who break contracts in such a fashion should lose big.
Yes, I see your point. Some of these revenge plans are way over the line though, in my opinion. I ended up reporting the guy who lied about his age to match. He’s still on there. It was a useless action and only served to make me more upset about the “injustice” of it.
Scarlet letters should be brought back.
Walawala, the first half of your strategy is solid but the last paragraph would seem o put you at risk of a false rape accusation if you bang and walk away coldly. Don’t disregard that risk
I’ve had one buddy get cheated on. I’d say he is a greater beta or alpha. He went the drop em without notifying route but with a twist. He jacked off on clothes in her closet after collecting his belongings.
He had that childlike face of glee recounting the act, so if shit happens, I think I will do the same.
Perfect
Good stuff. When this happened to me, I spent a week telling all her friends that I was going to propose to her because she’s the one. I begged them not to tell her and asked them to help me plan a surprise party for her so I could pop the question.
Of course they told her, and of course they planned a massive party at an upscale bar because they thought they’d be drinking on my dime.
The night came, and everyone showed up but me.
Total radio silence. I mean TOTAL.
I heard it damn near drove her insane.
I lost all of our mutual friends, but it was worth it.
This is my favorite, so far. Burning your bridges with a nuke
Brilliant.
Wow – total respect for this move!!! Well played.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
That…is…genius.
I bow to the king. RAPE!
I bow in the presence of a master.
wow, just….wow.
mutual friends come and go, but righteous vengeance is forever.
well done.
Clever, but exhibiting epic butt-hurtedness.
[CH: No it’s not. Do you nerds even know what butthurt means?]
Yes, it is. Do you, nerd, know what elaborate schemes inspired by self-pitying resentment indicate?
Worse, you imply this is all precipitated by “amusement” or “sport,” rather than the butt-hurtedness at the bottom of it all, which must be present to sustain such complicated plots to their conclusion. It’s a bad attempt at concealing your motivation because the motivation can’t possibly be anything but resentment, it is engine of the effort, the indispensable element of the plan. Jokes fade. Resentment burns and burns and burns. And that condition is the mark of a pathetic — nerdy — man. The man without recourse to remain above the theatrics of a Maury Povich Oh No He Di-in’t special.
Ohhhh, snap.
Matt
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
RAPE!
Comment of the month vote.
@matt. i guess you came back now that lent is over. hallelujah!
anyway, here’s what i find interesting about the fact that you gave up this message board for lent: it implies that place a tremendous amount of value on your internet activities. it implies that being a stalwart contrarian and relentlessly arguing with “nerds” on the internet is a very important part of your life. maybe you should reevaluate your priorities…
Alas, were that your usual suspect shithouse psychiatry even half so interesting!
swear to god that i almost wrote “i’m sure your cheering squad will weigh in on this shortly” at the end of my last post…
…my prescience is unstoppable.
and, really, if matt is even 1/10 as wise as you make him out to be, he certainly doesn’t need your oh-so-sweet defense of him.
It was not so much my defense of Matt, as my chiding of your snark… Monsieur Butthurt.
thank you for admitting that you were wrong.
?
Apparently your much-(self-)vaunted prescience extends to the discernment of what doesn’t even exist.
lol i’m just fuckin’ with you, greg.
Make it worth an ‘lol’ next time… there’s a good fellow. Better yet, an LLOZOZOZLZLZLZOZOZOOZLZLZLZLZOOL.
Your remark about the meaning of lent is like a roach trying to explain astrophysics. Scurry back to your crevice.
hilariously predictable
Lol. Did you just finish pysch 101 there sport? What was your grade?
God. Reminds me of a guy I knew who was a few semesters into a Psychology degree and would try this same sort of stupid “drive-by psychoanalysis” shit.
i got a c- in pysch, but, unlike those (you) who just copy the lame insults of others (greg), i got an a+ in creativity. oh, and an a++++ in dick size and general awesomeness.
You are right, but it doesn’t matter.
Most guys are not super alpha, and it does harm them to be cheated on. I would rather they get those feelings out and direct them to whom they belong than to see a decent woman have to pay for her crimes.
Despite what many say, a bit of justice when it is so rare, does feel good and helps one to move on.
Ideals are nice things to have, but we’re not all ideal people, and definitely not living in an ideal world. This may not be an excuse, in your eyes, but not every guy has your ability to just let these things roll off.
Agreed. But it isn’t a comment on my abilities so much as it is a call to consciously acknowledge which “ideal[s]” do and should motivate us. There’s justice, and then there’s the undignified self-abasement of low motives. Again, see the Maury Show.
Retribution is not the whole of justice, particularly since the very act of revenge changes the perpetrator. Participating in it confirms something base in the agent, marking him as a small souled, grumbling, jaw-grinder.
It’s a balance between justice and blowback. Who is striking that balance? Who here is even aware of the need for that balance? These guys are celebrating the blowback, confusing it for the exhilaration of justice, which is not a glorious thing. It is an awesome and terrible thing.
God’s bodykins, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who should ‘scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
Matt
I’ll have to give that some thought. Retribution may not be the whole of justice, but I do think that it is a good thing sometimes. I’m not sure if it is good for guys to pretend to be unmoved if they aren’t. It’s hard for me to say whether the pretense is more or less of a problem than the being moved.
I have one friend who I think did well to pose the taste question to the other man, but another mutual friend just as rightfully said that he wouldn’t have bothered. He said that the moment a woman would cheat on him, she would cease to be of any value to him at all. I don’t think anyone has ever cheated on him though.
You can speak in all the platitudes you want but this guy experienced some treachery on the part of this woman and the experience of it burns at him forever. Back in the early 70s my wife’s mother cheated on my father-in-law with a black guy who sang at a nightclub. And my father-in-law fought back. He hid in the trunk of her car. She drove to see her boyfriend. My father-in-law used a screwdriver, opened the trunk from the inside. He caught her red handed, got evidence, was able to fuck her over in the divorce and get custody of the children. When he spoke about it to me years later, the fact he didn’t just lie down allowed him to deal with it and retain some pride. I think if he just would have walked away, it would have eaten his guts forever.
Rumor has it from fellows in New Jersey that a double tab to the back of the head and entombment in the end zone of Giants Stadium can give real sense of closure to betrayal.
When I find that magic lamp and the genie gives me the 3 wishes, I’m pretty solid the first two would be a billion dollars and being 14 years old again. But the third one flips around between asking for a 13 inch dick and having one good clean unobstructed right hook into the jaw of my ex-wife.
I like this post… I’m not proud that I like it… nevertheless…
Wait till he gets warmed up
Saw “ex wife” at the end of your post. Kind of saw that coming from your opening paragraph. Apples don’t fall from the tree.
Your error is thinking equanimity and calm control constitutes “just lying down” like a pussy. Advocating emotional catharsis is womanly. Worse, it’s undisciplined, like an inebriated, hot-headed guido.
And it’s “double tap.”
[CH: There is a time for calm stoicism, and there is a time for deliriously enjoyable soul destruction. To each its season.]
Hello,
Are you the same Matt King who is a prof at UCLA School of Law…?
When guys don’t have the balls to stand up for themselves, they usually tell themselves they’re “stoic” or “rising above it”. “Self control”. Like men who let a nagging hag wife confine them to their own basement because “somebody has to be the adult here”. Bullshit. You’re a castrato. A doormat. A limp, spineless thing despised by both women and men. I bet you’re “man enough” to obey a “strong mature woman”, right? With “real curves”? And pudding and cheetos down her shirt.
We’ve all heard your shit before. But my friends in broken marriages have the decency not to try to drag me down into the crab bucket with them, and enough brains and self-respect not to be proud of the condition they’re in.
Matthew Walker wrote:
When guys don’t have the balls to stand up for themselves, they usually tell themselves they’re “stoic” or “rising above it”. “Self control”. Like men who let a nagging hag wife confine them to their own basement because “somebody has to be the adult here”. Bullshit.
Like I said, this is the most advanced understanding a powerless man can fathom. He thinks anything but an undisciplined freak-out, howling at the moon, is evidence of “bullshit.”
When a puppy pisses on your rug, do you beat it to death? Do you gather all your friends together for a party to humiliate it and then pat yourself on the back for “stand[ing] up for” yourself?
No. You do what is necessary for the animal to learn, and you get the carpet shampooed. There is no “passion” in it, no gleeful “soul destruction.” To the great-souled man, it is simple maintenance. To the self-aware man, it is a lesson in humility, i.e., how did you allow the circumstance to even become possible, much less to happen? Why weren’t you four chess-moves ahead of a simple woman?
Beating up on an adulteress is like punching a wall in frustration — and breaking your hand. Everyone commiserates with your need for catharsis, and they feel so much pity for the cuckold that they spare you the truth, pointing out your own culpability, your own lack of control over your domain, your embarrassing failure of leadership. Because that would be piling on to a sad little man’s sad little situation. Betas get out their frustrations after-the-fact because they have no appreciable power before- or during-the-fact.
Matt
In a marriage, it’s in your best interest to fight for assets and custody.
But this blog is more about bf/gf situation in a “ltr”, where there are no children nor big-daddy-state backed-up indentured servitude contract.
WTH, Matt, that absolutely displays no butt-hurt at all. CH is correct to correct you on this. That “payback” move described by Edward is almost the exact MO of what you were advocating above in your exchange with Kate (slam the door, etc…).
You’ve been advocating in this thread to simply close the door on GFs who cheat. Fair enough, that’s what this guy did. He just did it in a style that brought the woman to the cliff of “winning” in front of her friends while simultaneously losing disastrously. What he did was no doubt painful to her, and to be honest, mean (but in such a justified way (don’t cheat ladies, guys can be equally cruel)). But it in no way demonstrated a “butthurtedness” on the part of the boyfriend, he made a fast (although not without scars) break of the matter.
If you are accepting apprenticeships, I’d like in. I’ll just be with the day laborers until you need something further from me.
Pretty clever actually. Well thought out. Well executed. I ‘tip my hat’ to you for it.
Niiiiiiiiice.
Wow, fucking Evil Genius Move.
Another good option would be fucking one of her girlfriends, if you have a shot at it.
My only criticism is that, by not showing up, many hours of speculation by the crowd and would-be bride would have occurred as to the would-be groom getting hurt in an accident or some such thing.
For this to have been a real neutron bomb, the would-be queen and her court would have had to discover, during the event, the true reason for the no-show.
A royal messenger, replete with fanfare horns… or some such thing… appear to make the grand announcement as to the reason for the intended groom’s absence.
Or he could have been seen walking by the event with an HB10. An escort if a free one was not available.
It doesn’t happen like it happens in the movies.
This thread is the Fifty Shades of Grey for powerless fantasizers.
Regardless, I’m working on the treatment as we speak.
