Thread: The MGTOW Youngster Learns the Hard Way

Once a regular blue pill, I was unaware of how destructive those toxic tendencies were. So, to get you all to understand a bit about me, I will share a few of my experiences. I was born in February of 1996. Young and unknowledgeable, my mother took it upon herself to feed me the most common philosophies taught to blue pill men. She raised me to come to the aid of woman, and also to always be as chivalrous and gentleman like as humanly possible. I didn’t understand why it was a necessity, or really care why. It was sort of like religious indoctrination the way she tried to train me up in my ways with women. For the most part, those tendencies have fallen away. Now 19, my mind is free, but there is still more to be told.

Let’s back track to age thirteen. With hormones wreaking havoc upon my body, I searched the internet for ways to obtain my crush. This is how I first ran into PUA ideology. Every passing down day I read into more and more. I didn’t understand a majority of the concepts but I still tried them anyway. And for the most part, they actually worked. Eventually I got bored with it, and did my own thing. I had a few girlfriends here and there, and I was always the one to break them off due to behavior I found to be intolerable.


Now for the meet and bones. One of my most destructive relationships started when I was 16 and a junior in high school. I met a sweet African American girl at church one day, decided that she was worth pursuing, mainly because she seemed so receptive to flirtation and other advances. It went nowhere fast. So we stopped talking, until one day I received a phone call from her after texting back and forth. She was broken and in tears, wailing about how some boy at her school had raped her orally in the band room in her high school. Naturally this caused my white knight tendencies to flare up. I later learned through reason and logic that her story made no sense. But needless to say, this is how we first got together.

While in the talking stage my mother warned about my own white knight tendencies and told me that I had an overwhelming drive to protect, as well as the fact she only wanted emotional support, not a boyfriend. I ignored these warnings. Our relationship started happy, but over time through cost-benefit I noticed both that I was putting in a majority of work, and that her interest was waning over time. I would complete 14 mile bike rides roundtrip, three to four days out of the week just to see her.


I was only rewarded with wild sex for such endeavors, as well as my emotional support. But as time went on I noticed that she was receding verbally, as we talked less and less. The more she recovered from her situation, the more we fought, especially over things I could prove she was doing. The relationship was entirely too emotional and co-dependent. After one last fight we broke up. Right after myself, she slept with three other boys and contracted an STD which I narrowly avoided. Still suffering from a broken relationship as she was my first love of who I’d given my all physically, emotionally, and time wise, I attempted suicide a number of times, resorted to self-harm, and once faked my own death as revenge for her hurting me so dearly. In the end, I ended up having to go through two different therapists to help me recover.


My second destructive experience is my most reason. It was summer time of 2014, and a girl I had known from a recent ex sprung up. I approached through social media, succeeded over the other beta male orbiters, and we ended up together in July. However, this proved greatly problematic as I would be going to my first year of college. But, newly in love, this was no obstacle to us. If I could describe her behavior in the nine months we were together, lasting the school year, she was avidly solipsistic, lazy, overly emotional, bratty, manipulative, and worst of all illogical. The only thing she offered me was a blind sense of loyalty and commitment, not just to me, but others as well. We would often fight about sex as she desired to wait until marriage. However, due to her constantly asking to have sleep overs at her house through sneaking over, with her practically naked every time only wanting to dry hump and everything else involving that. I had upwards of 30 opportunities to bed her, but I decided that it was more important to honor her feelings. Often times the only difference between her virginity and the loss of it, was a two inch movement of my hips.


Whenever I would see her on my school breaks, she would do any and everything. However when I was away, she refused to flirt with me, send me pictures of any kind no matter how innocent, participate in phone sex, and anything else sexual. This is what led to my cheating. It wasn’t right. But I had reason. I was merely a sweet friend to her while away and sexual monster when with her. I honored her religious convictions, although I could have otherwise. This is why we fought so much, I wanted to logically win her before I took charge, but this isn’t the point.


The first week of school I met a girl unlike any other. We met up at midnight on campus a few days later and hung out for. Horny and desperate for the attention I was missing, I asked if I could spend the night with her in her dorm. This was the downfall of my year. Once in her room, she told me she had to take some pills of medication. For what this was, I had no idea. I asked her if she was okay twice, because she had consumed a number of pills amounting to nine for what I later learned was for a rash . . . We fooled around a bit and did everything but sex. Guilt ridden I knew I still wanted to save myself for my girlfriend. I stop before penetration and told her my situation. She agreed and gave me a speech on love, and I took my leave.

The next night, walking through my building’s hall I noticed cops at my door with hand cuffs looking for me. Thinking it was for one of my roommates I ignored and did my thing. Later that night I received a phone call from the campus police telling me to come down. They refused to tell me why I was there, only that I give a statement as to what happened last night. Confident, I gave them whatever they wanted to know. I knew why I was there, but I was confused as everything was consensual in a literal verbal sense. After this everything spiraled out of control. In summary, I failed three classes that year. I was verbally threatened by friends of hers. I lost my food privileges for the weekends leaving me to my own devices. I was threatened with jail time, but thank goodness I dodged anything involving court.


