You are the reason people don’t date.

So, remember the chick I ranted about in my last post? I decided, out of the surprising amount of kindness somehow left in this withered black hole of a heart I have, to give her a chance to meet up with me. She swore she was 100 (yes, she used that fucking stupid emoji) going to meet me. We scheduled for yesterday at 6 to meet up.

I get off the train at 5:45. Given walking times in Manhattan, modified by foot traffic during rush hour and my walking speed, I was going to make it at around 6 on the dot, possibly a minute late. So I was all good for this. Or so I thought.

As is habit, I took out my phone and saw a text from her. At 5:36, while I was still on the train, she said she was running late and was going to meet me at 6:45.

What. The. Fuck. You swear we’re going to meet up, that you’re 100 sure you won’t have any problems, and you’re already telling me you’re gonna be late?

::Insert string of expletives and rage::

So I tell her where I’ll be. 6:45 comes around, she’s not there. I text her to find out where she is. No response. I exercise god-tier patience and wait until 7:30. No response, no nothing. I call her and it goes to voicemail.

::Insert string of expletives and rage::

I leave her a message kindly telling her to fuck off. Then I text her this:

“Check your voicemail when you get a chance. Goodbye.”

Haven’t heard from her since. Probably won’t. I went home, got pizza and called it a night.

As angry as I am over this (which is a reason why I’m doing this today, rather than last night), what is even worse is that she expressed interest in me and then pulled this shit. I didn’t approach her, I didn’t ask for her number. Hell, I had zero intentions that night of even trying to talk to any women. She gave her number to me, unsolicited, and then this shit gets pulled. People like her are why the rest of us despise dating. Men and women who do this are the problem in the dating scene.

I’m done. I’m done dating, done looking, done giving a fuck. The next woman that wants to go out with me had better be nothing short of immaculate when it comes to scheduling and showing up, because it’s one strike and she’s done.

Dating is bullshit. Don’t fall into the trap.

You cancelled on me? Fuck you.

I don’t ask too many people to hang out these days because their propensity to cancel on me has become fucking ridiculously frequent. I stopped making plans for a while because of it, and now I’m very selective about who I ask to hang out with.

I’ve also made it clear that if people want to hang out, they’re welcome to make the plans and let me know. So far, I’ve had all of……2 people take me up on that.


Color me surprised.

Friday night, I go to karaoke. I end up meeting this woman. She gave me her number without me asking for it. Alright. We chat over text and we schedule drinks for Tuesday.

I text her on Tuesday to confirm. I get told things are really busy at work. So we rescheduled for today. Doesn't respond to my text this morning. I text her before I get on the train. She tells me another work related issue has come up. I text her and ask if we're still meeting up.

45 MINUTES LATER, NO RESPONSE. Far as I'm concerned, she ditched me. I text her to contact me when things are less busy.

Look, I get jobs get nuts, especially where she works. But you have a responsibility to the people you make plans with to let them know if things are gonna change or if things have occurred to occupy your time. There's no goddamn reason for me to not hear from you.

So I'm done with her. Which is a shame, because she was pretty interesting.


If you’re MGTOW, you’re probably a retard.

Now that I’ve gotten your attention with such a blatantly insulting title, let’s talk, shall we?

I ran across the MGTOW community whilst wandering through the strange and wonderful place called YouTube. MGTOW, for those of you who are unaware of it, stands for “Men Going Their Own Way.” The idea is that men who are tired of dealing with the many issues surrounding dating women have decided to stop doing that.

Now, were this entire movement simply that, I would have absolutely no problem with it. Dating these days is brutal for everyone, and taking time away from the drain on time, energy and resources that dating can be is necessary on occasion. It takes a lot out of a person, and that could be on top of any personal or professional issues one may have. So stepping away from dating could be good for one’s health, and personal health is critical these days.

But it’s not that simple. Nearly every video I watched and every comment I read was a bunch of whiny men yelling about how awful women are and why they hate women so much. All they do is talk shit and insult women and try to make themselves the victim of the horrible, horrible women they run into.

So I asked the Shadows about these types. The Shadow’s response:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! Are you kidding me? Here’s a group of men, full of hate, misogyny and poor comprehension of human interaction, and they have the utter audacity to claim women are the source of their problems? These…..what do you call them, my Voice? Ah yes, retards….these retards have it in their mind that women are why they are alone? That their best friend is whichever hand they choose to masturbate with? That they are so pathetic that they must complain about it behind the anonymity of a YouTube account? Or this Twitter you’ve mentioned? They would not last a moment in the Void!

That’s a pretty accurate view. Now don’t get me wrong, women have done some fucked up things (see Susan Eubanks, Andrea Yates, Betsy DeVos, etc), but men have done equally fucked up shit. There’s shit on both sides that these clowns conveniently ignore. So yeah, I got no respect for them. At all. Fuck em. Fuck em all in the ear.

One particular video I watched, which I will not link to because it’s utter garbage, has a guy writing into a Youtuber and complaining about his lack of luck in finding women with money, a job, and savings. He says he just attracts broke women for some reason.