You mean like a singing telegram?
You just won the internet. Wow.
But since she was cheating on you, didn’t this trigger some kind of “impending doom” reaction in her? I mean, you’ve just put cheating in match play against marriage. And if she was cheating, she’s probably not thinking marriage, and by proposing you are, in a way, DLV-ing yourself.
Her options are: Get married and stop cheating, get married and keep on cheating, say no to the proposal. None of those is a ftw choice.
She showed up to this, too?
Still, given your options… this was an epic choice.
Nah, bro, he was never contemplating marriage with her. It was a head-fake, because she thought she was gonna win the ho-biathlon, in which she would get alpha fux and beta bucks. By creating the faux-proposal, she was leaning in to get a kiss to seal the beta bucks deal, and got an icy slap across the face. This move is definitely not DLV.
The beauty is, it takes very little effort to create this one. It’s completely communication-based, doesn’t destroy property or create physical injury, and there’s very little digital trail. It uses social capital (her friends) as leverage.
In a way, this exhibits a martial-artist’s key principle of reflecting the attacker’s energy against them. Her attack on the man’s SMV becomes a public evisceration of her value as a marriagable woman, presuming that her friends know about the infidelity as the reason for the no-show. That alone might be a good reason to break radio silence about an hour after you’re supposed to be there with a text to her, and maybe a few of her key BFFs that says “I know about the other guy.” Then, back to complete dark mode.
Haha that’s great. What were you doing while they were at this “party”?
I may be missing something here, but wouldn’t at least some of her friends have known she was cheating on him? If so, why would they plan a party knowing the whole thing would only end in awkwardness? How did he expect her to respond to his proposal? I’m not questioning the veracity of Edward Thatch’s story — I think it has the foundation for perfect revenge — I just couldn’t be certain, if I were in his shoes, that everything would unfold as I planned.
Look up “Guy breaks up with girlfriend over radio” on youtube.
She was set up thinking he was gonna propose.
Brutally delicious.
The need for revenge or to administer punishment to a cheater is weak beta sauce.
Walk away and don’t give her a second thought. Anything else would telegraph neediness.
Would you walk away from a guy who punched you in the gut for no reason?
Doubt it.
Not frying a cheating whore is White Knightery.
The only way to handle a cheating whore (as CH calls her) is PREVENTION – not letting it happen to you from the get-go. One way to keep the chances low is to select a quality girl, but I know this isn’t something most of you are going to listen to. Thus, if your girl is a whore, you got what you deserved. And the most pathetic thing is to contemplate revenge when your choices are to blame for her cheating on you.
Another way to keep the chances low is not to get into the following situations:
1. You’re a beta and you didn’t know how to game her. She slowly became disenchanted with you but you never noticed her skid. She has been looking at other men when you two are out in public, but you being the brain-dead beta you are, didn’t notice it. Hence, if she cheated on you, you deserved it for being the beta loser you are.
2. You gamed her initially but got lazy and now she lost interest in you. You realize the relationship is losing its zest but you’re still going through the motions as you’re too lazy to game her or drop her for a hotter version – before she takes matters into her own hands and cheats on you with someone who is much more thrilling than your lazy ass.
Bottom line, if your harlot cheats, you deserve it.
I love gloating!
Most guys today are not instructed on how to tell if a woman is a high cheating risk. Women lie and present false images of themselves, and then too, a guy can become fascinated with someone whose history he doesn’t know well enough to judge.
I don’t fault anyone for falling in love. I fault the person who’s dumb enough to harm someone who would have been with them to the end.
‘Bottom line, if your harlot cheats, you deserve it.’
lol, ya any guy who gets cheated on should just flagellate himself…;-)
Don’t try to reason with the hamster… especially the “it’s the guy’s fault” portion.
Well, I mean, if you can’t reason with it…how likely is it that your ‘revenge message’ will actually get processed as intended? It just seems likely that, accepting this irrationality as true, whatever your grand gesture is — no matter how skilfully executed — soon, the hamster will warp time and space to erase whatever nascent feeling of ‘being punished’ existed.
Well, it’s true! If you can’t keep her pussy loyal to you, then it’s your fault. You’re not tantalizing enough, or she met someone that she perceives is better. Notice, I said she perceives, as in reality he might not be worth two shits, but when those hormones are stirred, she sees Adonis. Therefore, your job as a man is to make sure her heart pounds only for you, period. So I doubt both of you, Greg the old “learned” man with experience, and Scary, the young “just out of his shell” guy have what it takes to figure this out. You still don’t understand women. A woman is what you make of her.
In the days of old, if a woman cheated, a man took it personal. He understood it had something to do with his worthiness as a man, and that’s why he used to get violent over it. Today, men call the cheating whore by her rightful name, fantasize about intricate revengeful acts that never materialize because they are impractical, and write a blog against all women as a result = male impotence.
Oh! How we’ve fallen.
I love gloating!
You’ve ruined what was a subtle point with your Team XX cheerleading.
The correct attitude is to assume full responsibility for the woman’s actions, as you say. But you draw from that solid advice the conclusion that men are responsible no matter how the woman behaves by the very nature of the dynamic. A man can only be responsible insofar as the woman acknowledges his leadership. You can’t charge a man with responsibility for an outcome while denying him the tools to effect that outcome. Just as the man can’t say, “Make me a sandwich,” without giving his homemaker the kitchen and the bread and the meat and the mayo.
And your silly “gloating” is a (childish) way of denying the man the tools to assume responsibility for her actions. If she fundamentally betrays his bond, she slipped the leash and is on her own. When she gets mauled by the bigger dogs, that’s not on her master. And no, the master does not have to perpetually prove his worthiness just as the girl doesn’t have to perpetually demonstrate her fidelity. That’s what vows and oaths and pledges are supposed to signify, and the rest is trust.
When you betray that trust you have usurped power and therefore assumed full culpability to yourself. You can’t then turn back and claim “You made me break my pledge!!!” No man is man enough to accomplish what you dream should be the minimum status to expect fidelity. The entire point of fidelity is to fill in the gaps between the moments of certain knowledge — when he is present to demonstrate/remind the woman why she pledged to him in the first place. That mentality offers too convenient an excuse for the woman to pass the buck when she lapses, which under hypergamy is an eternal temptation.
Put it this way. I can guarantee your fidelity by chaining you to the basement wall. If you want freedom of movement you must strive to demonstrate a basis for trust in return. A girl programmed to think all of her free actions can be attributed to her flighty notions of the man’s present alpha status is a woman who doesn’t deserve volition at all. Some of the more self-aware sluts know this about themselves, and they beg for bondage. But presuming you think you can handle responsible decision making outside of the presence of your master, you should be the last person to “gloat.”
That said, my gaze is the equivalent of iron shackles and you would quake at the very thought of betraying me. But that gift can’t be the operating expectation of all men. Just as you can’t have your independent income and expect us to get the check, you can’t feel free to whore yourself and expect us to beta-bend-over to take the blame. Betrayal can be evidence of a man’s weakness, sure, but it can just as easily be the evidence of female perfidy. Every circumstance has its unique mix. You are advocating the impossibility of female perfidy, which is only possible at the very zenith of manliness. Otherwise, applying that absurdity to average joes is the beginning of most modern cuckoldry.
Matt
Can’t you tell? I am exaggerating to excite the easily excitable? When I tell them it’s their damn fault she is cheating, how can I not gloat? LOL!! And, as I said before, I’m happy I don’t have such “problemas.” So gloat, I will!
And yes, you got it. A man is directly responsible for all his woman’s actions, as the head of their unit. But you say, how can he be responsible if she doesn’t acknowledge his leadership. Well duh? Of course she has to accept your leadership, hence don’t marry a woman who doesn’t. That was my first point – selecting a quality girl. In the absence of selecting a quality girl, you just have to game her hard, until you either get lazy gaming, or you tire of her and move on. But I don’t mean that you don’t have to game a quality girl as well. You do. Except, a quality girl will accept your leadership, will respect your masculinity, and has more scruples, which means she didn’t sleep around before she met you so she respects sex too, and she doesn’t engage in it with every passerby who flashes his peen in her direction. Sorry, I have to state the obvious sometimes.
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“If she fundamentally betrays his bond, she slipped the leash and is on her own. When she gets mauled by the bigger dogs, that’s not on her master.”
Which is why I said in another conversation a little below that the best way to punish such a slut is to use the J Paul Getty or whorefinder’s friend approach. Once she betrays her man, it’s all over and he’s not responsible from here out, but he was before she betrayed him and he also must ask why she betrayed him. Usually, he is to blame – if not wholly then partially – and it starts with the woman he selected.
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“And no, the master does not have to perpetually prove his worthiness just as the girl doesn’t have to perpetually demonstrate her fidelity. That’s what vows and oaths and pledges are supposed to signify, and the rest is trust.”
Did I say that? Not even close. Yes, trust – when you select the right girl. When you have a loose girl to begin with, expect the worse.
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“No man is man enough to accomplish what you dream should be the minimum status to expect fidelity…….That mentality offers too convenient an excuse for the woman to pass the buck when she lapses, which under hypergamy is an eternal temptation.”
I’m not attempting to pass the buck, just want men to assume responsibility for their shortcomings. If a woman cheats, ultimately it’s his fault. Either he selected the wrong female, or he can’t keep her from thinking about other men, and only gaming can ensure her mental fidelity. All cheating with the flesh begin with the mind of the woman. When you lost her mind, and it’s roaming in other directions of faraway fantasy, you’re not the object of her lust or her love. When you’re at the center of a woman’s sexual fantasy, you have her. You need not be some “man of her dreams” to be the center of her fantasy, a husband can be the center if he handles her right and becomes her “master,” as you say.
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“That said, my gaze is the equivalent of iron shackles and you would quake at the very thought of betraying me. But that gift can’t be the operating expectation of all men.”
Hahaha…….That’s the response I wanted to elicit. Now I am gloating even more
See, you know how to keep me from even thinking about it. So why other men can’t do the same? And if they don’t, then they’re to blame a woman of theirs is cheating.
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“Just as you can’t have your independent income and expect us to get the check, you can’t feel free to whore yourself and expect us to beta-bend-over to take the blame.”
Never thought of that; I’m not that kind a’ girl.
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“Betrayal can be evidence of a man’s weakness, sure, but it can just as easily be the evidence of female perfidy……Otherwise, applying that absurdity to average joes is the beginning of most modern cuckoldry.”
Duh! It’s always evidence of female perfidy, but that doesn’t take away the fact that it’s almost always brought about by male weakness. Accept that. And why shouldn’t I hold the average Joe to the highest standard. Letting him off the hook is tantamount to letting blacks off the hook for being stupider and we don’t think they can do better, so we give them affirmative action and send them to Harvard instead of holding them to the same standards as whites. No, there should be a male standard, and if you can’t measure up then you’re a beta loser who risks losing his woman to another – unless he steps up his game.
