Hello Gents,
As you probably guessed from the name, I'm a blue collar guy - electrician by trade. I'll be 45 in a few days, and I've been single and celibate since I was 30. I grew up in a small town in northern Alberta, and dated some in Junior high. I've had long hair and a 'bad attitude' (fuck authority) since I was 11 and as we all know, this can be attractive to women/girls. I was a bit of a late bloomer according to my friends, I didn't actually have sex till I was 17, which was years later than most people I knew.
So I'm 17, it's 1 AM and I'm hanging out in a truck stop with a couple friends, drinking coffee and talking about cars. Up walks this smoking hot little thing - easily an 8 or 9 - and asks who owns the hot rod in the parking lot. Referring of course to my 71 LeMans. She was a Dodge girl, but she wouldn't mind going for a ride in the old Pontiac. After some BS'ing with her and her friend we all piled into the car and went for a rip. Fast forward 2 weeks and she drops the love bomb. A week later my dream comes true! Finally in there! There's something about that first time, that rush of chemicals in the brain just melted me and I fell hard and fast. I'd been 'in love' with other girls I dated, but this was something else entirely. We kept seeing each other, fucking like rabbits for the next 2 weeks and it was great. Then I get the phone call. "I just don't really want a boyfriend right now". "It's not you, it's me". Yadda yadda yadda. Not gonna lie, I was destroyed. Found out a week later that she's dating some boxer. Yup, she loved me.
Over the next year I had a couple of relationships, some good sex but no connection. Then I met J, who along with being one of the best lays I've ever had, gave me a superior mind fucking. About 8 months into it, she moved in with me (in my parents house) because her mom was a batshit crazy control freak. This should have been seen as foreshadowing, but I was young, dumb and you know. We started fighting a lot, breaking up and getting back together until I finally told her to pack her shit and GTFO. She didn't like having to move back home. About a month after she left she expressed this by breaking into my house and stealing a pound of contraband, which she started selling to my less scrupulous customers so she could live in a hotel room. And fuck all her customers. Pretty good deal if you want to get high and laid in one convenient location. So yeah, there was some rage. But of course, you can't hit a girl right? She did eventually get hers, my buddies little sister just pounded the shit out of her at a gig I was playing at, right in the mosh pit in front of everyone. It was poetic.
So that was my longest at just under 2 years. After that I was in a pretty dark place, had a string of one night stands and a couple of boring flings. And fucked a couple of married women, which is something I would not recommend to anyone. You want to mess up your self esteem? Yeah, that's one sure fire way. I took a few years off from women after that, full of rage and depression and blue pill toxicity.
During that time I grew up a lot, finally got a decent job driving truck, bought a house and moved out of my parents place. I decided I was going to try again for the blue pill dream. I wasn't keen on having kids, but I wanted to be with someone. Did some research and ended up doing the Double your Dating program. Old school PUA stuff, and a tiny bit of red pill. It worked, and I got with L. L was a solid 8... 25 and just my type - short, slender and very pretty. I destroyed her shit tests and she literally fucked my brains out. She knew exactly what to say to reel me in. You know how you get to that point in a relationship where you feel comfortable enough to let your guard down a little? NEVER DO THIS. FFS. End of game. Seriously, that is the one eternal shit test. Always active, and if you slip up and show a hint of vulnerability you're done. Pack up your shit and go home. Now.
Although, she wasn't quite done with me yet, she needed to drag the breakup out over another 2 months. And like I said, my brains had vacated my skull so I went along with it. I don't think there's anything more depressing than sex with a recent ex, and after the first time that went down I ended it permanently. Haven't been with a woman since, and never will again.
I first heard of the red pill when a Karen Straughan video popped up on my YouTube suggestions a few months ago - Feminism and the Disposable Male. I'd always had a distaste for feminism and outright contempt for political correctness, and I'd been hearing all about male privilege so I thought I'd give it a go. Watched a bunch of her stuff and YouTube started suggesting videos with MGTOW in the title. WTF is MGTOW? That led me to mgtow.com and from there to Stardusk, Barbarosa, Sandman and on and on down the rabbit hole to here. A lot of what I read and heard was old knowledge to me, learned by experience, but i had never put it all together the way it is presented now. It gives me hope.
About me... I work as an electrician, been a journeyman since 2012. I build and fly model airplanes and FPV drones, this is my main obsession. That hobby got me into HAM radio, which I have just started exploring after getting my license. I love tinkering with electronics and microcontrollers. I ride a Harley in the summer. In 2 years I'll be debt free, mortgage free, and start working on getting my private pilots license. If that goes well I may look at going commercial.
Thanks for reading this far, it's a bit of an essay![]()