MGTOW since the start of 2016, deleted all of the silly "dating" apps.

One of the original events that redpilled me was being accused of assault by a woman at a tailgate during homecoming of my sophomore year of college. It was a bigger tailgate, maybe 20 or so people, the weather was terrible, pouring rain and nobody was really prepared for it. I had never gotten along with my buddy's "girlfriend," she was playing him because his family had a little bit of money, I remember the first time I met her. She showed up with a group of other low rent bimbos and the first words out of her mouth when she saw a big boat and a nice house was, "omg is that a boat, who owns it" and she had a gaze locked on my friend's wallet from the start. She never actually treated him right, and was using him for free meals basically, she never even kissed him but she had him tight around her finger to the point where he thought he was dating her. We all tried to tell him that she was a stupid, low rent, gold digging bimbo, and that she already had a boyfriend that was also playing college football 3 hours away, ironically at like an NAIA or some other very low level school, whereas my friend was a D1 player. So she senses that none of his friends like her, and are trying to stop her meal ticket, and she takes a hard stance against us.

Just a little pertinent info about me, boxed/played baseball as a kid, wrestled in highschool, and had a good run as an amateur MMA fighter before choosing school over trying to go pro and dedicating my life. I'm also fairly tall and was in very good shape at the time. I'm a capable enough fighter, this is relevant to the story.

Back to the tailgate, it's raining, everybody is having a good time. For some reason, something in my gut was telling me not to drink at the time, so I didn't. This surprised my friends because I had a reputation of getting trashed at the Saturday at noon tailgates, much less a homecoming evening game. So I'm not drinking, just relaxing, I get up and go pee, take the umbrella with me as it is still pouring. I get back to the tailgate and go to put the umbrella away, outside of the canopy while still in the pouring rain mind you. The umbrella slips back over the notch and pops open and gets water on this bimbo bitch thats standing in the pouring rain already. She flips the fuck out, she was unhinged, mentally unstable already, and was looking for a reason to go off. Found out later she had attacked her boyfriend that played for the shitty school at least 3 different times. So she starts trying to swing at me, I just keep backing up and eventually grab her wrists and ask her to calm down that I didn't mean it and that I'm not going to fight her. BTW there are 15 dudes at this tailgate that think its funny and are just laughing at it, another problem with society, its funny when frail stupid women try to hit men, but I literally could have been just too rough holding her hands down and people would have judged me or attempted to fight me in her place. But I am strongly against hitting women, for reasons I will explain shortly, so I wasn't even aggressively holding her hands, or even blocking her attempted groin knees by doing anything other than turning sideways, until she calmed down, I let her go and she immediately started trying to swing again, to which I responded by slowly jogging around a car until she gave up. She leaves, still upset, I think it's over. It's nowhere near over.

So I am strongly against hitting women in most situations because I grew up in a home where I saw my dad, who was mentally unstable for a time put my mother in the hospital. He was arrested and spent a few months in jail, but he got right in the head and hasn't repeated the behavior since, going on 15 years. Anyways I probably had to witness my mom taking a hit or two every other night for about a year before he finally snapped and nearly beat her to death. I come from a family that had a lot of drug problems, that had a culture of having children at 16 and living in poverty, they say it's a cycle, but honestly everytime I saw some fucked up shit as a kid I was like, "well fuck _____, I don't need to try that, I need to do the opposite of that shit."

So I wouldn't have hit her no matter what. I calm down, I start drinking, which was a mistake, I have about 6 beers, if I had been drinking all day I would have been fucked. 2 grey shirt (people with gpa's too low to be allowed to play, essentially knuckle dragging monkeys) football players show up to white knight on her behalf, she told them that I had beat her into the ground or something over text. At this point I'm ready to throw down, we're all about the same size even though there's 2 of them I was about to take every bit of anger I had for this whole situation out on them. I guess luckily the other people from the tailgate separate us and explain to them what had actually happened and that they were being played by this bimbo. I think everything's over but remain on high alert (stopped drinking) as I'm sure this CRAZY vindictive bitch is probably going to try to send others, I had heard her boyfriend from the Division 4 football school was on the way. To my surprise the next person to pull up was her white trash mother, who was in my weight class (big fat bitch) and now trying to fight me. The aforementioned bimbo had told her boyfriend, who had called her mother. Her mother was irate and not listening to anyone there, when it became apparent to her that the other 20 people there were not going to allow her to fight me, I would have probably have hiptossed her and held her down, I wouldn't punch her, but this big fat bitch posed more of a threat than her tiny daughter.