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On another note, welcome back. The place hasn’t been the same without you. Not enough contrarians and devil advocates operating here. Lots of sabres rattling await.
Your levity was missed too.
So do tell, how does it feel to give up sex for 40 days and 40 nights? Is depravation hard? Did you spend it in the desert? But what does Lent have to do with commenting on CH? Is CH considered sex? Or, maybe it’s too sex-related to the devout, eh?
On yet another note, Greg really missed you. He hardly commented in your absence, unless his presence was really warranted and he needed to set someone or something straight. He was waiting for you with an open…… You fill in the blank
Lol, seems like there’s nothing to figure out…it’s just turtles, turtles all the way down.
On a less surreal note, Matt’s insightful quotes have motivated me to read some Bill Shakespeare. It’s been pretty cool, so far.
See, you know how to keep me from even thinking about it. So why other men can’t do the same? And if they don’t, then they’re to blame a woman of theirs is cheating. …
[I]t’s almost always brought about by male weakness. Accept that. And why shouldn’t I hold the average Joe to the highest standard[?]
Other men can’t do the same because women aren’t children. They are, as Aristotle implied, something between children and men, a three-quarters being, just as men are between beast and God, a three-quarters angel. For the most part, most women have to assume some responsibility. You cannot ask every man to be strong or perceptive enough to master his woman’s hypergamy flawlessly, especially in the absence of any cultural support. She must be accountable for it on a basic level — at least until the day a healthy understanding of La Différence is recovered.
Why shouldn’t you “hold the average Joe to the highest standard”? You answer your own question — “average” expected to perform “highest” is a formula for built-in failure. But through the blur of your crack-cocaine hamster vision these contradictions seem to be reconciled.
Again, as Scray notes, this is beyond your ken the more you think with your ovaries. Which is okay. It is a woman’s prerogative to blather. At the same time, it is the woman’s obligation to STFU when I raise my eyebrow. So blather and be obedient, or be silent when the men are talking and consign yourself to “a room of one’s own.”
So do tell, how does it feel to give up sex for 40 days and 40 nights? Is depravation hard? Did you spend it in the desert? But what does Lent have to do with commenting on CH? Is CH considered sex? Or, maybe it’s too sex-related to the devout, eh?
You too misunderstand lent. It is not all about abstinence. It is about breaking patterns and living in the desert for the perfect amount of time to convince you mentally, physically, and spiritually that you need none of the habits you imagine you cannot live apart from. Virtuous habits and vicious habits. The idea is spiritual boot camp, a clearing of the decks, a reset, and a conscious readjustment of priorities after a year’s drift.
It is said that Diogenes the Cynic … wore a rough woolen cloak, summer and winter, as his only garment, and ate all his food raw. His only utensil was a wooden bowl, out of which he drank.
One day, however, he saw a child drinking out of his hollow palm. Diogenes immediately threw away the bowl, saying he could do without luxury as well as the child; and he drank henceforth from his hand.
Lent is an inventory of the necessary and the frivolous, accomplished through the rejection of all worldly things, both good and bad.
Eat, pray, love? No. That is how you turn into a self-absorbed cunt. Fast, pray, give. You emerge on the other side strengthened for war.
Matt
Or, an work of art is worth a million words:
Diogenes casting away his bowl by Salvator Rosa.
gloating over what that guys figured out pussy gets old and they don’t want it anymore as much as the pussy wants their dick
Wrong dipshit. Smiling while taking it up the ass is omega.
Find out who the other guy is and contact him. At their next encounter pop out to her surprise and double team her
No. While most of the commenters on this blog seem adamant that MFM action is gay, I think there are times it’s acceptable, but this is not one of those times. The guy stole cookies from your cookie jar, and you respond by offering a banana split?
Confrontation or revenge on a woman is low beta behavior at best.
[CH: No. Low betas beg for forgiveness for sins committed by others. Lesser alphas explode in passionate rage. Super alphas with a psychopathic bent plot total mind destruction and dance on the psychic corpse.]
I mean, let’s start at the start…she doesn’t have the only one ever made. Fire and Forget? Sure, I just wouldn’t even bother to formally fire.
Consider J Paul Getty; when any woman would even suggest she might leave him for another man or if he would not comply with one of her dizzy demands. He would lean over and say,’… and I shall miss you when you are gone, my dear.’ That was the signal to the staff at Sutton Place, up until the next meal the house would be systematically locked behind her. After the next meal, whichever one it was she would find that all doors were in fact locked except a simple path to the front door. There a chauffeur would be waiting along with her luggage and once she left that door, it was permanently locked to her.
Sadly we can’t all have servants to take out the trash, but the concept remains illustrative in this pale age. Rather than waste another minute of this short life on that utterly replaceable skank, the gentleman in question ought contemplate his plans for training the next one. Verbal confrontations are worse than hamster feed, they’re hamster crack. A) You’ll never get rid of her that way, B) You’ve completely degraded yourself over yesterday’s news. Bad business all around. Few are pure Alpha 24/7, but we can all aspire and part of that aspiration is forward movement.
[It’s funny how many platitude pushers are appearing in this thread. Revenge is beta? Spoken like a shut-in who has no idea just how good and powerful expertly delivered vengeance feels. It’s why history teems with tales of super alphas slaking their thirst for revenge upon their betrayers.]
Sigh….thank God I don’t have problems like these, but I enjoy reading all your lively comments. Whorefinder commented about a friend of his who pretty much did the same thing as J Paul Getty. It’s an ingenious approach. Anytime you don’t let people see you sweat (and that includes women), you’re a winner. Without you batting an eyelash, telling some slut who thinks she has you by the balls that she can leave any time, is alpha power.
As a Dark Triad kind of guy, I’d have to fake emotion to play out any revenge fantasy as discussed here. The only thing I feel when I am cheerfully escorting someone to the door is a sense of power.
I don’t think there is a right answer here. There’s the revenge approach for those who have feelings and need to redeem them, and the cold Getty approach for those who have none. You can’t really have the joy of revenge if you were never attached or had feelings in the first place. Educating someone who thinks they can take advantage of you is another matter entirely – it’s a power high.
“… Verbal confrontations are worse than hamster feed, they’re hamster crack…. ”
I have learned that lesson the hard way.
The more I tried to discuss issues, the more irrational and bitchy she became.
Bitchyness can not be cured.
The day someone invents a pill that cures women from their bitchy hamsterization, the world will be a better place.
heck maybe men will stop killing each other
[…“Super alphas with a psychopathic bent plot total mind destruction and dance on the psychic corpse.”]
CH, consider this, once you waste your time plotting, you let her control you. It’s true, revenge feels good, but it’s only an urge. If you let the urge pass, true triumph over the bitch is to go on with your life and live well – hopefully with another woman – not to waste time remaining stationary for months as you plot her “mind destruction and dance on the psychic corpse.”
I think the best response is to do what both J Paul Getty and whorefinder’s friend did. They both sound like emotionally powerful guys with a no-nonsense approach, which destroyed their respective bitches just as much as what you’re suggesting, if not more, and without the time spent on contemplating their destruction. Ignoring someone with an emotional connection to you is more hurtful than dealing with them in any capacity, even hate. As you know, there is a fine line between love and hate. Often, the ones we love the most are the ones we also hate the most. If a bitch can illicit such a visceral response in you (even if you’re keeping your cool and not letting her see your hateful passion), then it means you still have feelings for her, and that’s the reason you even wasted time plotting her downfall. Maybe you should reconsider criticizing all of us who preach masculine silence instead of wasting time on cool plotting.
CH is on the money with this one. Who here wouldn’t consider Edmond Dantes alpha?
Who wouldn’t be impressed by The Count of Monte Cristo? Shakespeare and Nietzsche, Deuteronomy (32:33) and Romans (12:19). Covers the entire spectrum of genius and nobility. You can keep your Dumas children’s book.
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous….
– Richard III, I.i
I’ll translate. “I am deformed. I can’t be alpha. I have nothing better to do than contemplate my own omega resentments. And since I can’t be an alpha, I’ll be a be the best omega I can be. I’ve made elaborate plots to revenge myself on the beautiful people. Their existence wronged me.”
Insofar as resentment even occurs to you, you mark yourself as low class. Revenge seems like the only solution to those without the option of attaining the goods their superiors enjoy, which causes wholly misplaced ill-will. “The best revenge is a life well lived.” They then mask their low motives by claiming a need for justice. This is the foundation of the common moral sense:
[O]nly here can we find the true physiological cause of ressentiment, revenge, and things related to them, in a longing for some anaesthetic against pain through one’s emotions. People usually look for this cause, most incorrectly, in my opinion, in the defensive striking back, a merely reactive protective measure, a “reflex movement” in the event of some sudden damage and threat, of the sort a decapitated frog still makes in order to get rid of corrosive acid.
But the difference is fundamental: in one case, people want to prevent suffering further damage; in the other case, people want to deaden a tormenting, secret pain which is becoming unendurable by means of a more violent emotion of some kind and, for the moment at least, to drive it from their consciousness—for that they need some emotion, as unruly an emotion as possible, and, in order to stimulate that, they need the best pretext available. “Someone or other must be guilty of the fact that I am ill”—this sort of conclusion is characteristic of all sick people, all the more so if the real cause of their sense that they are sick, the physiological cause, remains hidden. …
Suffering people all have a horrible willingness and capacity for inventing pretexts for painful emotional feelings.
They enjoy even their suspicions, their brooding over bad actions and apparent damage.
They ransack the entrails of their past and present, looking for dark, dubious stories, in which they are free to feast on an agonizing suspicion and to get intoxicated on the poison of their own anger—they rip open the oldest wounds, they bleed themselves to death from long-healed scars, they turn friends, wives, children, and anyone else who is closest to them into criminals.
“I am suffering. Someone or other must be to blame for that”—that’s how every sick sheep thinks.
– Nietzsche, Genealogy of Morals, 3.15
I’ll translate. “I am wounded. Oh how I hurt. Everyone must know how I hurt. Someone must be to blame for my sad condition in life. I will teach them by making them hurt like me, and make it hurt even worse, even if I have to fabricate the pretext. I will keep every insignificant injustice in my life close to my heart until I can make someone pay for every last one of them, like a creditor seeking every penny back, plus interest and penalty.”
You can look up the scripture yourself.
Matt
Othello… now there was butthurtedness.
Well CH, I agree and disagree…heartily. You say ‘Betrayer’, if you are betrayed or cheated by another man, a business partner or an associate, Yes! absolutely they should pay, ideally in multiples. The only two things experience has suggested to me is to contemplate it enough to make sure you have done it to the absolute hilt, and, get away with it.
