Posted by Capt. No-Marriage on October 20, 2009
This is your Captain speaking…………..welcome aboard fuckers!
Tonight’s entry is sponsored by Busch…..in the Real-Tree camo can. That means no one can see me drink. I’m stealth drinking motherfuckers!
Listen, although I love reading different MRA blogs and websites, I do not consider myself in that league of elite thinkers. I’m just a regular guy who fucked up and got married. My opinions mostly come from personal experiences and observations. Now on to the bullshit!
At some point, either during or after a marriage/ltr, you’re gonna need a piece of ass. What you won’t be aware of is just how rusty you will be. I don’t really mean your skills about seducing some bitch, I’m talking about your skills governing the selection of that bitch.
It happens in all areas, MMA fighters talk about “cage rust” when they haven’t fought in a while and we all know that playing “the game” is a lot like combat. What we forget is the little things. Not the big red flags, but the smaller, less obvious signs that a certain bitch just isn’t worth it. One of the things that can hinder your skills is when you are going through a shit-hole of a relationship yourself. Hating having to come home every night will no doubt throw off even the most seasoned players game.
Mental illness is one of the trickiest things to sus out early on because so many women have gotten good at hiding it in the beginning. Of course the signs become clear in hindsight and you want to kick yourself for not seeing it. Here’s how I fucked up…….
A “friend” of mine (not a co-worker!!) recently went through a divorce. She spent all her time talking to anyone who would listen about how bad her ex was. Looking back, here’s the mental illness clue that I missed. She said “He left me for an unattractive fat bitch”.
Now this “friend” isn’t smoking hot by any stretch of the imagination. She’s a three quart girl at least. By that I mean you need to drink at least three quarts of some old school Colt 45 before you’d consider fucking this bitch. So if after 10+ years, this guy bolts to a fat chick, what the fuck is up with that?
Well, my dumbass found out. She was great at first, she was one of those cool chicks that were fun to hang with, drank beer and sucked dick like a fucking machine!
I quickly found out how crazy she was when I sobered up and decided that my rebound phase was over. In the standard line, she accused me of taking advantage of her. Keep in mind that normally she likes to talk about how fucking “smart” she is, but suddenly Ms Genius got “taken advantage of”. She isn’t that kind of girl, she’s never done that before, blah, blah, blah, you’ve heard it all before, all the fucking excuses.
I am amazed that her ex hung in there as long as he did. This chick is a major drama queen, if something isn’t happening, then she manufactures something out of thin air. In typical American fashion, this bitch has an over-inflated sense of entitlement. To call her a muffin top would be an insult to muffin tops, yet she thinks she’s hot as she continues to pile on the pounds.
This bitch is one of the most manic depressive bipolar fucked up lame-brain bitches I’ve ever seen.
Talk about jumping into the cold water! My spider senses are back now, I’m sniffing out mental illness every fucking where after this bullshit! Luckily I was smart enough to not let this bitch know where I live!!!! Holy worn out pieces of ass Batman!!!!!
So fellas, learn from my fuck up. Take time to warm up and get yourself right. Stay away from the three quart girls!! Especially on the nights that you’ve drank three quarts!!
Forty ounces to Freedom Fuckers!
You are now free to drink about the cabin!