Thread: She Fell Out Of Hell...My New Friend...

Read this in your own dismay. I write things here to document my experiences relevant to MGTOW, even as it may be unfavorable, it is surely not trolling or an intentional disruption. All of our lives are immensely differing, as are our convictions...Some of us are suffering from serious emotional and mental issues...

I may be taking the cake!

Ok, storytime:

I walked out onto the freezing slush, that was a couple of inches of snow 3hrs prior. Leaving footprints on my married friend's walkway, as the drizzle is blowing into my face. US Midwest in it's glory. Twenty more steps to my dilapidated outdated 4x4, and the porch light goes off behind me. I stop to breathe some fresh cool air, forgetting about the warm, cozy chair, and fun loving company, albeit slightly tipsy...MmmmMmmm, I'm back in the wild!

It was a good night, similar to the others. It is the night before Christmas Eve, I have no reason to be in a hurry, just me and the space heater tonight, a 15 minute drive south out of this old tiny Christian farm town...Just another night...

I hear something crunching in the nearly two feet of snow around the short fat pine tree by the road. So, I stop and listen. My dead dog taught me how to do that I think. I don't hear anything now. Musta been an animal bedding down under the tree or something. The drizzle is becoming mixed with flurries now I notice. Better get the old Heep warming up, so I start walking the last of the twenty steps.

There's the crunching sound again! Sounds heavy like someone walking, it strikes me as something possibly as odd as a raccoon in the daylight. Probably a threat. She probably is...

It's a female, judging by the style jacket and blue jeans. Her age is younger than me but not younger than 20, tall, better than average body shape. She quickly becomes a silhouette as the street lamp light slides behind her. A ghost is about to talk to a silhouette, spoiler alert...

Normally, as a ghost, I ignore and avoid. It's late. Not my business, not my problem, don't start no shit won't be no shit...Normally...Well, normally I'm not tipsy. Normally, I'm not off work for two weeks. Normally, I don't talk at strangers...Sometimes, I let loose and go full out...

"Where did you come from?" I shouted. "The gas station." She shouts back, as she looked over and slowed down her strides. The gas station is about 5 miles away, it's freakin cold and wet and nasty out. She sounded like mid twenties, and with a thick southern accent. Very unusual around here...

"Where you going?" I asked. "Up to my brother's, by the school.", she explained...I asked, "You want a ride?" She turned on a dime...The White Knight wasn't exactly who said that...

I asked while unlocking the doors and firing up the ignition, "You from Tennessee?" She laughed and ask how I could tell...As I was clearing the garbage from the passenger seat, I told her that her particular twang was indicative of Tennessee and as having lived in Georgia, I was fluent in hillbilly talk...She laughed and jumped in. I adjusted the heater controls, the stereo was already set to my favorite rockabilly station, I buckled up, disengaged the parking brakes, tested the flaps, radioed to the tower, and began to taxi to the runway...

She looked cold and miserable, scared and desperate but, she laughed out of relief and sighed out of comfort...She said "thank you", and said "sorry to inconvenience you". I laughed because of her accent told her "Merry Freaking Christmas...I was just gonna go for a ride anyways..." She followed with, "Well, I don't have to go straight home..." So, I kept driving north...

This girl was one giant red flag: Obviously miserably cold and wet, no makeup, a little acne, hair was dull and scuzzy, walking down the middle of the street damn near the middle of nowhere, and there it is; shifty eyes, missing teeth, and a few visible tattoos. But, she was on her best behavior, probably high, giggling, trying to hide her teeth. I've been around junkies before so, I started with "Now, you ain't gonna kill me are you?" She, laughed and asked me back...And, boy she began to tell me her entire life story...My passenger seat was like the couch in a shrink's office, she laid it all out...

To sum it up: She's 28, estranged from her 10 year old son by way of Order of Protection, she is free on 3, yes THREE seperate bail-bonds in Tennessee, and freshly released 8 days prior from Illinois Department of Corrections...