As for women, while essentially human they certainly are not really capable of grasping what men mean by loyalty or any tangible unit cohesion in the first place. You remind of the guy whose dog gets loose and craps all over the floor and gets into the trash and his solution is to shoot them. They know real well you don’t like that kind of thing at all. But they have about as much idea of the Right or Wrong of it as the floor itself. It’s an unconscious act by a semi conscious being with what might diplomatically be described as a time sensitive attention span. You won’t teach the dog anything with a .45 and you won’t teach the woman anything with any known implement, if history is any guide.
Besides, they thrive on drama, and nothing is quite like relationship drama. They guzzle it, cut it up into lines snorting it until ‘Scarface’ looks like a frat boy. They wallow in it, and worst of all, usually take it as some kind of incitement or proof of affection. A calm ‘Pack your shit and GO’ is what they have abundantly demonstrated they are worth in terms of any more time or thought.
Revenge? Well, there is the Nicky Scarfo School of revenge wherein he once shot a horse for running him into a branch. I have no problem with revenge and heartily endorse it, circumstantially. I would simply prefer to target a sentient being. He won’t forget it, and when word gets out it will have the desired effect.
Heartiste you’re a genius. The HIV phonecall sounds like a great way to find out if your girlfriend’s cheating if you’re not sure but have a suspect.
Love the STD whore breakup stories. I have one, too. Was dating this chick for almost a year and was living with her. Thought she was solid long term material: feminine, cooked, knew when to shut up, generally caring.. I saw some slutty signs (most of which were in the Heartiste “How to tell if your girl is a slut” post), but chose to ignore them because the good stuff was just too good at the time. She had dated some black dudes before we met (university students) that I had known about, but at the time I was an empathetic, liberal beta and didn’t see a problem with that.
We were having a rough patch and i was distant for a week. She decides to cook an elaborate dinner for me one night with a mutual friend. During dinner, she mentions how she was planning to go to Africa that summer and have a lot of sex. She also mentioned, in passing, some random dudes she had sex with during her last trip to Africa. This was all in the company of our mutual friend.
I held my tongue. She was looking for a reaction from me out of the corner of her eye. I didn’t give her one. The next day she was flirty as hell and I was cold as ice. Done.
Started packing my stuff the next day and was out as soon as I found my own place. Radio silence thereafter. I could of had some fun with it, but she dug her own grave: Our mutual friend was in her professional circle, and I’m sure the word got out, as women aren’t known for having well behaved tongues when it comes to other women’s personal failings.
She had dated some black dudes before we met (university students) that I had known about, but at the time I was an empathetic, liberal beta and didn’t see a problem with that.
—I just want everyone (especially thwack and Sweetheart Jason) to note this: we start off as chained to the leftist dogma about niggers, and then, slowly reality opens our eyes to the truth.
A worthless piece of gutter trash. Good for you, kicking her to the curb.
Those trips to Africa stories were just attention whoring. Drama in a bottle.
A rough patch? With comments like that, she was never yours to begin with. I knew a girl *just* like her, and those girls are slaves (heh) to their hypergamy.
Gwine ta Africka?
Wha, American negroes were too white for her?
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FWIW, you showed marked restraint at the dinner table… then again, a good meal is a good meal.
Right before I moved out, she mentioned something in passing..like, “Oh that trip to Africa, I’ll probably just do a lot of volunteer work”. She slut guilted herself without me saying a word about the issue. Of course by then it was too late and I checked out on every level.
Back in 2004 was seeing this girl, we’ll call her blondie. Heard through the grapevine she was banging this dude that I knew (had been banging him for years). One time she’s at my house for a few hours she left her phone in the car, she went to get it had 25 missed calls (private number was him).
I get enough info I contact him and he admits he’s banging her. I tell him the same so we meet up. Was around 2 pm we meet in a parking lot I get in the back of his tint window SUV he calls her she meets him comes in the SUV sees me in the back and panics.
Starts screaming and calling me a liar, psycho, stalker, creeper. I tell her that’s not nice admit it that your fucking me she wouldn’t. I give her once last chance to come clean but she’s yelling and screaming calling me a crazy obsessed liar so I tell him that she had it shaved like a triangle! She fucking flipped out RAN OUT OF CAR in streets of San Pedro ca. The guy now believed me 100 percent as she had just shaved it like a triangle that week. This was 9 years ago I was but 22 years old got caught in a mini triangle but I made sure the little slut would pay for what she did via humiliation.
Best part of all I hit it again in 2007 and once more after that for the lolz
I want to see this movie. Complete with the non-PC, soul-crushing victory of the man triumphing over his cheating slut GF.
In RE #1, my favorite thing to do is to leave ponytail holders in strategic locations. Bra, etc. too blatant. Biggest laugh I’ve hold is when my cat brought one into the bedroom in his mouth.
Her: “What the hell is that?”
Me.: “What?”
Her: “That isn’t one of my ponytail holders”
Me: (with sly incredulity) “I dunno where he finds this stuff. Maybe he brought it in from outside.”
After that, she doubled down on the sex.
Left one around the gearshift in my car once. That got quite a reaction and many questions to which no straight answers were had. But it unquestionably got me hotter sex. The little things do matter. Gaslighting is so much fun especially when it pays off in the boudouir.
I like this. Elegant and inexpensive. Bonuse points if you can train your cat to do that.
Move to the Middle east, convert to Islam, if she cheats on you they will stone her to death with the guy she cheated with.
Two birds killed with one stone ( pun intended obviously )
I wonder what is the percentage of unfaithful wives over there…anyone got numbers?
60% of married women cheat. 100% of paternity fraud is committed by women. As much as 30% of babies born don’t have the father the think they do. … and this is just from those who SUSPECT enough to get a test / or agree to one. The numbers are much higher. Count on it.
I think radio silence is the way to go for sure, but if you want to stick the knife in a little on the way out, invite her over to your place for a nice romantic dinner and don’t answer the door when she shows up (and then never talk to her again) or invite her out to meet you at nice restaurant or bar club, whatever, then don’t show and never talk to her again. Even better if it’s a dinner with friends (like another couple) so she is embarrassed in front of mutual acquaintances. If you really wanted to blaze a trail (and her parents live closeby) you could invite her and her parents out to dinner, tell her to meet you there b/c you have to work late. Never show and never talk to her again. Another option would be to just openly date another girl, or start talking to another girl, tell her you’re going on a date or out with some girl you met from work. When she flips, just act all innocent, say I’m sorry, I didn’t know we were exclusive (assuming you never told her you were exclusive). They key is the frame though, you have to maintain nonchalance and not show any bitterness or anger, just play dumb. But that’s harder to do, takes a lot of effort to hide the sarcastic, passive aggressive tone. The other problem is if you keep her around and fuck with her too mcuh she might snap and do some fucked up shit that could get you in trouble or break some of your shit. Or go Jodi Arias on your ass.
But again, the radio silence is probably the way I would go. Nothing gets the hamster spinning like lack of closure.
Just to add to this, anything where you leave her someplace, like going out to the movies and leaving halfway through the movie, midway through dinner, etc. Not only will this get her hamster going (thinking if you’re OK, wondering if something bad happened, etc), in a couple of days (after she’s rcv’d no texts, calls, or emails back from you) after she figures out that you’re OK from mutual friends or whatever, this will cause her to lose her shit.
Back in 2004 (when I was 22) was banging this girl, we’ll call her blondie. Was only a few weeks into it when I saw things that looked fishy. For example she would go dark for hours on end (big hint). One time she was at my place she “left her phone in her car” LOL went to go check it she had 25 missed calls (i went with her) and saw the calls. I then asked around about her and my friend told me his older cousin (whom I knew in the local community) was banging her. I got his number and spoke to him and he confirmed that he had been fucking her for years. I told him that I recently started hitting it and he was upset.
The next day me and him meet up in his area. I get in the back of his SUV (tint windows) he calls her she comes down to meet him and surprise surprise the greatest beta is in the back seat! She fucking flips out screaming “OMG this fucking loser is psycho he’s stalking me hes crazy he wont stop calling me” and tries to hamster spin this story that I’m a lunatic obsessed freak. At one point the cheating whore starts to convince him so I drop the nuclear bomb and say “last chance blondie tell the truth” she continues screaming “FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER BLA BLA” so tell him in front of her that she recently shaved her little muff like a triangle. He goes “OH SHIT HE IS FUCKING YOU” she freaks out and jumps out of the car.
We dont speak for years but me and the guy are cool. In 2006 after a break up I hit it a few times and also went back for hit and run in 2012 lolz funny shit. Apparently the guy is STILL fucking her from time to time she’s one of those recycle cock whores goes back to her core dudes. Recently she hooked up with some chunky dude but we all know she loves the good looking guys but none of them will ever commit to her due to all her reckless carouseling.
Its not really revenge as much as its a practical joke. Revenge means one was slighted in some way, but if someone has a harem and/or her cheating doesn’t bother him why not use the opportunity to have some fun. Yeah I see the merit of just walking away but I love to fuck with people too much. I knew my gf at the time was on the rag and had to work that night so I removed her stash of sanitary goods and small change from her car and purse and wouldn’t answer the phone. I knew she was cheating at the time and didn’t care because I was working 80 hours per week and needed sex and she was hot. The bottom line is if people mess with you you gotta mess with them back. The notion that doing the right thing and being the better person is the best way to be is a dead philosophy. Its really worked well for the United States…
“… The notion that doing the right thing and being the better person is the best way to be is a dead philosophy. Its really worked well for the United States……”
or for white males…
He man, I know its none of my business, but I think you could amp up your game by changing your name to “Canadian Feind”
{facepalm}
Canadian Rapist?
It is spelled fiend not feind
signed;
Canadian proof reader
Banging or pretending to bang another woman isn’t revenge, it’s feeding the hamster a big ol’ Texas-sized hamster pellet. And if you are you are unfortunate enough to be married to the women, it could be very costly.
Expose, shame, move on. In one day if possible.
There are some people on this thread cautioning against the use of social media and “hacking” as described. These people are absolutely correct. Here is a list of all the slags worth going to jail for:
However, if you have the requisite skill set, there are a couple of ways you can escalate step 3. First, place an advertisement on her behalf on Backpage, in the escorts section. Next, intercept all of the communication that results in a believable way (difficulty: high–mongers want to hear a chicks voice on the phone, as reassurance that they’re not being duped by a pimp or by LE). Finally, set up several appointments, staggered 30 minutes apart, with johns, preferably at her place, while you know she will be getting it from the other guy. Have a drink and watch the news while one of your other girls polishes your knob.
If you are a true hacker, have them both deported.