The student conduct system was utterly corrupt, for no matter how much text and logical evidence I presented, their argument was unyielding. Apparently she had been on too much medication for the rash that caused drowsiness, mental incognizance, and for the user to pass out upon consumption. Right. I never got the name of those rash pills. She accused me forcing myself upon her until she agreed to cuddle. After that she blacked out and woke up in the morning with her underwear off. Needless to say, she was a past victim of sexual assault which put everything in perspective. Later, after the year ended she confessed on snapchat that she lied about the whole thing because she panicked.


In my months before school ended, I found myself looking up ways to deal with false rape accusations to prepare myself for the upcoming meetings that would determine my fate. Eventually I stumbled onto the likes of Sandman and his videos were like crack. They not only explained why this girl had ruined my life so, but also why my girlfriend had the behavior she did. These truths pained me as I made logical connections that kept me awake at night, and also angry. My relationships with girls at school were cut to zero as I read their actions with new lenses. I tried feeding my friends the red pill about tinder, girls they liked and otherwise, but they didn’t listen. Oh well.


My relationship with my girlfriend ended as soon as school got out this year. Excuses were made about why we broke up. Mainly this was due to the times I cheated. Among what I mentioned earlier, she had a myriad of tendencies in which I told her caused this. She tried to exchange sexual activity for favors, she refused to let me be a man, she had access to all my social media accounts because she’s “protective”. It was a loving but extremely unhealthy relationship. Only once I found Sandman had my eyes been opened. I had a burning hate for her the last few months we were together. I tried showing her MGTOW content to save us but to no avail. Foolish, at the time. This summer, I put my day onto MGTOW. He was with my mom for 20 years, and while they are not divorced are separated. He also identified with the truths of Sandman, Turd Flinging Monkey, Stardusk, and more. Now he is a red pill man who keeps my mom on a tight leash and thanks me for showing him what I did. He currently watches MGTOW content daily.


In the end I paid the price for my cheating, and in the process gained knowledge that would have saved me from the inevitable. My dad is now safer too. I reject all forms of marriage, cohabition and long term relationships. I ran into a NAWALT like girl after me and my girl broke up. She understood MGTOW and had a seemingly great understanding of it, but she also proved to be solipsistic, manipulative, and all the other characteristics I named. Even with the information handed to her, she failed my grace period. Will I search for a NAWALT. Perhaps. NAWALT’s are not born, they are made. I intend to do so in the future. I have been a MGTOW for 3 months now.

Bonus Story. This is a potential article for guys that are still beta's like I was. The lessons are a little PUA, so I'll just post the story.

Escapades and Adventures: Signs. . . Signs Everywhere!

Rain (a)-y Day Pt.1 -3

Part 1: At this point in time I was a sophomore in high school, while she was a college freshman. A beautiful African American about 5’5, she had an athletic petite build (A skinny Serene Williams without the muscles), yet feminine. Also she proved herself to be a fine dancer with lush, thick lips, an amazing backside, and the exact mentality of, “I’m a child. I act like a child. I like acting and talking in a child’s voice to seem more innocent and attractive. So please, approach me, before I get out of hand.” It started out simple. Knowing forthright that she had a boyfriend, she chose to come to my house anyway.
With both her mother’s and my father’s permission, we hung out in the early hours of night. A light endeavor, I ventured to make my attraction for her fully known. After hot and dry periods of attempting to get a kiss from her, only to be met with rejection by the cheek, I was finally met with a returned kiss accompanied by looks of disappointment. From then on, all other attempts were met with facial expressions of stop being thirsty and flow. Of course, being in my beta state I couldn’t see this. A fun night indeed, but a failure in outcome.

Part 2: Days later, we texted back and forth, until I was finally granted the opportunity of coming to her house to hang out for a bit. Excited about this new prospect, I flung myself out the door, walking ten minutes to get to her house. Once at the door, I rung. I was nervous, anxious, and ever planning, yet completely unknowledgeable. She answered the door, and too my surprise and hormonal shock, wore next to nothing. A pair of pajama styled short shorts and a tank top to match met my eyes.

