Long time lurker, not much experience with typing things on reddit, so forgive the noobiness.
So I've been reading a lot of RP stuff and listening to heaps of MGTOW vids (as background) but whatever, this post is just to relay my (limited) experiences with women in a secondary school.
So I meet this 0.75 and she's some other sort of cold right, (I'm a slightly awkward kind of guy and maybe I didn't introduce myself and fawn on command or something? Very easy I didn't pick up on a signal, oh and if it's relevant I've been told I'm easy on the eye although I haven't internalised this yet) anyway she's in my staff room one day standing in the middle of the walkway and just fingering her iphone whilst avoiding conversation like the children we teach. So I get the nerve up to say hey and what faculty you from blah blah, smalltalk.edu slash which uni'd'you go to etc and suddenly; enter beast mode. "I teach x y z p q r and s and t oh and w and I got a MASTERS from such and whatever" doesn't mention what in (ashamed of something love?), at this point my supervising teacher gives me a look like, "damn, what just happened?" and all I'm thinking is seriously? I get more love from kids after pushing them through the thorny birth canal that is algebra than this alleged adult colleague is offering me. So I whatev'd the fuck out of there and it seriously bugged me because I'm usually quite personable and get along well with most anyone, but then I put on my red tinted glasses and noticed she had no ring on, was probably late 20's, drives an old beemer (aspirations to status?) and I remembered about the wall and thanked the lucky stars for my eurasian anti-aging genes and extra Y chromosome because my life isn't about to get shitty like hers and in fact, I'm on the motherfucking rise, so put that in your toy pram and stroll it. Oh and one more delicious one fellas, this is, I think, the most glaring example I've ever come across of the XX fickleness with mine own senses: One day, a fellow staffy is telling me how she was giving out $4 book covers for these new textbooks and then got to some students and decided to help them dodge some out of the system, essentially allowing them to steal. I found out because she's confessing to me (I'm the baby of the gang, so maybe she felt unthreatened enough to be honest for a moment or something), whatever, telling me she's thinking of fessing up and trying to sort it out with the head teacher. I didn't know how to handle this or what to say so I just meekly agree. Guess what happens next compadres? The very next day, she's in the staff room going on about 'these naughty kids how dare they, they steal and tricked me out of these covers...' trying to elicit sympathy from supervisor and I and it honestly took every fibre of my being from not calling her out on it on the spot right there. It hurt like a bitch and I'm still not functioning optimally, but thanks for unplugging me redbros, without this perspective I have no idea how I would've interpreted any of that and kept my sanity. Peace.