Pile on, and all slap each others’ backs. The heroic “honesty” of bad sportsmanship. You are icons of adventurism.
Way too many big words, bro. Needs more “alpha” and “beta.”
But don’t worry, I get you. There’s your consolation prize.
The best revenge is to make her feel panic, dread, anger. Let her log onto facebook one day and see that you are now ‘in a relationship’ with another girl. Let her jealousy switches fire faster than shit off of a shovel. Let her know she has been compared to another woman, and has come up inferior. Let her know she no longer has your attention, and that another girl now has your admiration. Not knowing why will drive her insane. Trigger those emotions of remorse, regret, embarrassment. Let her feel her face blush red as she realises what she is reading. Let it hit her harder than a Bas Rutten liver shot.
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I would suggest…
1. If (and that is a big IF) you can still stomach dealing with her and having sex with her, simply change her status to a ‘smash off’ and place in the ‘smash list’ category (i.e. fuck buddy).
Simply place her ‘on the team’. Do not tell her about her new change in status.
2. During this new phase, get her excited about future things, then disappoint her — then repeat, over and over. When she begins to ask “Why…?”, give her different reasons at different times, as she will then spend time and effort chasing down the reasons that you give her.
3. See this phase as a psychological experiment. You are the laboratory doctor and she is your rat. Take your time. Maintain grace, poise, and humor at all times.
4. Do not spend any more money on pleasuring her, unless it furthers your efforts. Her chasing her tail will be your entertainment (and will stimulate her mind as well).
5. Although this may sound like a lot of work, it is very effort and very low risk. Everything is done on your own time, whenever you have the time. DO NOT over-think or over-strategize any of this.
6. Then, when you finally find a girl that you care about, stop communicating with the original tramp girl — without warning. Never tell her why. The last words she should hear from you are, “I’ll call you back in a few minutes”.
Again…just a suggestion….
Point of Caution/Caveat: Do not attempt to play the ‘revenge game’ if you do not have the heart (e.g. you start apologizing and falling in love again) or time for it.
The greatest revenge would be destruction of her gravy train beta providers. Because behind every great whore is the financially cuckolded sap who is wasting money on her.
Here’s my take. Your best option is to cut her off, and seek a better girl. Life is short. You can’t waste it on empty revenge. Will any of that get you a better girl? No. Will it turn the cheater into a better girl? No. So its a waste of time — your entire being ought to be focused on getting ASAP a better girl. And a better one after that. And another one after that.
if you are in an ltr you should already have access to all her accounts and not need to hack he he he
A great post but Thatch’s comment has to be in the all time top 10.
Tell her you really enjoy what you have together, but that you need to break things off because you decided to marry your serious girlfriend.
The key is the difference between a try-hard, embarrass-yourself moment and embarrassing her.
The key is not to give her hamster juice, not to give her a chance to explain, and hit her where it hurts.
That’s why radio silence is best for men who WOULD BREAK if they tried a complicated plan.
But the master’s plans (and others mentioned here—-the fake out proposal party at a bar—awesome!) if executed right, will emotionally cripple her even more.
Some fat apologists on Facebook have been passing around this “study”. Suggestions as how to shoot holes in it welcome.
http://www.beautyredefined.net/the-lies-we-buy-defining-health-at-womens-expense/
Before I even got below the fold, I see that the takeaway is going to be that women spend $19 billion dollars a year on beauty. If the Fat Brigade would like to get their rolls in a bunch and blubber on about how this huge expense is the fruit of an oppressive patriarchy, let them. The 19 billion is far more proof than is necessary that they are only fooling themselves. Beauty is the priority for women because it is their most valuable asset, not because anyone held a gun to the head of human evolutionary history and forced beauty to be women’s most valuable asset.
Also, Fat Lard-Ass Bitches (F.L.A.B) will never get hot women on their side, if they keep calling hot supermodels “androgynous”. One class of woman gets paid huge gobs of money to be mostly and/or fully naked. Another class of woman just has huge gobs.
It seems to me that this exercise illustrates the eighth grade playground mentality that somehow demands retribution. An ALPHA is above all this. The quote that illustrates the appropriate course of action.
“Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.”
George Bernard Shaw
I’d add a little Shakespeare for those whose weak will compels vengeance:
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it were made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword
Richard III
[CH:
“If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?”
Will-I-Avon]
“…And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?”
Now that is how the CH names the Jew! Bardolatry style.
My advice is whatever you do, do SOMETHING. One of my big regrets in life was a time I did nothing… I had just turned 18. My gf dumped me for another guy after a 10 month relationship (a huge asshole who ended up hitting her). A couple months after that, still missing her, she came around and we fucked.
The next week I text her some random thing or another. He got hold of her phone and replied something along the lines of
“she’s with me now. don’t text her anymore. haha”
I always remember that “haha.”
Because I was pre red-pill, I thought this was my opportunity to show her what a nice guy I am and NOT reply to that telling him we’d banged the previous week and just complain to her later about what an asshole he is.
Six years later now, she’s a chubby, homely pig (Facebook) who the most I’d do with her is piss on her from a balcony…but despite this I still regret not having simply replied that I’d fucked her the previous week. Only time I felt I was really, fully beat by another man.
What happened to sleeping with all her friends, best friends, siblings and mother? Or is that post breakup?
“Use your perceived enemy (the person you hate/fear/want to punish/etc) to destroy your real enemy (your own ego). (by not doing what your ego wants you to do, showing your ego that it doesn’t have power over you)
If you can’t do it, then you’re not a free man. You are controlled.”
To clarify: I’m posting this clip to illustrate that my view on not punishing her has nothing to do with her. It’s not a secret way to get her to chase me again. It’s not a “drive her crazy with my radio silence” tactic. It’s not a way to get her to apologize. It’s not a way to make me feel better about what she did.
It has nothing to do with HER…it has everything to do with myself and challenging/confronting my own ego’s need to defend itself. It’s like choosing to eat healthy, or to work out, or to embarrass myself approaching a hot girl…these are internal decisions that I make for myself, and are not dependent on anyone else or related to anyone else’s actions.
This is the key to Internal Game.
this is a great point, but I submit the ultimate demonstration of ego control is not only having the ability to kill it, but fire up your ego in a directed way.
Killing it was step one for me, reengaging at will towards selected targets step two.
On/off, on/off
my $.02
The question to ask yourself is why that person is a target to you? Are you dishing out justice in your mind? What makes it justice to you? What makes you the one to dish it out? Do you get satisfaction out of it? If so, why?
When you go far enough down that rabbit-hole, you’ll come to the same place you were in before (controlled by your butt-hurt ego), but in a different form so you can’t immediately recognize it.
In that movie, when he’s at the point where he could kill the guy, even if he rationalizes it as “I’ve already mastered my ego, I’m choosing to do this”, ultimately his ego has just re-shaped itself and slipped in thru the back door because the end result is that he’s still doing what his ego wanted him to do (kill the guy to defend it).
This is similar to when someone gets big into “enlightenment” literature, and then they feel like they’ve destroyed their ego, it’s over, now they’re enlightened, not like those pathetic people who are still materialistic and stuff, the enlightened person is better than them…except all that’s happened is the ego has just snuck in thru the back door in the form of “I’m enlightened now” and created a new identity to defend.
The battle with your ego is never over. It’s always there. To win, you have to keep challenging it and shitting on it. When it tells you not to approach a girl because you might get shot down and embarrassed (creating an identity of being bad with women or a shy introvert who doesn’t “do that” etc), you approach that girl and shatter that identity.
When it tells you you’re so good that you don’t need to approach that girl because you could obviously get her because you’re such a player (creating an identity of being good with women, so good you no longer need to prove yourself or approach like those lesser guys do), you go make an ass out of yourself in front of her and try to get shot down to shatter that identity.
If you have justifiable reasons for fucking a chick over that can’t be traced back to what’s essentially “being butthurt”, cool, but if you dig deep enough you’ll probably find that’s not the case. Now if you can legitimately mentally move on and truly feel bad for her that she’s missed out on being a part of your life and truly wish her the best in life, against all your urges for revenge or justice or what other people will think of you for it etc, well, that’s pretty challenging to your ego…and that’s a good thing.
Quotable.
Bravo.
To me all this talk about ego is a waste of time. It is more modern day faggotry. Freud was wrong, one of the few things he got right was penis envy.
I’m old-fashion I believe in dealing with whats in front of me and not making up imaginary mental problems because I’m bored and have nothing better to do.
I always heard that the best revenge is living well.
Do whatever you like, it’s your life lol
This.
This clip is showing surrender as power. Undermine him, bide your time until your opponent is weak and you are strong. Then seems to go to know yourself and know your enemy.
See, YaReally? What was all that old arguing for? We share common ground in the end, if expressed in different languages. CAN YOU FEEL THE HARMONY, BROTHERS?
I’m old school.
1) Break-up
2) Break all contact
3) Start over like you were single the whole time.
I’m convinced this is, for yourself, the best way. Don’t hold a grudge, because this will lead to resentment. Just think of yourself as having made a mistake a partner selection, work through that shit to accept you made a mistake and start over with someone who’s a better fit and more loyal.
Harsher methods lead to negative energy which will eat away at your self-image.
I wish I could tell my revenge story. The beautiful thing is, I didn’t even plan it, it just played out that way. I burned with beta consuming rage for this bitch, and finally, after I had sincerely moved on, she laid herself bare for the sweetest blow ever, and it was her own whore logic that did herself in. She’s still smarting to this day, so I hear.
“she laid herself bare for the sweetest blow ever, and it was her own whore logic that did herself in”…..
Don’t have to tell the story, but at least tell about how it went down. Shadenfreude is so satisfying sometimes.
In this (and most) case(s) shadenfreude is a small and sad impulse, and to my view you guys should get over it/rise above it/move the fvck on.
From your posts, you are WAY too involved in the mental gymnastics of women, and still have the butthurt/voyeuristic hate on women you wish were yours.
If the woman in question shows herself to be a “whore”, decide if you’d like to give her a whore’s reward or no. If you wish to do so, do so, but recognize the sadness in it.
In either case, move on, because whores do not deserve the time of someone who’s time is valuable. Because… they are whores. You do them a favor by treating them poorly/with short shrift. Don’t be cruel or violent, as that would be beta. Just move on. After all, you DO have a super-kick-arse life to get back to, don’t you? “My time is valubal.”
∞
*schadenfreude
I remember running into my cheating ex a couple of years later and she had ballooned 40-50 lbs and I was dating a stripper. She said “have you been working out?” I said “no”.
Santa666,
Please do tell the revenge story.
The fake STD call is good. Combine that with angry emails from the other guy as if he is the one outing her as a dirty skank. Create a gmail account that uses parts of his name and proceed with the plan to out her with photos. She’ll turn on him, he’ll deny it and look like a bitch.