As someone familiar with the judical system, I was able to maintain the conversation, and get the details...Two pending drug charges, one pending felony burglary charge, and an aggravated domestic battery charge....

I wasn't scared of her as much as I was of me. This girl can't even fart sideways or she's going to prison and she knows it. She told me she had been killed like 4 times while having heart surgery for heart failure and showed me her DOC perscribed meds to back it up...She showed me sexy the whole time too...

Twenty Fucking Eight years old and WRECKED! I really hate seeing so many young women fucked up from hard drugs...Kinda reduces the quality of our supply quite a bit...

As I started heading back to the little shit splat on the map where her brother and my friend live, she asks if I would run her to the store and buy her a bottle of vodka and she handed me $10...Being the humanitarian I am, I did...The look on the faces of the girls working there when we pulled up was pretty telling. She was denied because her driving license was in paper form and she was back with a guy that neither of the two land whales could even get a date from. She used the bathroom and I bought the $30 bottle...It's Christmas time dammit!

She said she didn't want to go straight home and she need her phone charged so I took her to my apartment, 20 miles downstream.

Yep. As a veteran of this site, and as a lifelong bluepiller, it seems as if I have thrown all rationale out the window. Merry Freaking Christmas! But, wait there's more! Lots more...

So, I quickly give her the lay of the land by pointing out which houses were cops and military, and explaining to her that if it were up to them, I wouldn't be allowed to live here, but since some of them go to church with my grandparents that live next door, they don't fuck with me as much as they want out of respect to them...That's my opinion of course...And, it causes her to remain comfortable, as I am a safer option...Cool, maybe I'll get a blowie...It's my party dammit...

She is only the second person that I let into my apartment in 4 years. I think that I actually saw the real her now...and she knew what I saw because she described herself as a beautiful tragedy, and wrote it in Dutch...She knew I was being a compassionate human being as I showed her the bathroom, and gave her some warm dry clothes to put on...I opened a bottle of whiskey and started cleaning up a bit as we cracked awkward dark humor jokes about "putting the lotion on it's skin"...I noticed she was carrying a pocket knife so I pointed out that I was carrying mine in the same spot...Neither one of us was going to let the guard down first...Neither one of us was a chump...But, I commented on her ass, because it was one of the nicest ones I've seen in a while...

She wanted some music so I let her play what she wanted as I lit a candle and set it on the floor where a tv would normally go...Trying to calm our mutual nervousness...

She pulled out a notepad and began writing like mad after I told her I was an artist and wanted to draw some tattoos of my dead dogs. Everytime I mentioned my dead dogs she laughed, so I did it randomly and even accused her of having been sent by the late Bubba to make me shut up about it and smile...I am also fluent in crazy woman talk,

Her music was actually refreshing...The same stuff I liked in high school, before my life went to shit...I gave her space while I did some prepping for my overnight trip to mom's the next morning...popped in on her to chit chat, swapped stories, swapped info (we didn't even know each other's names until this point) and holy crap! It's about 4am, I have to shovel the properties before guests (my entire extended family) show up for Christmas Eve...

I told her she was welcome to stay the night or I could drive her home...She wanted to stay...I gave her some blankets and laid out the dead dog's brand new leather futon and told her I was gonna go to bed, and if she wanted to climb in bed with me to be carefull not to stick her ass in my junk or I would want to fuck....

She said, and I quote "That's what I was gonna do." And, she did...

Hellbetty, with her one angel wing tattoo on her passengerside shoulderblade , mischievous junkie smile, and her 88 degree F inner ear temperature (I checked her for hypothermia and needle tracks)...she climbed right in and I will let the reader here fill in the blanks using pages of the "50 Shades..." book that she had in her bag...

I must have lost every ounce of willpower and as proof, a raw-dogging ensued...Hopefully, when I get health insurance in a few months I test negative for stuff...She tripped every damn trigger...