Her daughter never intended for the story to get to her mother, she was just trying to get her friends to fight me. Her mother goes to the police, who believed her story over mine instantly, even though this happened 4 hours ago at this point and the big fat bitch was not even there when this happened. Now I'm a pro police person at the time, and still am, but I was treated unfairly in the beginning. I get pulled to some mobile police station even though I was complying and willingly walking with them, I guess campus police don't get the chance to get physical a lot. As we get into the details of each of our stories it becomes clear to the police that something is fishy with their story and they shift to a neutral stance. In confidence I proudly proclaim, "go talk to anybody over there that saw the event, they will tell you my side of the story." Unfortunately, almost all of my 20 year old friends had bailed thinking the police would be concerned with their alcohol consumption. So the police come back and tell me there's no one that saw the event over there, I think I'm fucked. When my one best friend shows up and corroborates my side of the story, even though he was innebriated and also 20, he stuck with me. The bimbo shows up to give her statement and the bitch was not even smart enough to fight club herself (beat herself up), she didn't have a scratch on her, and mind you I'm a 225 lb MMA fighter at the time.

The police pretty much dismiss the assault claims on the scene, but they do decide to breathalyze me. This is why I'm glad I didn't drink heavily that day, I blew a 0.02, and they let me go. I think they could have arrested me regardless, but I do believe there is a 0.02 rule for minors in my state or something but idrk. The police just basically tell me to GTFO of the parking lot and to avoid contact with the bimbo, done and fucking gladly.

I go on with my life, one cosmic good that resulted from it was that the bimbo got dumped by my friend hardcore, she got dumped by her fucking friends too, people knew she was a piece of shit. However, rumor circulated to some acquaintances and I was getting Facebook messages and texts asking me if I really beat up a girl. Then about 2 weeks after everything, I get an email from some discipline house or some shit asking me to come in, but they cant tell me any of the details of why they want me to come in. Turns out I was in for 6 months of giving the same interview and account, and bothering friends from the tailgate to dress nice come in and give their accounts, 6 fucking months of being stressed out and losing sleep, and the whole time the bitch was barely pursuing the case, she would barely answer their phone calls or emails, which made it take longer. But the university was so concerned with making sure she hadn't been wronged, that they fucking went after me with or without her. In the end, she didn't even show up to the big trial, I was declared innocent, and I got to find out about some details of the case that I didn't know. They had interviewed the cop from the case, and I got to see the police report filed, and I got to see the cop's statement about the event where he said something along the lines of, "I have no reason to believe A assaulted B in any way. B had no physical signs and her story was very inconsistent" They had this statement from the cop on the scene from the very start and this Kangaroo court still pursued me for 6 months.

Sometimes I joke and say I wish I had at least gotten to fucking lay her the fuck out if I knew I was going to have to go through months and months of bullshit for it either way. I never would, but it's nice to imagine.

Cosmic justice afterwards, she got dumped by the D5 football player, she actually did end up hitting the gym a lot and dyed her hair blonde, she upped her gold digging game, unfortunately she was still an unstable mental midget. I'm not going to name the team per say but it might not be hard to figure out, she ended up infiltrating the RB Squad of a nearby NFL team, she thought she was slick and about to get an 8 figure bun in the oven from one of them, unfortunately for her, her gold digging game is transparent, the 2-4 guys passed her around for a few days and then dumped her ass, no babies for her. I hear one high profile guy still fucks her when shes in town, and she still has her hopes up but at this point I really dont think he's going to fuck up and knock her up as she's just a bi-annual penicillin shot to him.

Cosmic evil they brought on their team, they went from being in the playoffs every year to having a very bad losing record the next year after this bitch infected the RB squad with whatever diseases she had. She never finished school and her only hope in life is that the guy will fuck up one night and put a bun in the oven.

A bimbo bitch was able to accomplish several things with a false assault claim: 1. Attack me with no repercussions 2. Easily send 2 very large white knights to fight me with a doctored story that had no hint of proof 3. Easily manipulate her boyfriend into driving 3 hours to fight me' 4. Having her fat bitch mother attempt to attack me without even having spoken with her daughter 5. Police believe her, aggressive with me, I was guilty until innocent 6. Harm my reputation when the made up story circulated 7. 6 FUCKING MONTHS OF KANGAROO FUCKING COURT OFF OF A HALF ASSED COMPLAINT FILED 8. Ruined my entire sophomore year with 0 consequences for her entirely bogus claim

Now I generally have just tried to put this shit behind me, but it's fucked up that a girl can derail my life for 6 months with a made up accusation.