Arrange a date with cheating whore ™. Try to get her to drive.
Simultaneously, arrange a hot friend (who is a good actress) to show up at same venue.
Have hot friend give you a good eye-fucking, but not too obvious.
Fake pickup of hot friend.
Leave cheating whore and her car behind at venue. Leave with hot friend.
“Sorry, babe, I had to follow my heart.”
Go get drinks with hot friend. Try to bang.
The BEST revenge when your hole cheats….
—>> IS TO LET THE OTHER GUY KEEP HER.
The least amount of effort.
The most effective results.
I love this. The fella being cheated on is in a great position. When one of my ex’s cheated years back, I did not break up with her. I pretended like I believed her when she said ‘it was just a kiss’. What followed was a year of me cheating. Mostly it was with women I met at the bar. Over the course of the year, I was foolinng around on her like crazy, and she started getting crazier and crazier. She finally had enough when she discovored I was fucking a girl 17 years younger than her. This was the final blow for her. Last I saw her she was drunk as fuck on a street corner and she started shrieking at me when she saw me. Heh. I just kept walking.
LOL
“Last I saw her she was drunk as fuck on a street corner and she started shrieking at me when she saw me. Heh. I just kept walking.”
lozllozlozlzolozlzol
Just leave them without drama. It is petty to exact revenge. She is what she is. Better to find out now than later. When to leave is uncertain. If you are giving her any money or free rent, then of course immediately end the relationship. But, if you are just screwing her, why stop cold turkey? After all, this blog site is devoted in part to securing casual sex from strange women who certainly are screwing other men. Jealously shouldn’t be part of your mindset at this point. Start using a condom. You might find sex is more interesting in some ways at this point. Start to be more aggressive with her sexually and psychologically. Do stuff to her, stuff you wouldn’t do to a girl you respect and want to like you. At this point she is disposable. Have fun with her.
She has been exposing you to the risk of STD, so make sure you get tested after you dump her.
FR —>
Saturday:
So, I just spent one day recovering from the vacation. Apparently, the week before I left — I had forgotten about this — I sent Jessica6.5 a message about getting lunch after spring break, to which she responded ‘sounds good!’
I get back —
Me: ‘what you up to this weekend’
Her: ‘(long text detailing her hanging out wit a friend coming into town, hanging with some group tomorrow, then doing lots schoolwork/jobstuff)
Me: ‘wow, look at how popular u are, im sooo jelly. we should chill this week’
Her: ‘wouldn’t think of it that way, this week is busy bc I have to prepare for workprojectX Sat, maybe next week’
Me: ‘o hard to get, sounds good.’
Obviously, this is starting to become a bumpy introduction to the mechanics of texting/calling a girl and getting her to hang 1-on-1.
The next day I got invited out with another social circle, and I went. I get there fairly early because I will always try to get there early now, because hot girls arrive and leave early. Tan7.5 is a girl I’ve seen once or twice, and she’s hanging with Nice4.5 at the bar. It’s a warm approach, so it’s easy to just wander over and say ‘hey what’s up…’
After a few moments of chit-chat, I switch gears
Me: All right kiddos, let’s do a circuit and look around for everyone
(sure to kind of nudge Tan7.5 and Nice4.5 forward)
Tan7.5: Yeah that’s a good idea.
Me: Yeah, I know, I said it didn’t I.
Tan7.5: Oh, sorry, excuse me.
Me: Idiot.
Nice4.5 laughs, Tan7.5 gives one of those ‘excuuuuse me’ playful looks
So we walk around the bar, and then we stop somewhere for some reason (I forget), and Nice4.5 and Tan7.5 start talking. I, without a word, walk away. They find me soon enough, we start talking. There’s an old Mortal Kombat arcade game in this venue — weird. Anyway,
Me: Who wants to play some MK?
Nice4.5: Oh, I’m not really into that
Tan7.5: I’m REALLY into MK?
Me: Oh ya, we’ll see… (now I’m about to just come up with some sort of C/F question/answer routine to test knowledge of MK on the fly)
Tan7.5: Ya, we will see…I’m gonna kick your ass at it.
Nice4.5 laughs
Me: (Circuits fry for a second, but I recover…) BITCH, did you just challenge me to Mortal Kombat?
Tan7.5: Mmmmhm I’m the master…
(I walk away toward the game, they follow)
Me: Ya now buy me into the game
Tan7.5: You don’t have any quarters?
Me: Winners don’t need fucking quarters.
Tan7.5: Fine….
(she buys the game…
…
We start playing; I suck at it. What’s funny is that she sucks way harder. So, like, 30 seconds into play we just both start laughing)
Nice4.5: You guys are just mashing buttons
Me: I’m DVing the shit outta this bitch.
So, I win — and then I get stuck playing the game 1p, everyone lingers around me. Eventually Tan7.5 jumps in and we are like a team, playing the game together, I’m the joystick and she’s the buttons. I don’t want to be lingering there playing the game, esp now that some other people have arrived and are standing there by the game. Fast forward…
Friend is taking pictures, I’m near Tan7.5.
Me: Hey, take some pictures of us…
(I just use it as an excuse to tease her…like I flex pose, she flexes back, I put my butt out, she puts her butt out against mine…stupid shit like that)
Afterwards, Friend is like ‘that’s so genius, she was so into that….’
Then, LoudMouthFat and SuperTallChick show up and are all over Tan7.5. Neither of those two are particularly fond of me…then, TallGoodLooking1 and TallGoodLooking2 show up….apparently they’re in town and they know SuperTallChick. Shit….Tan7.5 just sorta…gravitates that way. I linger for a few seconds, talking to the guys. But I just don’t have the skill yet, so I just let it go.
Cashier5.5 is another friend’s roommate.
Me: Hey what’s up?
C5.5: Nothing much, just hanging out
Me: Ya, you seem like a wild one, dragging friend out on all sorts of adventures
C5.5: No way, she’s the crazy one
Me: We’ll see about that, you seem real down to earth…which why I know you’re into some shit
C5.5: No, I just work in a garage, so you know, I’m laid-back
Me:………because of all the sex?
C5.5: (laughs) No, because just…the guys say nasty things to me all the time, so whatever
Me: Okay, so you’re cool with me shitting on your neck. Got it
C5.5: (-doesn’t- laugh) That’s not what I said
Me: Okay you’re putting out a real negative vibe right now…like, I’m just into shitting on people’s necks right now, okay, liiiike, just fucking go with it man….it’s a natural thing (I’m like ‘yeaaaaaah kinda gross but eehhhhhhhhhh i’m here now’)
C5.5: (laughs) … what?
Me: Garages are for faggots. There, I said it.
C5.5: Mmmhm. Okay.
(Switch it up, talk to her friend for awhile, talk to Nice4.5, then back to her)
Me: Listen, earlier, when I called you a cum guzzling faggot…I didn’t mean it.
C5.5: You didn’t say that to me, I don’t think
Me: Oh…..I must have said it to someone else about you then.
C5.5: (Her eyes widen)
Me: Listen, I’m sorry. Really, I am.
C5.5: Yeah, I bet.
blah blah blah normal talk; so through the normal talk I’m like ‘y’know, this chick could just be a real low energy chill type….as opposed to just -doesn’t- like me.’ So, I decide to just go for it and get her number. Give her the phone and tell her to put her number in it. My goal now is to start getting the number fast. I really do not want what happened that one time to happen ever again.
Me: (hands her phone, she takes it) K give urself a silly last name. NO WAIT LET ME DO IT (puts in Cashier5.5 ‘Queen of the Hard Penis’ she laughs…in horror) yaaaaaaaa.
Sent her a text with my number. I’m done with her for the night.
Main event of the night….girl in town that I used to have a crush on in HS. Popular7. (there’s a history there…mostly of failed chances and opportunities).
Nightly is talking to Popular7 who has just arrived, and I walk up behind Hugetits6 and sort of ‘peek a boo’ into the group by grabbing her shoulders.
Nightly: Oh shit, Scray is here….the hottest most fucking awesome motherfucker that fucking walked the face of the fucking earth
Me:…and then I fucked it.
Popular7 is laughing
Nightly indicates Popular7: I’ve got this girl that I want you to meet
Me: (starts sort of dancing to the music in the venue) Oh jaa, is she married? Because I only talk to the marrieeed ones
Popular7: No, I’m not….
Me: (stops dancing, Nightly and Hugetits strategically leave) Well…..(takes a long breath) awkward, cause then I’m sort of out of your league.
Popular7 laughs…
…downshift, normal talk, how are you, blah blah blah blah
Me:…first girl I kissed is now a porn star (that’s actually true)
Popular7: Oh man, I always love it when people I know are porn stars
Me: Yeah but I kissed mine
Popular7: Yeah I know, but…
Me: Do you just go around lesbo kissing porn stars?
Popular7: Ya, totally that’s what I do
Me: Yeah I bet you do you FUCKING SLUT
Popular7: (startled laughter) Oh my god….
Me: You know, like the John Mayer song…..Fucking Slut
Popular7: You know, fucking John Mayer…I mean, sometimes I listen to him and I’m like ‘he’s cool,’ but mostly I’m just like ‘maaaaaaybe he’s just gay.’
Me: (busts out laughing….)
downshift for a few minutes
Me: So you went to college and played softball huh?
Popular7: Yeah
Me: I went to college and played softball too, a — – (I’m about to say, only I played softball better than you)
Popular7: (touches my shoulder to get my attention) Wait, you went to college and played with soft balls? I had no idea.
Me: (I burst out laughing…it’s legit funny to me, I put my hands on my hips and we’re both laughing)
Popular7: You gotta give me credit for that one.
Me: Yeah, all right. You’re funny, and I like that.
Anyway, these types of interactions just lead me to believe that she’s, at the very least, attracted to me. So about 20 minutes into our interaction (ya, I got her number during that time, who cares, she lives in a different state and was only here for a day) …
Popular7: Is there anyone else even worth talking to here?
Me: (Scray think of how to isolate, get her out of here ASAP, there are other people here…she’s cool, she’s hot, she’s popular, everyone will be on her dick…isolateisolateisolateisolate…)
Half hesitation, half unable to think of a way to put the idea across because….oh yeah, I haven’t really done that before. So 5 minutes later, all the friends find her and LoudMouthFat literally grabs her away and pulls her into the group. Naturally, a ring forms around her and she’s showered with intense adulation and praise.
…
We’re talking like…nth level.
…
I don’t give it up yet, though. How else to learn but to just, keep at it?
I finally manage to arrange to walk her to her car cause she’s leaving (we’re parked fairly close) We get outside the venue, we’re walking, and then…motherfucker, another two guys I know see her and immediately swoop in. I’m mentally like ‘goddammit….FUCK.’ And while I could stay longer, I’m just like ‘gotta throw in the towel,’ and leave.
