Things I Learned at Starbucks: 1
I frequently go to Starbucks, and over the years have overheard many conversations between women and between women and men. Based on these overheard conversations, I have reached some conclusions.
1. Women cheat… a lot!
Almost every single conversation between non-senile women involves how they cheated, how they are going to cheat or how someone close to them cheated. It is amazing how common cheating is, especially among married and attached woman. It almost seems to be a badge of honor, and even fat cunts who look like Godzilla are happy to recount their misadventures.
Another common theme is the apparent cluelessness of their partners. Indeed, women like to boast about that just as much as the cheating part. So guys who believe that game can ‘always’ keep women faithful are delusional. Many of the men married or attached to these cunts are not abusive, unemployed or mentally unstable. Most of these cheating cunts also have kids, often young and I have always wondered about their true paternity.
2. Women have no respect for men, even the studs.
It is all about them. You barely figure in their scheme of things other than as an accessory to make other women jealous or as a bank account. You are very replaceable in their mind, and their actions demonstrate it. Long term Game, my foot! You are either the clueless provider or the guy they fuck on the side, but both are readily replaceable upto a certain age.
If you are stupid enough to believe them or show ANY mercy or respect, you deserve to be sodomized. These cunts barely love their own kids, because it is all about them. They even see their kids as accessories to make other women jealous. So who wants to have a LTR with a woman? Even women well past their prime see themselves as viable competitors with women barely older than their daughters. Consequently they keep on being cunts long after they can ill afford to.
3. Women are opportunistic parasites who believe that they are doing you a favor.
Even if you are a stud, women still see sex as a favor bestowed upon you. They are incapable of perceiving sex as anything other than a favor that you have to pay back, even if they enjoyed it more than you. They will not rest unless you have paid the ‘favor’ back, so do not hang around one woman. Fuck them and move on..
They see everything you have as theirs, but their stuff is only for them. They have no problem getting a big house renovation or car purchase with your money, even when they are fucking someone else and criticising your sexual efforts. I have overheard about such situations many times.
Next post in this series (brief case studies) now up: Things I Learned at Starbucks: 2
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I find that racist feelings tend to subside when people actually get to know other races better. Someone can maintain negative feelings about group X if they never interact with people of that group, but once they do, they realize group X isn’t too different from their group.
On the other hand, sexism increases when you get to know the other sex better. The female mind is repulsive to me and the more I learn about it, the worse I feel about them. The male mind is repulsive to many females.
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The male mind is not repulsive to women, how can a parasite hate its host.
On the other hand, the more you know about women – the less appealing they become.
Vincent,
It depends what level of interation you are talking about, and what the definition of “racism” is – whether it’s real hate or just recognition of HBD.
Working as a cop in the ghetto, for example, will not encourage feelings of love and tolerance. But a student or office worker surrounded by high funtioning NAMs will think they are all like that and become overly egalitarian.
I don’t find female minds inherently repulsive – moreso just low-IQ people’s minds. Women certainly do cheat, a lot like men do, and A.D.’s observation fits in with my post on building a harem that married women with young children are the easiest prey. That’s when the hypergamous urges are the strongest, for some reason.
Most of these cheating cunts also have kids, often young and I have always wondered about their true paternity.
When I was younger and eligible, I found that women tend, but not exclusively, to date similar looking men. This could cover many paternal conundrums.
Some ugly allegations in here, unfortunately I don’t disagree
Da truth, baby!
Not bad. This is actually pretty good stuff. Very socially unacceptable, but has quite a bit of truth to it.
Check out http://www.nomarriage.com for some interesting articles. They’re not very well written nor is the site well constructed but if you sift through the rubble, you can find some useful thoughts.
Point 3 is very well illustrated. I learned this years ago when I visited Colombia and met a nice girl. She also happened to be beautiful. Now, after seeing her for a few days and sleeping with her, I figured that we had embarked on quite a nice journey together. Well, it turns out that I made a mistake and she was only with me for what she could get out of me. She always wanted to go shopping for stuff – even things like more shoes, furniture, linen, computers, the list goes on. Initially, I gave in and bought her what she wanted since it wasn’t too much. But after buying a laptop and desk, I wanted to know what she was using it for. She got mad and said that I didn’t trust her. She had said that she wanted to brush up her computer skills to get a better job. She was a waitress at the time and I thought it was a great idea so I helped out. Turns out she made a profile on some dating site for foreigners (like me) to get hooked on to her. She had long-distance “relationships” with multiple guys in different countries (US, parts of Western Europe, Canada). To put it lightly, I was upset and confronted her. She got even more mad at me saying that I was snooping and that I didn’t trust her. Then I asked her why so many guys? And she actually told me a bit of the truth.
She said that women have one thing to offer and that is sex. Guys will buy that over almost anything. She said that I didn’t/wouldn’t pay her because I thought that I was not like the other guys who would just pay up a small amount. So the costs add up and now I have to pay for all the times that I was with her. Even though it wasn’t in money, it was in kind. Wow! I thought she was insane and of course, a complete whore. But in retrospect, she told me the truth that night and I am thankful for it.
She didn’t have faith that I would stick around or be part of her plans for us. So she went ahead and fleeced me for all that I was worth. Any other guy would’ve flipped out and taken all his stuff back. But I wanted information more than anything else. So I kept going. btw, let’s call her Caroline.