So, I went AWOL on GMOW and brought home a streetwalker for Christmas, watched her bust her ass lawsuit-style on my porch right before her brother the doctor (verified) picked her up at my house, before I shoveled, and drove a couple hours to my moms...Took her out to my favorite restaurant, watched a beatiful sunset, she named my candle "The Fireplace", and I put the lotion on it's skin...

The most fucked up thing is, I kinda like her...The most honest, down to earth woman I have ever met...Kind of a horror comedy porno that could only be extended by the powers of God himself...I hope she can turn herself around...

I hope I can turn myself around...

Questions? Comments? Moderation? Banning? I ain't skeered...It is what it is...

Just figured I'd share...dammit...

"A disturbing tale, well told."
- Journal of Hitchhike Survivors

"A harrowing story of one man's descent into a toothless hell."
- MethLab Monthly

"Gripping."
- Masturbation Weekly

"No discernable cause of death."
- Coroner's Report

I have to ask...........did you wear a condom?

Originally Posted by Unboxxed

"A disturbing tale, well told."
- Journal of Hitchhike Survivors

"A harrowing story of one man's descent into a toothless hell."
- MethLab Monthly

"Gripping."
- Masturbation Weekly

"No discernable cause of death."
- Coroner's Report

Showed this comment to my friends...BEAUTIFUL!

Sorry you read it all...

Originally Posted by EternalBachelor

I have to ask...........did you wear a condom?

Nope...

Believe it or not, I don't know if that's what worries me the most now...

I'll be getting tested in a few months...My life is pretty fucked up right now and I'd rather not know...

I never claimed to be a role model though....

Sorry that you read all that.

Amazing story bro !

I know from rehabs how cool the addict chicks can be , you just never meet something like that in real life . They do not have anything to be cocky about anymore, seen some real life and know how to fuck because hard drugs teach you that .

And you know that MGTOW is not about not fucking women but rather knowing the consequences and not complaining later .

I can just feel it that the STD part fucks up all the after party ...But my grand dad died in the 2 World War and didnt complain a word about it .

Thanks for taking time to post it , it got me distracted from some weird anxiety today .

Originally Posted by Alik Sakharov

Amazing story bro !

I know from rehabs how cool the addict chicks can be , you just never meet something like that in real life . They do not have anything to be cocky about anymore, seen some real life and know how to fuck because hard drugs teach you that .

And you know that MGTOW is not about not fucking women but rather knowing the consequences and not complaining later .

I can just feel it that the STD part fucks up all the after party ...But my grand dad died in the 2 World War and didnt complain a word about it .

Thanks for taking time to post it , it got me distracted from some weird anxiety today .

I'm not going to be complaining. I own my actions. Glad you get it. I don't touch the hard stuff, never have...But, I've been around it enough to know how to tame the snake...

I hope this doesn't become an extreme sport/ new hobby...

Originally Posted by Malinois

Nope...

Believe it or not, I don't know if that's what worries me the most now...

I'll be getting tested in a few months...My life is pretty fucked up right now and I'd rather not know...

I never claimed to be a role model though....

Sorry that you read all that.

You acted like a provider.

Gave her a ride.
Gave her clothes.
Gave her a place to stay (at least for the night).
Gave her company.
Gave her sex.

What did she give you? You didn't want to know.

If they need a provider, of course they will act down to earth. Acting like a bitch will quickly repel any man.

Originally Posted by Wallabe

You acted like a provider.

Gave her a ride.
Gave her clothes.
Gave her a place to stay (at least for the night).
Gave her company.
Gave her sex.

What did she give you? You didn't want to know.

If they need a provider, of course they will act down to earth. Acting like a bitch will quickly repel any man.

That is a very level-headed commentary, really...You touch on some pretty critical ideas...

She was almost to her destination when I offered her a ride but, like me needed a distraction...I will admit to being a provider in as much as I would have you perhaps. A humanitarian gesture with no strings attached as long as I knew I held the upper hand mentally and physically...Which I did...