Then again, could have misread the situation….
Texted her about when she was leaving, she gave me a long Happy Easter text and said she was spending it with her fam and leaving that night, then I texted her some stupid shit about that being sad…..no response.
Been texting that 5.5….
I’m not that invested, but I know I’m not doing that well. Got her to agree to meet up this Friday for drinks, but her replies are pretty short…like ‘lol hahahaha’ type of shit. My plan is to actually just not text her any more and only meet her if she pursues it….cause, let’s be honest….if she’s gonna be difficult, she isn’t worth it. I could get a night of cold approaching new girls in instead.
Oh, and….the interactions with Cute7 at school have just, idk…..they’ve lost something. I can’t figure out what happened. Like, one day I got gum and was chewing with my mouth closed, and she acted all offended/weird about it. Then, I dunno….now she’s more abrupt about everything. I never even texted her, lol. Ah well, fuck it.
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The girl I want is Tan7.5….I want to be with another hot girl lol. Of course, added and messaged her on FB (ya just a hey, what’s up)….no answer. Fuck, man. I’m starting to think attraction is a strange animal. Like, I used to think that anything short of that look YaReally talks about…the DDB look…wasn’t attraction. Now, I kinda think that, in all the situations above, I sparked some sort of attraction….but you just always have to be escalating. It’s really just like blowing on a fire.
But, to the normal world, these things are not ‘attraction.’ I mean….like, why would a girl talk to a guy one on one for twenty minutes, in a non-emotional tampon way, if she wasn’t attracted?
Anyway, my inner game is doing great, at least…ever since banging that one girl. I’m just pumped 100% of the time now. Reference experiences are very helpful lol
“Like, I used to think that anything short of that look YaReally talks about…the DDB look…wasn’t attraction. Now, I kinda think that, in all the situations above, I sparked some sort of attraction….but you just always have to be escalating. It’s really just like blowing on a fire.”
This. DDB is when the girl is mind-blown by your awesomeness and adores you like you’re the greatest thing she’s ever seen in her life. It’s when the attraction is so high that you can do no wrong, you probably won’t get LMR, she’ll help you fuck her, etc…
But it’s not the point where the attraction STARTS. DDB isn’t in every set and you don’t need it to escalate or have sex with her, it’s just a really solid indicator that you have a 100% green light. Like you don’t need a touchdown run to win a football game, you can win it other ways, but when you have the ball and realize there’s nothing standing between you and the end zone, you fucking BOOK it (also I don’t know anything about football lol).
From Roger Dodger:
“All right. Here we go. Get this straight. Sex is everywhere, okay? It is all around us. It’s not some distant destination. It’s not Everest. It is right here. You have to attune yourself to it. You have to bring yourself into alignment. You have to find the zone, Nick. Okay? Do that, and I promise you a whole world will open up. Look at me. I walk around in a state of total receptivity. I’m like a fucking lightning rod.”
Normal people have NO idea how attraction works. They don’t understand that the girl helping you control your Mortal Kombat character means something. They don’t understand that the girl taking bum photos with you means something. They don’t understand that the girl trying to make you laugh means something. They don’t understand that a girl willingly letting herself be isolated with you means something. They don’t understand that when she stands near you, that’s not an ACCIDENT. When she orders a drink beside you at the bar when the rest of the bar is free, that’s a neon sign saying “hey, I want to fuck you!”
We’re conditioned by our Disney society to believe that attraction is this big thing, this big gesture, this huge monumental event, this Mount Everest, so guys talk themselves out of believing a girl (especially a hot one) could be attracted to them because they’re waiting for that a huge signal to magically happen…but the reality is that attraction is all around us, in subtle little details. Be attune to that, like a lightning rod of receptivity. This is the basis of the concept of “assume attraction”.
It’s why I can’t get every girl, no one can…BUT, I have methods to test for that little spark, and if I find that little spark I have the tools to fan it into a flame and then where other guys let it die down because it’s not a big enough fire (or they suck and let it die, then wonder why they have to start over when they txt the girl the next day), I have the skills to feed that fire until it becomes a raging brushfire and she’s gone DDB.
Good FR, I’ll break it down, and the vacation one, this week when I get some free time!
Ya, I’m getting more patient with this too. It just seems like there isn’t any shortcut to making yourself into a high value, awesome person
I used to get kind of down on myself because there are a lot of guys who have it much easier because of natural personality traits/looks, but now — and I wonder if this is how you feel — I’m starting to reframe the entire situation. I’m -earning- whatever I get. I feel like a guy that no one expects to get with hot girls or have the balls to approach hot girls or whatever, generates way more interest than the people who are expected to do those things.
watch 30 for 30 broke
alphas that can’t keep a bitch without loot
make you appreciate what you get more
Heartiste i love your blog but this is too much effort and there is a high chance he will get caught with the lies and end up looking like a fool.
However importantly the inability to protect a girl’s reputation will fuck up his next LTR because she can never trust him to protect her reputation. She will never feel like she ‘can be herself’ around him. Hence it’s important a gentleman never tells.
If I were in his shoes I’ll just apologise to her that she had to cheat.
Tell I never really loved her and she must have picked it up, hence she cheated, looking for love. Wish her good luck and all the best and apologise again. NEVER say why he ‘didn’t love her’
She will question every good thing he ever did for her, any hug but importantly she will want closure as to why he didn’t love her.
Girls can’t handle rejection, especially from a guy they thought would never leave her.
She will do anything for you to love her, and that’s revenge!!
John Doe
That last paragraph = 100% spot on. Currently going through the exact scenario with a girl I was seeing every weekend whilst I lived in the US last year.
To know they be hanging on your every word, even though you know you don’t really give a shit, does ironically give a sense of satisfaction.
I’d do like my gravatar Sherman did back in the day.
Scorched earth.
And the best way to do that is to consider her dead. No contact, no acknowledgement, don’t give her an in at all. The most valuable thing to a woman is a masculine heart…I’m taking it away and never giving it back.
Sigh….. so much wasted effort just for revenge.
Whats the fucking point? A drama shitstorm and a little self ego prop are really worth all the time, effort, and negative feelings that are sure to accompany your 4 step plan.
Have your friend tell her directly to her face that she’s a disloyal whore cunt, not worthy of his commitment even in the slightest. Then walk. How fucking hard is that?
If a girl cheats on you it is because of one reason: you haven’t fucked her good enough. I don’t care if she’s a new fling, girlfriend, or wife…fuck them like a whore all the time and they will love you and respect you for it.
I tend to agree.
Slang-
It’s not a four-step plan.
It is four varying types of options depending on how twisted the guys is, and how much effort he seeks to invest.
and then there will be those, like gunslingergregi…
”””’beat her at about half the power you would a dude””””’
…who advocate more extreme measures of retaliation which make a mockery of sensibility.
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I got quoted watch out
ya can even ask her permission or give her the choice of the beating or never seeing you again
only time I got cheated on that I know of was first wife but she still deny it to this day and she wasent having sex with me at time and she disappeared for a year or so off the map
nah, she wasn’t cheating on you, she was just finding herself
Hmm.. I am left wondering why all the drama/detailed “what you do next” directives.
You are the Alpha. You are the prize. You have abundance. She is one of many. She fvcked up. Therefore, her punishment is to no longer be with you. There is no further punishment required. Make it clear that she fvcked up, and make it clear that she has no way to redeem herself, and go on and live your life.
OK, she’s hot… whatever. If you are still swayed by that, you aren’t really running your own show. Sorry.
What you SHOULD be focusing on is that she’s FECKLESS. Life is short in its way, and feckless people need to be turned out into the cold as quickly as poss, for both your sakes. Everybody’s a winner when you act as you should and turn her out into the snow.
∞
Reading comprehension, meng. Get some.
Uh-ho negro lovers: steve Sailer is once again showing the dark race to be ultra violent, despite your attempts to lie and cover it up:
http://takimag.com/article/guns_and_race_steve_sailer/print#ixzz2PN0swjsZ
Race equalists: pwned.
what if the woman is attracted to ultr violent men?
On June 10, 2009, CTV News received a phone call from a tearful Lindhout who seemed to be reading a statement: “My name is Amanda Lindhout and I am a Canadian citizen and I’ve been held hostage by gunmen in Somalia for nearly 10 months. I’m in a desperate situation. I’m being kept in a dark, windowless, room in chains without any clean drinking water and little or no food. I’ve been very sick for months without any medicine…. I love my country and want to live to see it again. Without food or medicine, I will die here.”[12
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amanda_Lindhout
If no one stops them, in a couple of years liberals will make it illegal to post these facts.
As mentioned in the article the Obama administration has already begun to make some of those facts magically vanish. I am not surprised. Some of us had predicted such things years ago.
Eventually it will be impossible to not only find but post race facts on the internet.
If no one stops the liberals, it will get worse, much worse,
it may take 10 or 20 years but it will happen if no one stops the liberals.
in case you haven’t seen this article, it’s a tragedy that women can just ruin men’s lives without any penalties, something has to be done.
http://espn.go.com/nfl/story/_/id/9128819/atlanta-falcons-sign-exonerated-brian-banks
A very tragic story indeed. Her lies robbed him of his most productive years and he suffered in ways that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares. I wish him all the best.
She should be in jail for what she did.
I am not kidding.
crabrevenge.com
if you want to be extra evil…
The Last Psychiatrist on Sheryl Sandberg and feminism’s ultimate goal: a multivariate corporation of single moms. thelastpsychiatrist.com/2013/03”””””’
that shit was pretty enlightening
Update: Advice from the host and guests of this esteemed blog is proving to be spot-on, as always.
He went ghost as suggested, though he placed a few calls to HIS closest friends to prevent any sympathy-attention-whoring on her part.
She’s apparently freaking out. I would have never understood *why* before I became un étudiant du Château. Now it’s perfectly clear how the dick in her mouth is suddenly way less important than the dick she gave up. Armed with labels and explanations for everything the clarity is, uh, entertaining anyway.
As I’ve come to understand hypergamy and the Id Monster as purely natural I find that I’m less perturbed by the behavior that comes from it. I do wonder, however, what the Regret Insulation Rating of the Hamster is… whether it truly is R-90000 and his xGF is wholly oblivious to the serial wreckage that is her past, or if sometimes her poor little furry creature sometimes cries out in its sleep.
if he really wants to fuck with her have her over house and don’t fuck then go ghost again he he he
Back in high school, a girlfriend of a few months decided that she would go out for a movie with and end up kissing another guy. I didn’t really know the guy but I did have witnesses to what went down.
Every morning before school, we’d meet up for breakfast in the cafeteria and finish up homework or just goof off. She loved this part of our relationship, since it provided the predictability she craved on some level.