Caroline continued to tell me that those guys meant nothing to her and she was just setting things up so that in case she needed money or stuff, she could get it from them. But if I wanted to really be with her, then she would try to stop all of it. Now, I’m a nice guy but I’m not stupid. If a woman is cheating on me, albeit not physically and in a very weird way that I have never encountered before, I am not going to trust her with me or a dime of my money. So I tell her that I want to know more about what she has been doing. She says that she is not a bad person and that all women in Colombia do this – even the married ones. She was convinced that girls have no choice but to use their bodies to make money.
Now let’s be clear. Caroline did not need money (she worked as a waitress and I met her while out with friends) and she was not a prostitute in the true sense of the word. I know what you’re thinking – of course she is because, in one way or the other, she takes money for sex. The thing is that there are actual prostitutes and they charge up front. She was more of an indirect prostitute.
Before you think that I am defending her actions, know that I actually have more respect for the upfront prostitutes since they do not mess with your mind and heart. They simply tell you how much it’s going to be and you have no expectation or want for anything more. But with this “regular girl”, they still want to be paid but just don’t tell you.
Caroline is a very well educated girl. She reads psychology books in her free time and that’s what caught my attention the first time. So when she tells me something, I am all ears. She continued to tell me that one day I might meet a girl somewhere that has been biologically messed up and doesn’t want something from me. She did not mean that as an insult but rather as a fact of life. She proceeded to tell me that women everywhere are biologically wired to be like that. In most cases, they do not know it. The women in developed countries who are well educated fight this biological need of theirs and some fight it successfully for their entire lives. But they are still going against nature.
So after this, I needed a drink or a few. After pounding back a bunch, I found myself in a bar with my buddies and a bunch of random dudes. Good, no women around to rob me. So I guess I must have told them the story of my Colombian “love”. The guys are all laughing and asking me how old I am and what I do for a living. Well, I was in my early 30’s with a Masters in engineering working as a consultant making good money. Actually, great money. They said that I had a lot to learn about women. Obviously, I wasn’t too happy about that. I have been with and banged a lot of women – more than most guys I know. I have a few rules – like being honourable to my guy friends and their wives/girlfriends/sisters. But I have had my fair share of good and bad relationships. But here I was in a bar, drunk of out my mind, talking to bunch of guys I didn’t know about a girl they didn’t know. And was basically being called naïve. Amazing!
They proceeded to call over one of the hottest girls around and she came over. One of them spoke to her, got her to come over and hang out. I don’t really know how but Rick (one of the new guys) ended up getting her to come back to my suite with her friend, who seemed to be quite in to me. I was feeling emotionally numb so I wasn’t on my A-game. Ok, I really had no game and barely wanted to respond to her at all. So don’t ask me how this happened. I really don’t know. Rick and the guys pull me aside and ask me to get $50 out and say that it is very important that I have that handy. They tell me to give it to the girl (Michelle, I think) after she leaves. Now, I’m not a fan of prostitution so I refuse and even in my drunk state, I’m not enjoying this. I forget about the $50 in my sock and go back to my suite with Rick, his hottie, and Michelle. We get to the penthouse and the girls are loving it. The hot-tub is all ready and the girls remove their clothes without any hesitation and get in it. I forget about the Caroline and bang the living shit out of Michelle. Her ass was something out of a magazine. It was like god himself sculpted it. But I digress. Next morning, I remember the sock with $50 in it. Such a measly sum for anyone for doing just about anything. I pay my plumber 4 times as much and he doesn’t do much work let alone blow me for hours and then wake me up for morning sex. Yep. This was the life.
I had to get to the client site so I needed to get these people out of my place. I woke Ricky up and asked him if she could take care of my place and my stuff until I came back. He was more than happy but asked me to put all my valuables in my safe and said that I had to give Michelle the $50. Having no real choice and running out of time, I just did it. I woke her up with a kiss and tried to make it look like a joke. Gave her $50US and told her that it was for last night. Now if I had done this to any girl I know, it would have either evoked a slap or laughter. I didn’t get either from her. Michelle was happy and she started to take my clothes off and wouldn’t take no for an answer. This keeps getting better and better. Alright, never forget the $50 in sock.
Michelle was completely cool and didn’t mind other chicks looking at me or me talking to them. As long as I paid her even a little, I could do whatever I wanted and she was cool. This is in stark contrast with Caroline who was a possessive psycho when it came to other women. The wonders that $50 can do. Neither girls are prostitutes or consider themselves to be whores.
That story was long and maybe boring for some but it was to illustrate my point that women want something in return for sex. It doesn’t have to be much but just give it to them so that they do not take a LOT more from you when you don’t know it. Rick and his boys made this point by having me actually go through with their $50 ploy. I got taken for only a few weeks and a few days of heartbreak. You can get screwed for much more – say alimony and child-support. You don’t need a Caroline when you can pay $50 for a Michelle.
Alright guys, take a look at this site. This guy is really good and immensely intelligent, I might add.
http://www.singularity2050.com/2010/01/the-misandry-bubble.html
All it takes is for a smart man to sit back, shut up, let the women talk and after awhile, they all start telling on themselves (if they hadn’t done it already with their social network dependencies).