A modern MGTOW story

Written by ThePenitentMan38

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Actually, there was only one woman; it was the same woman five years apart. Just hear me out:

Years ago, I was working 2nd shift in a warehouse in Northern California. I was a new hire and the man who trained me was a nice guy. We got along well. At the end of our shift on a Friday night, we went to a bar across the street and had a beer. There the man proceeded to tell me the story of a banker, as follows:

A woman went to a banker in California and asked for a loan of $10,000. She offered a house as collateral. It was a nice house and everything seemed in order, and the banker made the loan. But, alas, the whole thing was a scam. The house did not exist and the woman just vanished. The banker was crushed, banging his head on the wall for his own stupidity. Five years later, as incredible as it might seem, the same woman came to the banker and asked for another loan of , not $10,000, or $20,000…but a whopping $100,000! This time, instead of a house, she offered him an 8X10 storage shed as collateral. Furthermore, the shed was not located in California, but 3,000 miles away in New Jersey. She did give him a 3X3 photo of the shed and went on to inform him: “If you refuse me, I am going to cry.”

The man turned to me, looked me in my eyes and said, “Any banker with half a brain would say no, even to a crying woman. Wouldn’t you agree?” I nodded my head in agreement.

As it turned out, the story of the banker was a metaphor based on a true story. The man told me that five years ago, he met a woman and fell in love. He was a young man of 25, raised in a conservative family. His head was full of imageries of chivalry and honor in relationship with women. He even considered dating two women at the same time as cheating. Then the woman monkey-branched on him. Instead of drying up and blowing away, as society expected, he blew up on her, accusing her of selfishness and deceit. She countered that he was “too extreme”, referring to his singular devotion to her. The breakup was acrimonious. He recounted years later that the acrimony in the breakup was his biggest regret. He realized now what he considered chivalry and honor were nothing but the actions of a needy simp, in the eyes of today’s women.

Then five years later, the incredible happened: He received a text message from the woman. She told him that she was now divorced with a child and lived in New Jersey. She also sent him a picture of her with her kid. She now looked 50 pounds heavier and with a toddler. Out of curiosity, he replied, expressing sympathy and regret on her divorce and asked about her child. He acted as if they were just long lost friends. She asked if he was married, and he replied “no”, truthfully. The text exchanges went on for a few days. He never referred to their past, asking about nothing but the well being of her child. The woman seemed to catch the drift and became desperate. She stated outright that she was now available and asked him to come visit, and if he refused, she was going to cry. He replied he couldn’t do that because he now had a lady friend, whose company he enjoyed very much. That was his last message.

The “lady friend” was just half-truth. The man told me that he did have a lady friend but the relationship never progressed past the friendship stage. But he was leery of re-starting romance with a woman who monkey-branched on him five years ago, now 50 pounds heavier with a toddler, and 3,000 miles away on the other coast. If he took up the offer, he would be more stupid than the banker. I nodded my head in agreement vigorously.

For a long time, we sat in silence, basking in the glow of male camaraderie. I had my share of woman trouble myself and we both knew what a monkey-branching woman can do to a man’s psyche. We both agreed that for some men, romance is best left to novelists and scriptwriters.

We sat until closing time. A light drizzle was falling. I offered to drive the man home, but he refused. He said he lived only a block away and preferred to walk home. As I watched the man vanishing into the drizzling night, I thought about the banker. I thought he did the right thing, even to a crying woman…

Bless me, Father, for I have simp'd--ThePenitentMan38