I was out with a group of B.P friends. 10 guys, 4 chicks. I slip up, and end up getting pretty drunk with my supposedly good friends from days of yore, complete with reminiscence and a soundtrack of our school days through the 90s. I go back for an after party, ignoring my intuition, which extends into the next day, Everything is going great.

Eventually I head home in a cab, and on the way I get a phone call from a friend. He's going crazy, accusing me of telling him his wife came on to me, and asking me to "just admit it".

Even though the dude is PISSED, I answer "whatever.", and hang up the phone. For all you young whippersnappers, a word of advice: I may need to leave town for a while. Blue pilled guys aren't all skinny soyboys. "Crimes of passion" are a thing.

Red flag 1; the house had several people in it, and the only time I wasn't in view of anyone was when I was draining the weasel, so there was no opportunity for this chick to try anything.

Red flag 2: the dude waited until I left before he accused me of saying those things. If that were me, I would've exploded there and then. If what my accuser said was true.

Red flag 3: he made the accusation, then hung up the phone, meaning he wasn't willing to discuss the matter with me (consumed by the 7 deadly sins).

Red flag 4: I've been in monk mode for over a year, and refrain from being too open with my views, except on here.

Red flag 5: I've had enough shit in my life, they know that. I don't need any more, hence I'm GMOW.

I've ghosted every single one of them, and am now entirely devoted to my krav maga, weights, guitars, drums, and ensuring no one, male or female, fucks with my psyche like this again, even though by comparison it's minuscule.

It's the last straw.

I'm 36 years old. I don't need this puerile bull crap.

If anyone deceitfully accuses you of similar, and I don't really like cursing, then fucking ghost them!