I went through an extremely stressful 6 months at my job for having the daring of rejecting the advances of a single mother. White girl, brunette, 5'6, 135 lbs, about 28 yrs, 1 biracial son aged 3. On the looks scale, I would give her a 5-6 range. Not a bad look to bust a nut right? Not! Girl was a real catch though:

-Jailbird baby daddy! Check. -Living with Mommy and step-daddy! Check. -Drug addiction and criminal antecedents! Check -Did I forget high school drop-out! Check. - How can I forget broke, all the time...Check. - Favorite past time: Shopping! Check.

I guess, there is an unspoken law out there that "brothers" will smash anything that look like a female, especially if she is a " Becky!" Right! I guess she figured that I would be yet another thirsty sucker happy enough to get some pussy merely on the fact that well, " brothers like them white girl and everybody know it."

Well, not me! I like my job, I make good money, and I was not really going to deal with a girl who comes to work smelling like weed. I got standards you see. You need to be able to at least spell your first name and count up to 10 without using your fingers! You see brothers, I am not very demanding!

Needless to say the girl was not very appreciative of my nonchalant attitude. How can a " Brother" like me dare to ignore a "trophy" that most black guys would probably die for. As a punishment for my sins, she became pretty " unfriendly " towards me. - She complained to the managers that I was unprofessional, rude, and not a team worker. Interestingly enough, I had been working for the company for 7 years, she had just joined us about 6 months before thanks to her connection with one of the managers who himself was a recovering alcoholic! She would insinuate things to my co-workers; that I was after her, touching her, harassing her, and asking her out!

Back then though, I was not in any way of shape aware of the redpill, but my survivalist instinct told me to keep my interactions with this crazy broke b..tch to the absolute minimum. I stayed away from her, no chitchat, no banters. Always kept it short and professional, all the time. Internally though I was quite shaken a bit. I am a bit of a playful and joking type. I would even add up flirty. I like to crack up joke and make everyone laugh even in extreme tense and stressful situations. This bitch fucked my mood up! Until she quit.

What a relief, not only for me but for for a lot of people. The manager that had brought her along had moved on to another company, and, he did the charitable thing of taking his burden away with him on his way out. Thank you boss!

She had tried for 6 months to " metoo" a brother, any brothers! I was the chosen one I guess. Nice well educated black man with his life in order, no kids, nice ride, his own 2 bedroom apartment, and a stable well paying job. I had to pay for the damaged committed by the other men she had chosen to sleep with, experiment drugs with, and land in jail for. I had to come to work stressed and almost scared because I had dared to have standards in a society that prones mediocrity and unaccountability. To her merit though, it is virtually impossible to " metoo" a bum ass heroin dealer locked up in jail, right. So, go after the Men who are trying to make something out of themselves. They shall pay in any shape or form!

Well, I am doing alright these days, redpilled as ever, " almost MGTOWed". No girlfriends, but once in a while I fuck them and move on.