I was on good terms with an ex who was the undisputed school hottie. I told her the situation and she agreed to take my GF’s spot at the breakfast table that Monday morning. My GF walked in, looked confused for a second, moved closer (apparently thinking me and Hottie were just chatting for a second), and then I said “hey, morning sweetheart, Hottie and I caught the same bus and I was really hungry when I got here, so we went ahead and had breakfast. I have to run to do something, but Hottie is a slow eater and will be here for a minute. Don’t want you to be alone, so how about you guys catch up!”
Hottie, on cue, called me a tool for calling her a slow eater. I called jokingly called her a bitch back (“and you know I have a GF!”) and she laughed a flirty laugh. I got on with my day. Then she engaged my GF in a few minutes of soul-crushing conversation about how lucky my GF was to have me.
Within 24 hours, my virginal GF was asking when we could screw. And when the guy who she kissed walked up to her at lunch later that day, she told him to screw off and called him a “loser” to those present (i.e. the “popular girls”). Just goes to show that good plans can have good results.
And that beta she kissed grew up to be Dylan Klebold.
Well, he was busted for selling pot senior year. Without any job prospects due to his record, his dad let him work at the family restaurant. A few years later, it was front page news that the restaurant was being sued because of alleged unwanted advances he was making on co-workers. I never gave him the slightest thought and only know these few facts because they were well publicized.
It always strikes me that things turned out so well without me ever calling out her cheating, confronting him, or otherwise really engaging. Neither ever knew that I knew about what happened. All I needed was the help of a good friend to help me get my GF’s hamster going.
My takeaway was that the direct approach is rarely the best one.
Get her to do a three-some or gang bang. Record it. Pimp her out, and make some money, then dump her.
If he’s done with her, mebbe he should pretend to have a cuckold fetish and try to hook her up with one of his buddies and say he wants to watch. Just have his buddy show up sometime and tell her “hey, you seem like the kind of girl….”
Worth it for the shits & giggles, and who knows, might get some action out of it, ya neva know.
I wonder how many other commentors have fwd’d this little precious article, titled “This Week in Epic Beta Male Faggotry”:
http://takimag.com/article/this_week_in_epic_beta_male_faggotry_kathy_shaidle#axzz2PQiH5Iyo
read it, and then consider what your weight lifting number is (and use the press, not the bench press).
I have to agree with some of the dudes here…. celebrities are similar to women: There is no “bad” publicity. Similarly, there is no “bad’ attention. Bad attention is better than no attention…..
So I am sure she would hamsterize all you did as being “obsessed with her” or “creepy” or a bitch. Bitter is always beta.
If think about what would hurt me the most…it would be to be totally dropped and replaced. With no explanation, just start dating other women, bringing them home, and just ignore the gf. If you must have closure, answer one of her texts: “LOL I don’t date ratchets”- then block her from FB and your phone, and all other aspects of your life. It would haunt her.
Yeah, being able to successfully shame a woman through action would be very, very difficult. Anything we can’t explain away ourselves when it comes to the way a man treats us, our girlfriends sure as hell can.
Silence. Beautiful.
Get an eye dropper. Make a 50-50 solution of powdered pool chlorine and water. Place a dozen droplets on the crotch of each pair of her white underwear. When she complains of red spots, tell her there’s only one thing that causes that. Crabs, or pick a social disease. “But there’s no way you could’ve caught that, honey. I’ve always been faithful to you.”
Tell her you need to retrieve something from her car. Lift up her back seat and take a shit.
YaReally game?
As an extra for Well Poisoning you should intimate that whore girlfriend has been fucking her whore enabling friends husbands/partners/boyfriends. Even if they don’t believe it (publicly), the seed of doubt will be sown and as they already know she is a low slut they will start to avoid her. Her friends wiping her like a dirty arse will be a joy to behold.
This is really a lot simpler than its made out to be here. Just fuck all her cute friends. Blatantly. Make no effort to cover it up, but don’t confront her about it either. Keep it going as long as you can. Make videos, leave the files on your desktop or minimally hidden. You will not only get more variety for yourself, but you’ll wreck her support network also.
You could tell her, like casually via an IM, “oh my, I think I won the lottery”, and then disappear (I mean like go on vacation for a week or something) in perfect radio silence. YMMV.
If you’re busy, you’ve truly gotten past your ego, but still recognize bad actions do need punishing,
Could you just do a short email blast to: 1)your bros 2)her gfs you’re friendly with and 3)her mom saying:
“Just found out now Sally’s been cheating. How long have you known?
Oh well; thought this one was special. Gotta run across town & cancel Switzerland & Tiffany’s surprises (and obvs the family plans). Later.”
And then just go Radio-Silent+New Girl from there w/ everyone except your bros?
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I mean, turn the other cheek;
and soon you’ll have a broken jaw.
The Victorians were right about women and the need to restrain unhinged-idbender hypergamy.
As long as you check in with yourself that Yes, you could just go radio-silent and feel no different, I see no downside into hypergamy-shaming.
Without people [men] taking up that banner again, even if just for the Collective good, and not self-gratification, things will only get worse in-proportion to the increasing Velocity of Pussy.
Many moons ago i discovered a girlfriend had cheated on me, partially this is what drove me full force into re-pill alpha world. I didn’t let her know i found out. I ignored her for a day or two and next time she came over, I urgently directed her towards the bed and proceeded to give it to her raw dog, cave man style from behind. After depositing my seed(i was dumb but knew for a fact she was on the pill) I quickly withdrew and left the room to make myself a sandwich and watch tv without saying a word or giving her any kind of attention whatsoever. As i left the room i glanced at her and saw her with her face down in the blanket, ass up, with my man juice dripping from her red bum. Not 5 minutes later she starts crying violently and admits everything to me while I sat there with a slight grin on my face
Silly whore, i immediately broke up with her. Looking back, knowing what I know now I am truly amazed that she didn’t conjure up some massive BS from the law or some other white knight
What about instead of kicking her out immediately, ask for, or rather decree a break. Of course without the intent of ever coming back to her.
She will still have hope for closure, or “rekindling” the bullshit relationship.
But I wouldn’t know. Never been cheated on. Fact. Feelsgoodman.
Stereotypical Hollywood movie:
Man gets accepted to a nice position of power. Evil man upsets him and banishes him. Man works on his game out in the wilderness / desert. Hero returns, exacts revenge, and becomes more powerful and respected than ever.
See: karate kid, lion king, prince of persia, josey wales, lord of the rings, shooter, man on fire, jason bourne, etc
Vengeance is THE force that propels men and their fantasies.
(Stereotypical womens hollywood movie: women gets close to a nice powerful man. Man ignores her. Woman works on her girl game-shopping, makeup, etc. Heroine returns and is more beautiful than ever. Powerful man falls for her. Same script more or less.)
“Hate is more useful than despair.”
– Terminator, who has detailed files on human psychology
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How to really make her hurt. Mind you, this will work only if she was really into you:
1. Propose marriage. She accepts. Take her shopping for a ring. Don’t buy it, just go shopping, let her pick one, then insist that your woman, being so good and loyal, deserves something special, and pick out a bigger one for her. Say even that’s not good enough, let’s go looking at better jewelry stores later this week. Then, let her babble on about the wedding she’s planning. Basically, give her that emotional high that a woman worthy of marriage would get from her man.
2. Wait a week. Long enough for all her friends and family to hear the good news and listen to her babbling on about her wedding plans. Girlfriend will be telling everybody what a great guy you are. This is important. Friends and family will be working with her to plan the big event. If she becomes a bridezilla and starts pissing them off, all the better. Encourage this behavior, if you can.
3. After everyone’s heard the good news and listened to her go on about what a great guy you are and how she’s SO happy and they are putting some time and effort into planning, confide in her most loudmouthed friend you just found out girlfriend has been cheating on you. Bonus points if you have pictures. Act like it’s a surprise. Ask if this normal, does she cheat on everybody? Act mildly indignant, as in, how could she accept my proposal when she’s banging this other guy? Have I ever done anything to her? Acknowledge you would have never proposed if you’d known she was a cheating whore. Walk away when loudmouth friend asks what you will do about this.
4. Show up at her parents’ house a few minutes later. Tell them you just found out their daughter is cheating on you. If you have pictures, don’t show them to the parents. Just say you have photo evidence that you shared with best friend. Acknowledge you would have never proposed if you’d known she was a cheating whore. Walk away when they ask what you will do.
5. Call girlfriend. Tell her the wedding’s off because she’s a nasty, cheating whore unworthy of a good man’s love. Say this as calmly as possible. Hang up immediately. Don’t mention you’ve told her friends and family. Let her find that out on her own.
6. Radio silence. As in, you go away for a few days and don’t answer any calls. Do whatever you want, have fun, just don’t answer any calls. Make sure you have a few witnesses that you were out of town, or in the strip club the whole time or whatever in case ex-girlfriend tries to make up false stories about you threatening her. Hell, bring your best bros along for the ride if it will make you feel better.
7. Come back, resume old life, minus ex-girlfriend. Delete her from your life. Bonus points if you already have a new girlfriend.
Basically, this plan not only makes her face the consequences of her actions–an important part of growing up that’s lacking from the lives of most girls these days–it builds up the joy she would have deserved if she was a loyal woman, then sends her crashing when she faces the consequences of not being one. It also prevents her from basking in sympathy from her friends and family. The days of radio silence will send her (as well as all her girlfriends’ ) hamster(s) spinning around the moon.
Of course, this works ONLY if you know she will accept the proposal.
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I’m just going to leave this here.
that shit was good as fuck what I been saying like who do we have to look up to as an example when all these successful dudes getting bent over and fucked
watching 30 for 30 broke bout the professional sports player and how 60 percent are broke after two years out of league and how 60 percent marriages fail and it make me feel pretty fucking good bout what I get out of my bitches I know that
In Shakespeare’s time they wrote tragedies where everybody died.
But a modern tragedy ends with the main character suffering a living hell – far worse.
Is it fair a fair summary to say that denying someone closure is the worst (relationship) thing you can do to them? Because that’s a nice simple rule to work with if you’re pondering Vengeance Options.
If you have women on a pedestal as the ultimate pursuit of man, then yes, you should fry her ass well for climbing down and anally assaulting you.
Why do anything? As long as she’s spreading her legs when you want her to, she owe me nothing more – of course the flip side to that is that I’m banging other sweet young things as well. I just tend to use the ones like her a bit harder, and be sure she satisfies my every need.
I’m not greedy – as long as she’s there when I want and need her, when I’m not using her, she can play whatever games she wants. Actually, I encourage women to keep looking for “the right guy” since she is a convenience, one that I avail myself of often.
Omega male: http://paleyoungmen.wordpress.com