A Silent Supporter

Hey everyone, new guy here, and I thought I’d share some thoughts at the request of a friend who recommended I do so. I’m not necessarily a proponent of MGTOW; rather, I’m someone who simply understands where it stems from. As such, I also want to share some insights from my perspective - that of a reasonably accomplished suitor.

Preface:

I’m still (by social standards) a young guy, aged 29, who has by any modern measurement, been EXTREMELY lucky with women. All throughout high school (I grew up in small town Canada), I was mocked by my peers and called a “fag”, probably because I never made a confident nor conscious effort to approach women by any means. I was chastised, bullied, made fun of, and was even told by one teacher that I’d “never amount to anything”. At the age of 17, I met my father for the first time, and was invited to live in his house in Ottawa for a brief period during the continuation of my academic career. This change would spur on a new sense of confidence and charisma; one where I felt comfortable enough to be myself without fear of mockery by my peers in a city filled with people I didn’t know.

The following statistics and statements are not written down to be braggadocios, rather, to give you an example of the extensive experience I have with members of the opposite sex, and why I came to feel the way I now do.

Between the ages of 18 - 22 I dated a blonde for 2.5 years, a Japanese girl for 4 months, a Canadian-born Chinese girl for 3 months, a Canadian-born Filipino girl for a month, a petite brunette for a month, a Korean for a month, a knockout black girl for a month, a Chinese girl for 3 months, and then would conveniently stop back into my home town from time to time to ignite short term flings with attractive girls who suddenly had an interest in the new fangled “small town-turned-city boy”. None of these women were 5’s. They were all 7’s and up.

Something had changed within me, and every new, attractive, kinky and unique woman I was with inspired me to walk more briskly, raise my head higher, smile more at random women, and flirt wherever possible.

I should mention, as a tall white guy with dark red hair and blue eyes, attractive Asian women always seem to be hunting me down like I’m rare candy. I (just like any sane straight male with a spine), won’t turn down a relatively easy lay with a gorgeous woman, regardless of race, so please don’t assume that I’m racist or bias.

By 2011, I had upped my game up from 2 women prior to moving to Ottawa, to 21 women prior to moving to Toronto.

Strides were even greater in Toronto. White, black, hispanic, asian, tall, petite, cute, hot, sweet, naughty. Nurses, market analysts, doctors, VP’s of finance, executive assistants, marketers, designers, artists, around the world trips with an international runway model girlfriend, long term, short term, glamour models, local runway models, etc.

China, Japan for a year, England, France, Italy, Jamaica, Mexico, Grand Cayman’s, USA, etc.

I’ve never dealt with a fat chick. Slept with a couple 5’s in my rough patches, but never anyone under average. My number currently sits at 62. Shortest liasons were 4 one night stands, and longest relationship since moving to Toronto was 2 years.

I have the car that I want, I’ve been to the countries I want, I’ve fucked the women I want, eaten the food I want, and gotten the jobs and money I want cause I’ve never let a woman control me.

Here’s where I flip the switch:

I’ve come to a point where the value of sex no longer outweighs the value of dealing with the petty, socially driven, manipulative, cheap, whiny, narcissistic, materialistic, vindictive, self-righteous, tyrannical, temperamental, psychological and emotional roller coasters that are the female race. Speaking from some serious experience: Nothing makes them happy. Ever.

I had an old boss in his 60’s put it eloquently (a handsome millionaire with generous experience with females):

“Women want what they don’t have, always. You can lead and they want you to follow. Follow and they want you to lead. There’s no way to win against crazy.”

I haven’t read the basics of MGTOW, but I can assure you of the following:

• They will use you. Always.
• They will try to drain you.
• They will try to manipulate you.
• They are leeches.
• They are emotional bullies.
• They are psychological bullies.
• They will twist your words.
• They will betray you.
• They will incite revenge on you.
• They will lie to you. Continuously.
• They don’t understand respect.
• They don’t understand honour.
• They don’t understand logic.
• They don’t understand straightforwardness.
• They don’t understand integrity.
• They’re bred from a young age to use, manipulate, and feed on insecurity.
• They’re brilliant actors.
• They do nothing out of kindness. An act is always retained as ammunition.
• They’re sore losers
• They hate logic and reason
• They love female competition/drama
• They hate all other females, despite how friendly they may be
• They use their female friends as social leverage
• They love male attention
• They hate getting old/ugly
• They’re aware of their shortcomings
• They (generally) have zero intent to change/grow
• They know that arguing about nothing wears men out
• They’re always aware of competition
• They hate you for you being aware of male competition
• They always have some shit-tier excuse or justification
• They will play mind tricks, all day, every day, for the rest of their life
• If you are immune to mind tricks, they like you more cause you’re a “challenge”...
• ... Until which time that they realize you’re unbeatable, and crave a real scapegoat to use.
• They’re becoming less materialistic as a whole, but far more popularity-conscious....
• ... which means their narcissistic traits are skyrocketing
• They know that if you don’t want to deal with all that shit, some other poor sap will.

... I could go on and on.

I’ve come to a point where I can see within the first day or two of seeing a woman how she will try to use me or any man. Where I can see what tricks she’ll throw out there in a Hail Mary attempt to reign a man back in to her feedback loop of insanity and manipulation.

Reading them has become a blessing and a curse. On one hand, I can prepare myself for all of them. On the other, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to settle down with one, because I can’t ever submit.

I hate this life I have now. Over the past 5 years, every woman I’ve been with has called me an asshole or a jerk. I don’t want to be remembered as that, however, it’s the only way to be remembered when you’re a man who knows what he wants.

They’re constantly mad for not getting what they want - for not folding into their games. I literally turn my shoulder and walk away when they act out or get on the crazy train to psychoville, and it’s putting me in a situation where I can see how much tolerance they really have for guys who are assertive and don’t play games; frankly, it’s not a lot. If you want them long term, you have to fold, and I’ll never fold, and I’m going to assume nobody here ever would either.

We all know the guys that fold. Kids. Mortgage. Car loans. Student loans. Debt up to their eyeballs, 60 hour weeks for the rest of their lives and wives that tell them what to wear, eat, do, and look at. They don’t live. They merely exist. They’re the guys that called me a “fag” in High School. They’re the guys at your work who mock you. The guys who act like they have their shit together. The guys who cry themselves to sleep at 50 cause they never lived the life we can and do live.

Don’t ever be that guy, but... be prepared to be alone if you don’t become him, or to be changing partners regularly at the very least. It’s a sad fact for any man who has the gall to fight for his kingdom and his dream.

Women feed off their control, they’ll feed off your dreams, and they’ll feed off your ambition, and as a bystander to MGTOW with something to say, I say: Keep up the good work folks. Don’t ever give in... not for anything.

I know I won’t.