I hadn't had any actual plans by the work days end. I got a text that my best friend would be at the bar his girlfriend works at and his brother was also attending. Since the GF works there we got bracelets without paying the entrance cover fee. I see both of them, hugs all around. We're like the Entourage crew. I will state that the brothers are 10s they both meet all the "666" dating requirements. So I figured I'd start the night with Jack Daniel's Honey or Fireball. Approaching the bar I'm introduced to Jennifer (she used to work there I'm told) and she seems buzzed and in good company. I place the order and make normal chit chat till drinks come and then she did it.
What did she do? She put her hands on me. My face. It's within my first 5 minutes of entering the bar and assault. She was annoyed at my face and put both hands on my eyes, cheek, and nose and held the position.
I bit the inside of my cheeks and my bestie walked up behind and said, "What is going on here?"
I looked at him after stepping back from her hands and said nothing, walked back to the table so he could bring me my drink when it came up.
He stayed at the bar and looked like he was talking to her from my view and when he had drinks returned.
He asked me, "Are you O.K.?" and I answered, "That was bullshit, fucking bullshit. I can't do anything. If I said anything, if I physically moved her, I would be arrested; but she could put her hands on my face without even knowing me."
Bestie just went into his drink and said, "Yep, there was nothing you could have done."
His GF swings around to check the table and she informs me (without condoning or condemning) "You look like her last boyfriend. He had short hair and a short beard too, and she just had an abortion."
What kind of a sentence is that? What kind of walking disaster did I just encounter in the wild?
Well I guess that's a fucking #pussypass if ever I heard one.
Change scenery to outside bar with a pizza oven and ping pong tables (The spirit cooking reference is not lost on me, the meme magick is real folks) and have a look around.
There are tables with a company function, a dancefloor and DJ booth.
Now while my bestie and his bro are the 666's, and I am not admittedly. I think I'm normal. I'm 5'10 and 155. Maybe in the modern game this makes me a manlet. I absolutely get dwarfed by the brothers and I get to see how girls of all ages watch them as we pass through crowds. It reminds me that nature is nature to watch them in action from a few steps behind and to the right.
When we find a table a minute passes before intrusion. A woman in her self-described "early 30s" (she's 31 what's so hard about saying that) with very fertile features announces, "I had to come over here for just a minute and say hi because you are the tallest guys in here."
I'm there, and I'm invisible.
She's there with two of her sisters and it's the blonde one's birthday at midnight.
The cliche's start rolling in. (she has 2 kids and no daddy, she hates when short girls date tall guys leaving none for her kind, etc.)
That minute to say hi - is a half hour. She says she likes being here and talking to guys that are so tall makes her look better. She means both, it makes her look smaller, and that she can keep hot guys attention. It's all her validation.
I turn my back. It's body language. If I'm going to enter the conversation it's going to be over my shoulder, unengaged. As I scan the dance floor I got a weird feeling. I was imagining the outcome of approaching any of these women and I was sizing them up for odds of success. 0%. The entire group was at least 30. Wearing high heels made them all taller than me. Uniformly, they all looked to be a minimum 160 lbs. all together (breasts, thighs, arms, butts) were bigger than me.
The red pill truth is that women like men that are older then them, and taller, and with a wider frame. I did not pass the minimum requirements for engagement. I did not dance with anyone. It wouldn't look good to anyone watching, and of course the smartphone pictures are snapping away.
There is more to say, but you've got the picture. It's New Year's and reflecting back on the truthiness I've known over this year I have no reason not to go my own way. Everything is as we describe it. I'm not missing anything.
All told I'm glad I have you guys, the brotherhood, I'm so glad I can enter 2017 with truly clear eyes. Thank you all.
Submitted January 01, 2017 at 04:51AM by skeletonized http://ift.tt/2iTTcWG
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