Listen, douchebag, I don’t know why you think all the women you attract are broke. Odds are you’re exaggerating like a bitch because you’re upset they won’t sleep with you. Given the whining you did, I don’t blame them. You’re a fucking child. Kindly throw yourself off a cliff.

Fucking losers, the whole lot of them.

So, that passed.

Much to my lack of surprise, I did nothing for my birthday. I’ll be going out tonight for a birthday shot or 2, and a friend took me out for lunch today, but that’s it. This isn’t shocking to me at all. Not one bit.

The death of Chris Cornell was announced as a suicide. The toxicology tests are pending. I’m saddened by his death. The guy had a ton of talent and was involved in music for decades. I’m going to wait for the tox results and see what they say about what was in his system. His wife has already stated she does not believe it was suicide, but the only person that will ever truly know is Cornell himself. And he’s not around to ask.

In more pleasant news, Huma Abedin, wife of disgraced politician and dick pic sender Anthony Weiner, has filed for divorce from his scummy ass. Good for you, Huma. About time you got rid of him. Find you a better man to be with. You look pretty damn good at 40, so go cougar out for a bit.

What else? Seems today that Tom Hardy was cast as Venom in a new solo film for that character. If it doesn’t have Spider-Man in it to explain Venom’s origin, I immediately grade this movie as a FAIL. No Spidey, no Venom. End of story.

And it looks like next Friday is shaping up to be mighty interesting. We’ll see how that goes.

Getting older. God, it sucks.

So, my birthday is next Thursday.

If you can’t tell, there is a distinct lack of excitement in that statement. Why? Because 1-it’s a Thursday and 2-I have no plans for it other than a Geist game on Friday.

I’d love to do something that weekend. Something, anything. Hell, I’d be fine with dinner at fucking Burger King. It’s not about where to go or what to do. It’s about being with people, sharing time together, having a laugh at someone else’s expense. You know, the good stuff.

Riiiiiight. Like that’ll happen.

Much as my luck would have it, my birthday falls the same weekend as Mother’s Day. And as past experience has shown, the simple plan of dinner either Friday or Saturday night gets shot down under the abyssal din of, “But it’s Mother’s Day on Sunday! I gotta plan that.”

So the extravagant plans you have- which, in 90% of cases, is taking her out for dinner, or ordering in, or actually just sitting at home- somehow prevents you from doing ANYTHING at all the entire weekend? Wow. I gotta say, that’s some effort you’re putting in. Tell me, does it involve catering a 6 course meal? Setting up a concert? Doing something similar that requires monumental effort? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

So if one of you that knows me reads this and wants to do something for me, cool. If not, I’ll just chalk this birthday up as another disappointment.

Fuck off my phone, asshole.

People simply amaze me with the balls they have.

I’m at my local pizzeria waiting for a small pie to go. I like pizza. A lot. But no, I wasn’t eating it all myself. Hakuna your tatas on that. I have reasonable amounts of eating ability, not pig out on the constant ability.

So I’m on my phone texting with a friend when a guy who was sitting in the pizzeria walks up to me. Now mind you, I’ve got my headphones on listening to my MP 3 player while texting, so it would even be clear to Stevie Wonder I don’t want to be bothered.

“Sorry to bother you,” he starts.


No, dude, you are not sorry to bother me. If you were sorry to bother me, your ass wouldn’t have bothered me in the first place. So please, stop lying.

“Can I use your phone to make a phone call?”


Motherfucker, I don’t know you from a hole in the wall. I have no idea who you’re calling, or even if you’re going to make a call. For all I know, you’re going to take my phone and make a run for it. Fuuuuuuuuck that shit. You think I’m stupid? You’re not touching my phone. Go ask the pizzeria. They got a landline. But I’ll be god DAMNED if you’re touching my phone.

“Sorry, my phone’s on minutes,” I replied, to which he moved on to the 3 high school girls waiting on their food. They shot him down too.

Some people got some fucking nerve, I tell you. This is Brooklyn, pal. That ain’t happening. Make sure you got a phone on you at all times. They ain’t hard to get. Shit, there’s 5 places within rolling out of bed distance from my place that you can get a phone on the spot.

This is why you always gotta be on watch. Retards are around every corner trying to prove how slick they are by robbing you of your things. Stay aware, people. Don’t let them win.

Starbucks is a unicorn!

All these people all butthurt over the unicorn drink from Starbucks. “It’s unhealthy! It takes forever to make! Blah blah blah!”

First, it’s Starbucks. Those complaining about the damn drink are the same people that bitched about their holiday cups and just about everything else about them. Shut the fuck up, all of you.

Second, fuck the sugar count. All reports I’ve read about it are the same: IT TASTES LIKE HOT SHIT. If your need for overpriced coffee is that strong, they got an entire menu of the stuff that actually tastes decent.

Meanwhile, I’ll hit up the bagel store by my house and get more coffee for less money. Hell, I’ll hit up McDonald’s for the same amount of coffee from my bagel store for $1.09. Or I’ll just make an ENTIRE POT at home and enjoy that.