The reason I bring it up now is because recently a girl from my past that I used to be interested in messaged me out of the blue. Note this soon to be ironic bit of information, almost immediately after the "Hey" she sent me, and the "new phone who dis" I sent her, she brings up MMA and how I used to fight, keep this noted. So we text for a while and she is like extremely interested in me for some reason, I don't text her back quickly or convey much interest. She asks me to dinner, I go, breaking perfect MGTOW of 18 or so months. She is really nervous and instantly head over heels, I am relaxed and don't really give a shit. I guess things go well, since the shit happened in 2014 with the Kangaroo court bimbo I have been redpilled pretty hard, and this girl was in a Masters program for a very low paying field, typical right? She was trying to hide it or turn being a hardcore leftist into a joke. So I didn't particularly see a future from the get go, but I was going along with it. Talked for a few hours, she clearly wanted a kiss at the end of the night but I passed. We arranged a second meeting, for which at this point I really didn't want to go, but agreed. I enjoyed the conversations, especially being able to look at dating from a different angle. Women really do like guys that don't give a shit whether the date went South and ended any second, or whether I ever talked to her again, also I was pretty disinterested in sex which changes the dynamic of dating entirely. In my past I was a penis-brained hormone driven typical male that probably came off as desperate to get laid in dates. However the second date/meeting/whatever it was goes South, I can tell she is placing landmines occasionally, I didn't care to step on each of them whether it was just to push her buttons or because I actually did vote for Trump. Either way, at some point she asks me why I was interested in fighting at one point, I had noticed that she was relentless prying about MMA at this point, and every time she asked about it I just kind of shrugged it off. I'm not a hardass that walks around like the biggest swinging dick in the room and threatens everyone else because I think I'm some Billy Badass, I don't actually like talking about MMA or fighting that much, especially breaking down the reasons why I did it. So I basically just give in and give her a bullshit answer that couldn't be further from the truth, "I like adrenaline" or some shit, and then she drops another landmine that I didn't even recognize, I thought she was just exercising her Kindergarten level flirting abilities when she kept saying shit like, "I could beat you up" "I will punch/kick you", to which I generically responded "Nuh Uh" "whatever, I can punch/kick" harder. Harmless, right? I thought so, I didn't really give a shit to begin with.

So not one minute after getting home, I get a long text about how she has dated an MMA fighter before, and that he hit her, and she passive aggressively implies that she is worried that I might be violent as well. I wasn't sure if she was serious at first, I was so carefree and relaxed in every exchange, literally too-fucked-up-on-edibles-level of being sank into the booth (I wasn't high, nor do I actively consume weed, but I hadn't been that level of just chilling in a chair for hours without moving since I had eaten gummy bears from Colorado) at the restaurant, I was straight chilling. Once I find out that she's serious, I should have just not replied, but instead for some reason I went on a long rant about how what I said about punching harder wasn't serious and I didn't fight for adrenaline rush etc.

I realized I was desperately trying to vindicate myself to a girl that I was not interested in to begin with. When I am the last fucking person in the world that should be passive aggressively accused of being a potential woman beater. I figured I'd share my experience and frustration with a few like minded people. It felt nice to type a fucking book while venting about how unfairly men are treated in Domestic Violence/simple assault cases when it's a man's word versus a woman's word, about how much power and how many layers of shit a woman can put an innocent man through with a made up story, and then about how all men are potential abusers/rapists.

TL/DR: I got accused of assault once by a woman, when I was the one actually assaulted. I never hit her and basically absorbed several strikes from her only to have her send people after me to beat me up, send police after me, put me through a Kangaroo court for 6 months, and soil my good name. I'm actually against men hitting women in many cases where they aren't in any real danger of physical harm, I'm not meaning to sound white knightish. Recently stopped MGTOW to go on a date with an old interest, where I was accused of being a potential physical abuser, pretty ironically I might add.

Resolution: Stick with MGTOW for a very long time, people from your past that you used to like generally don't even turn out to be that great or worth it once you've lost the infatuation you've had with them.