I stepped inside. Led into her brother’s room, none in the house but we, she popped in C.O.D. and began to play the game. I approached for the cuddle and found myself resting in her lap. Resistance showed now face to my advances, and still, I could tell she was bored and irritated at my inexperience. I knew her brother would be home soon, yet I, with all the opportunity in the world did nothing. And once her brother arrived her parents did soon after. It was at this point I was told to take my leave through the backdoor. Later it hit me that I had been snuck inside. Sigh. . .
Part 3: A few weeks later, I received a random call from her to come and hang out. Excited, I knew she had a boyfriend, but that she still felt minor attraction to me. So, I accepted her invitation immediately, seeing this as my final opportunity to woo the girl of my dreams. She arrived at my friend’s house from which she lived five minutes away from, two minutes later, and picked me up. We drove off. It was a very awkward introduction. Stop sign after stop sign, I was starting to realize she had no sense of direction. Then I finally realized. . . I was picked up on a mere whim. However my beta mind was not yet aware of the concept of the male harem. I cannot recall whether it was I or she who suggested getting food, but regardless, we stopped at a little gyro joint for us commoners of the ghetto.

Once inside, I thought that by asserting my wallet, paying for both meals, that this would win me brownie points. . . She teased me asking if I had enough money to pay and I kept assuring her with her smug smile and light giggles. It was after this that we finally decided to go to back to her house. Motivated as ever, we headed directly through the kitchen to her room. We sat and talked. My voice crackled as the conversation went silent. I had no words for her. I was failing. After some fifteen minutes she finally decided to pull out her phone and began texting. Who it is, I had no knowledge. Five minutes later, I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. Hoping it wasn’t some beta cock blocker, I asked her if I should answer it. She shrugged and got the door. What happened next solidified my betatization permanently. Arriving back in her room shadowing right behind her, myself still on the bed, was her boyfriend.

He came in the room, looked at me like I was nothing but a mere child, and sat down next her smiling, both of their backs to me. Needless to say, they had a ten minute conversation about all the fun things they were going to do together, of which I was granted no room for entry. Upset, I asked if I should leave. She responded, “You can if you want to.” I was then offered a ride home by the both of them. And attempting to maintain what little pride I had left, I calmly got my shoes on, and walked home bewildered, embarrassed, confused, defeated, and a shell of my former self.

Originally Posted by TakeNotez

Five minutes later, I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. Hoping it wasn’t some beta cock blocker, I asked her if I should answer it. She shrugged and got the door. What happened next solidified my betatization permanently. Arriving back in her room shadowing right behind her, myself still on the bed, was her boyfriend.He came in the room, looked at me like I was nothing but a mere child, and sat down next her smiling, both of their backs to me. Needless to say, they had a ten minute conversation about all the fun things they were going to do together, of which I was granted no room for entry. Upset, I asked if I should leave. She responded, “You can if you want to.” I was then offered a ride home by the both of them. And attempting to maintain what little pride I had left, I calmly got my shoes on, and walked home bewildered, embarrassed, confused, defeated, and a shell of my former self.

Disrespect in the upper echelons. The guy she intended to cheat with gets put on the backburner for the fellah she should've either cut loose or hunkered down with, and then gets tried like that by inviting that very guy over!? I'd have to say . . .

Yea, I'm not even sure what that was about. I've never been so disrespected and embarrassed before. She told me time and time again that she wanted me over him, so I figured it was okay, morally not so much. . . I can take accountability for shitty behavior. But to get alpha'd like that . . . Even with my MGTOW knowledge and the events leading up to her playing me like that, I can't think of why. If I had to guess, I'd say it was either pre-planned, and he already knew of me but not about my role, or a very negative response to tell me she chose him over me. Either way, to have a whole other man sitting on your bed comfortable as ever was disrespect to him as well. It was either pre-planned, a negative response, or a ploy to start a fight for her affection.

She was broken and in tears, wailing about how some boy at her school had raped her orally in the band room in her high school.

As you now know - never have anything to do with a girl who claims to be a rape victim. Either she's telling the truth, in which case she is going to need years of therapy and support; or (more likely) she is lying, in which case she'll throw you under the bus, too.

My second destructive experience is my most reason. … We would often fight about sex as she desired to wait until marriage. However, due to her constantly asking to have sleep overs at her house through sneaking over, with her practically naked every time only wanting to dry hump and everything else involving that.

You know she wasn't a virgin, right? The reason she was inviting you into her room to dry hump was in hopes you'd take it too far. Women like hot sex and deniability.

You've had a series of lucky escapes, dude. Welcome to the forums.

Originally Posted by Mr Wombat

As you now know - never have anything to do with a girl who claims to be a rape victim. Either she's telling the truth, in which case she is going to need years of therapy and support; or (more likely) she is lying, in which case she'll throw you under the bus, too.

Depressing, but undeniably logical.

I'm not quite sure if she is a virgin or not. If we fought for 9 months straight about it, I can't help but truly believe that she is a virgin. Has she done things, yes. But sex, as far as I'm concerned I'm the closest she's ever had. However, I don't expect a MGTOW brother to purposelessly lead me astray as I'm sure you have my best interest at heart. Thanks for the welcome. And yes, I have more escape and close call stories than any 19 year old should. I can't tell you if I'm proud or ashamed of it.

Proud or ashamed are less relevant than having learned from it and taking accountability for your own actions!