It was a very odd set of circumstances...

I think we both needed company, too.

She has since tried a few shit-tests...I shoot them down and call her out...I liked the playfulness...

It does seem to be fading for a handful of legitimate reasons, and I'm fine with it...

All good things come to an end and none of us are getting out of here alive anyways

It's VERY slim pickins around here and I'm stuck here for at least another year...

I didn't realize that the condition of my own personal mental/ emotional health was this out of whack...

I thank you for insight and concern, I think being brought up bluepill is a disease similar to alcoholism...I really do lack a solid support system and temptation presented itself.

I ... have no words ... but this was a fun read, so I'll give you that haha.

Originally Posted by Malinois

Nope...

Believe it or not, I don't know if that's what worries me the most now...

I'll be getting tested in a few months...My life is pretty fucked up right now and I'd rather not know...

I never claimed to be a role model though....

Sorry that you read all that.

.........I was thinking more along the lines of the risk of a "Little Malinois" being delivered in 9 months.

The most fucked up thing is, I kinda like her...The most honest, down to earth woman I have ever met...Kind of a horror comedy porno that could only be extended by the powers of God himself...I hope she can turn herself around...

She has since tried a few shit-tests...I shoot them down and call her out...I liked the playfulness...

So you're continuing contact with her? You're responding to her shit tests? I do hope you've not fallen for her....you sound like her knight in shining armour.

Never mind STDs, you can get (most of) those sorted down at the clap clinic. Junkies can get pregnant.

Please rescue yourself as quickly as possible.

I took in a Junkie for a bit, too. I was living in Fortitude Valley, paid this girl for sex a couple of times. But occasionally after that, if business was slow I'd just invite her in to crash for a bit. I had an air conditioner. Not a very good one- it didn't dehumidify properly and left the air clammy, but better than Brisbane heat. She was just another trainwreck on the game. God knows there was no shortage of 'em.

Originally Posted by Aintdealingwithyoshit

I ... have no words ... but this was a fun read, so I'll give you that haha.

Thank you, I had to share it with you guys...

Originally Posted by CultVoid

So you're continuing contact with her? You're responding to her shit tests? I do hope you've not fallen for her....you sound like her knight in shining armour.

Never mind STDs, you can get (most of) those sorted down at the clap clinic. Junkies can get pregnant.

Please rescue yourself as quickly as possible.

Yeah, that's the one I'm more worried about than the STDs...and the dealer ex boyfriend whom I think has been footing her bail and bills...

My history has repeated itself upon further reflection...Wow, I need to really get to the bottom of something...

The angle that she has brought up, the designated role she wants me to fill is a chump role..."safe friend" so she can get out of her bro's house once in a while...I'm not exactly playing along 😁

Originally Posted by Malinois

Yeah, that's the one I'm more worried about than the STDs...and the dealer ex boyfriend whom I think has been footing her bail and bills...

My history has repeated itself upon further reflection...Wow, I need to really get to the bottom of something...

The angle that she has brought up, the designated role she wants me to fill is a chump role..."safe friend" so she can get out of her bro's house once in a while...I'm not exactly playing along 

It doesnt sound wrong , does it ? But in this backward world it is

Originally Posted by Alik Sakharov

It doesnt sound wrong , does it ? But in this backward world it is

Ain't that the truth, brother!

I've discussed her with a few friends already and notably, the married ones actually encouraged me to look past her gi-normous baggage and keep her! Like wtf? They obviously have know idea about the kinds of demons that this woman can harbor...

It's interesting to see how they project their inner chump onto me...Even going so far as to say "maybe she's the one".

Excuse me while I puke in my mouth and go wash my junk again...lol

This little deviation has stirred up more learning experiences. And, I know it is valuable to this group of bros...Even if it is Alik or Sir Wombat with the tenured advice...

Originally Posted by Malinois

That is a very level-headed commentary, really...You touch on some pretty critical ideas...

