If MGTOWs are retards, then Incels aren’t human.

Time for another rude post title! Which means I got some skewering to do.

Whilst I was contemplating lunch today (meatball parm hero, for the curious, and quite tasty), a friend of mine wrote about her first encounter with an Incel. I had precisely no idea what that was, but when there was a comparison made to the MGTOW bunch, I knew this was bad.

Incel is short for “Involuntary Celibate.” For whatever reason, these guys can’t get laid. Or get a girlfriend. Or even get women to talk to them. Why, I don’t really know. I don’t care about their reasons. I care about their actions.

As with the MGTOW bunch, if they just complained about their shitty luck, I wouldn’t mind them too much. Hey, not all of us have what it takes to get women (and I’ll include myself in that list for several periods in my life), or to keep a girlfriend.

But as with the MGTards (hey, I just coined a new phrase!), they go beyond that, advocating raping women, longing for the days when women “knew their place in the kitchen”, and so on. Some of these assholes scream from the roof tops that women who’ve slept with more than one guy should be banned from college. These neo-con Neanderthals just boggle my mind with their bullshit.

And the poster boy for this shit is a murderous moron named Elliot Rodger, who killed 7 people, himself included, in 2014 when he couldn’t get laid. Sadly, he didn’t have the sense to kill himself at home where he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

Did I say that out loud? Please note the lack of fucks I give. After all, I play Dungeons and Dragons, so the FBI already has me on their list. Hi Feds! Go fuck yourselves!

But back to the point. The incels, like the MGTards, are making it increasingly difficult for guys to meet and maintain relationships with women. Flat out, this is blatant and widespread douchebaggery on the part of my fellow men.

You assholes ARE the problem. And I only wish I could solve the problem that you are with the business end of a flamethrower. The world would be a better place. Fuck you all.

PS: The meatball parm hero was fucking delicious.

Say it if it’s worth saving me.

I hit karaoke last night. A friend’s son was celebrating his 21st birthday, and she decided his first official bar outing should be with the semi-professional drunks she knows and loves. It’s a good choice, as it gets him to learn his limits and tolerances with people he knows are safe to be around. Parenting done right, to be honest.

As is wont to occur at karaoke, the love songs popped up at the end of the night. And as I listened to them, as I enjoyed the sound and the lyrics and the people signing along (myself included), I came to a realization:

It’ll never be me singing those songs to my girlfriend, or fiancĂ©e, or wife.

They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and thinking you’ll get a different result. They’re right. 20 some odd years of dating, of searching for She Who Is Right For Me, and I’ve barely come close. So what’s the purpose of continuing to do the same thing only to get the same shitty result? What is it about dating and romance that supposedly makes it different?

It’s because humanity is so desperate to be with someone to avert loneliness that they’ll willingly drive themselves nuts with this in the hope of eventually breaking the pattern of heartache and loss. And all they’re doing is setting themselves up for more of the same, just in the future in smaller doses. If you look at that from a strictly logical point of view, it’s completely ridiculous.

And after what went down with Ms. No-Show, I have no faith in it. At all. There’s no point in investing time and energy into a zero sum game when I have far more important things to handle.

And you know what? I’ll be happy to restart dating…..once She Who Is Right For Me gets off her ass, finds me, and convinces me why I should give her a chance. I’m not going to put in the effort to impress her. SHE can impress ME. After all, I keep hearing all this yapping about feminism wanting equality, yet it does not seem to extend to dating. Well, let’s see that change. Let’s see women ask men out on dates and do all the things guys do for women to impress them. Let’s see the script get flipped.

But it won’t.

How NOT to date.

I was having a bad day today. Sad, depressed, tired, not wanting to get out of bed. Life for me has been rough for a while, and I’m not sure there’s an end for it in sight. But I push on, because that’s what I do. That’s what I have to do.

Then I looked at my phone.

Remember her? I do. And looking at my phone managed to enrage me. And if there’s one thing I know about me, once I’m angry, I gotta let it out. And here we are.

This past Friday, I decided to meet up with some friends and hit up the bar I go to for karaoke. As I’m waiting for the bus (and a colossal, Brooklyn inspired FUCK YOU to the MTA for being one of the biggest bunch of incompetent retards on the planet), she texts me. She claims that she no showed on me because her boss dumped 2 months of budgets on her for an 8AM meeting the next day. Allegedly, she left the office at 10 and didn’t stop working from home until 3AM. She also says she was so mad she threw her phone and cracked it.

Riiiiiight. I don’t believe a fucking word of what she’s saying. There was absolutely no excuse for her not to contact me before she supposedly got that mad at her job.

She then proceeds to apologize and uses her job as an excuse.

Really? You knew full well before we made these plans exactly how busy your job could be. This type of thing happening was not a surprise to you. You knew this could occur, but did you adjust for it? Did you decide to wait until the immediate craziness passed and things were at a less hectic level to try to meet up? Nope. You didn’t. You went full ahead and ignored the facts about your situation. Smart, real smart.

She then proceeds to complain how she didn’t even have time to doll herself up. Which I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT. You’re coming from work. I don’t expect you to look like you spent 3 hours on hair and makeup. I expect you to SHOW UP. I’m not going to critique your makeup and hair after work. I have no fashion sense. As long as you’re not wearing rags and don’t look like you went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson, it’s all good.

I have no interest in a 3 hour text conversation, so I call her. Goes to voicemail. She texts me that her phone’s earpiece can’t pick up voices so she can’t hear anyone that calls her. She says she’s going the next day to get her phone fixed. I tell her to call me after the phone is fixed. She says she will and thanks me for hearing her out.

That was Friday. Haven’t heard from her since. I’m not sure I will. And you know what? I just don’t care. she didn’t have the common sense to do things properly, to take into account the situation that is her life, and royally fucked up. Fuck this bullshit.

SHIT LIKE THIS IS WHY PEOPLE STAY SINGLE. If you want to meet up with someone, do the exact opposite of what she did and you’re golden.

Fucking bullshit.

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.

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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.

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