I see that the slob Futrelle is still at it, using any comment he can to take potshots at my and other androsphere blogs. I don’t know who’s paying him, but he’s making a career out of being a feminist guttersnipe, so might as well have a little fun with him and his halfwit readers.
Turns out one of his commenters is in pain – deep psychic pain – because he got rejected by a Chinese girl.
The guy is named Andrew Johnston, and runs a site called “Kingdom of Sharks” where he begs Chinese (girls) to get in touch with him. Andrew is a white guy, and he really, really likes Chinese girls. Nothing wrong with that – Chinese girls have plenty of admirable qualities – but this guy takes it to another level. Actually, he takes it so far that one could call Mr. Johnston a “stalker” without exaggerating.
Let’s take a look at his obsession with the object of his desire:
Why I Can’t (Quite) Move On
I’d like to get personal for a moment. This may come across as self-indulgent, but the way I see it, it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want with it.
I’ve tried to keep the details of this between me and a few other people for a while now, but since I’m trying to make a clean start here I feel like I should put it out in the open. Some of this you may be familiar with the basics – I just realized while I was writing this that it’s been one year since I first wrote on this topic (and about half a year since the follow-up), which is also around the point where everything started to go to hell. I’ve certainly touched upon it before, but now that some time has passed I’d like to delve into the details. Bear with me.
As many of you know, I was in a relationship with a woman who went by Audrey Huang. She was unlike anyone I’ve ever been with, and I was ready to marry her. I was going through the steps to bring her over here so we could be together. It was a slow process, but I was working my way through it.
And then, one day, she was gone. There was one terse message telling me that she was strong enough without me, and that was it. I never heard from her again. One day we had a future, the next day it was vapor.
You know, it strikes me as ironic, but not the least bit surprising, that a guy who posts on Manboobz’ site is chasing foreign women. It might be one thing if the women were chasing him and he were simply weighing his options near and far, but obviously this isn’t the case — “Audrey” dumped his sorry ass after he’d promised to bless her with his hand in marriage. Andrew wasn’t picking and choosing, but rather being weighed and judged and found wanting.
Ouch.
So what does Andy do? Why, what any guy who got rejected by a long-distance girlfriend would — he spends months trying to track her down online:
So I’ve spent the last two months trying to find her, and there’s not much I haven’t tried in pursuit of that goal. I reached out to her friends and family, but either they didn’t know anything or wouldn’t tell me. I started reaching out to anyone I thought might have some connection to her – people who worked for the same companies, people who came from her hometown or who were there presently (she had spoken about going back there). When that didn’t work, I went to QQ and started posting everything I knew about her in the hopes that someone I hadn’t thought of might have seen her. I dug through old pictures and emails (opening a few wounds in the process) for any information I might have missed. I paid for international calls to her number and the numbers of several people who might have known her. I searched for people with similar names, finding dozens of others and feeling my heart leap every single time. In a moment of desperation, I even sent a letter to her last workplace in the vain hopes that someone there might have something to tell me.
Every effort failed. After two months, I’ve tried everything I can imagine, save a few options that would be going much too far. She’s gone.
Except…she’s not gone. I keep close tabs on the traffic that leads here – the subscription spam has made it difficult to track my legit traffic, so I watch this thing carefully. Shortly after Audrey cut me off, I started getting views through a VPN – the kind of thing used by people in the PRC to get around government censorship. Ever since then, I’ve been receiving regular hits from that same person at least once a month, sometimes more. Now, I don’t have definitive proof that those hits are from Audrey, but no one else from that part of the world has ever taken any interest in what I write. Audrey did. I can’t help but feel that she’s been watching me this whole time (Incidentally, I hope that whomever is watching will consider contacting me, if only to clear things up).
Creepy…
Why did Audrey reject the Manboobz regular? The following may offer a clue:
What you have to realize is that while I was unemployed, I felt terrible most days. Audrey was really the one ray of sunshine I had. She was such a sunny, positive person, and I felt infinitely better any day she contacted me, even if she had nothing in particular to say. When she stopped talking, that light went out. I never realized how much I depended on that.
Good going Audrey. The guy was not only unemployed, but a mangina as well. The former might be excusable if there were ameliorating circumstances, but not the latter, even if it means a visa to the USA, which has obvious, huge benefits to a Chinese woman.
I’d like to congratulate Audrey on her good judgment, and refusal to stoop to such a low level as to shack up with the kind of guy who posts on David Futrelle’s website. Score one for Chinese women. But really, even a woman in the most desperate of circumstances would have to think long and hard about shacking up with Andrew Johnston.
Which leads me to the final lesson:
If you love a woman and want her to love you back, the last man you want to listen to is David Futrelle. Futrelle to a normal woman is like naphtha to moths — he will drive them away in sickness. Maybe Andrew Johnston has some time to figure this out. I hope so, but first he’ll have to purge himself from any and all association with Manboobz, and stop being such a whiny little putz.
I’d recommend reading Heartiste, Dalrock and Roosh for starters, and then perusing other androsphere blogs. We manosphere types may be hated by David Futrelle and assorted feminists (largely fat lesbians), but we certainly aren’t lacking for female companionship.
Andrew, I can guarantee you one thing: Audrey is making sweet love to a man who is not ashamed of being masculine. She is enjoying it, and she laughs at your limp affection and beta entreaties. She tells him about you, and he laughs a deep, dismissive laugh, then has sex with her. You are the butt of their jokes. As she submits to his masculinity, she breathes a sigh of relief that she didn’t screw up and attach herself to a pathetic mangina like you, and then enjoys the deep, penetrating pleasures of being treated like a real woman.
If you care about her, you will be happy for her pleasure, move on, and leave her alone.
And for the love of God, stop being such a creepy stalker already!