She was almost to her destination when I offered her a ride but, like me needed a distraction...I will admit to being a provider in as much as I would have you perhaps. A humanitarian gesture with no strings attached as long as I knew I held the upper hand mentally and physically...Which I did...

It was a very odd set of circumstances...

I think we both needed company, too.

She has since tried a few shit-tests...I shoot them down and call her out...I liked the playfulness...

It does seem to be fading for a handful of legitimate reasons, and I'm fine with it...

All good things come to an end and none of us are getting out of here alive anyways

It's VERY slim pickins around here and I'm stuck here for at least another year...

I didn't realize that the condition of my own personal mental/ emotional health was this out of whack...

I thank you for insight and concern, I think being brought up bluepill is a disease similar to alcoholism...I really do lack a solid support system and temptation presented itself.

I can understand your situation. We all want companies at times. Just try to realize she's in it for her own advantage and agenda too.

It does suck when there's little choice and you don't have a support system.

Just remember, as men, naturally we want someone who we like and doesn't cause us grief. Women want a provider. In this case, she was probably desperate too and you were good enough for now, until she can lock onto a better provider. It's always about relative upgrades. Meaning that if she's poor, she'll gladly take an low or average income guy. If she's middle class, she'll want a rich guy. If she's from rich family, she's only going to want someone no less than her dad's. In other words, you're not going to see Ivanka Trump begging for a guy if she happens to be single.

Originally Posted by Wallabe

I can understand your situation. We all want companies at times. Just try to realize she's in it for her own advantage and agenda too.

It does suck when there's little choice and you don't have a support system.

Just remember, as men, naturally we want someone who we like and doesn't cause us grief. Women want a provider. In this case, she was probably desperate too and you were good enough for now, until she can lock onto a better provider. It's always about relative upgrades. Meaning that if she's poor, she'll gladly take an low or average income guy. If she's middle class, she'll want a rich guy. If she's from rich family, she's only going to want someone no less than her dad's. In other words, you're not going to see Ivanka Trump begging for a guy if she happens to be single.

While in reality Ivanka is average at best and would have to pay me like 350 daddy`s dollars for me to bother to fuck her .

Originally Posted by Wallabe

I can understand your situation. We all want companies at times. Just try to realize she's in it for her own advantage and agenda too.

It does suck when there's little choice and you don't have a support system.

Just remember, as men, naturally we want someone who we like and doesn't cause us grief. Women want a provider. In this case, she was probably desperate too and you were good enough for now, until she can lock onto a better provider. It's always about relative upgrades. Meaning that if she's poor, she'll gladly take an low or average income guy. If she's middle class, she'll want a rich guy. If she's from rich family, she's only going to want someone no less than her dad's. In other words, you're not going to see Ivanka Trump begging for a guy if she happens to be single.

Spot on, bro!

I don't think I'll be hearing from her anymore. I told her she was a shitty texter last night, broad seriously cannot EVEN...

I told her I wanted to fuck and she backed off...Like bitch, huh? We fucked first night we met, someone else must be smashing it now...Yet she said maybe, and I told her she was cute trying to rope me in for chump work by leading me on for sex...

Eitherway, I don't care what she does...She has her own problems and she knows where I stand on most things...If she wants something from me I'm gonna expect compensation...Gnomesayin'?

She came from a poor up bringing but, she got knocked up from a higher class dude in high school...And she's gonna want to live a little higher on the hog than I like just cuz most broads do...

Yeah, this is why I don't hire or do booty calls, cuz I caught feelz...She reminds me of the song from Rancid, "Dope Sick Girl"...

Lots of rich girls will fuck lower, as long as it pisses off her daddy just right...But, they will never go back in lifestyle, like Chris Rock says.

Poor girls want to get married and rich girls want to flirt...I ain't footing the bill for either...But, I will buy a $30 bottle of vodka and waste a few hours of my time wrestling...I need to stock up on rubbers...