It's a story you've heard before. And a story you will hear again. It's the twilight years of their twenties.

Some will have built careers, excelled and stood on their own. Some would have done nothing, living off the charity of their parents and the many men they duped into providing for them whether short or long term. Some would leave their homes and never return, thinking the CC would never end. Some did it "right", they got married and had kids, now years later they are still married and homemakers. Some would have done a bit of everything. A few wouldn't have had any chance to do any of that. They were mothers before their twenties, abandoned to provider purgatory. Outcast even in some societies.

I have met them all. I dated and slept with a few. I was friends with their husbands, brothers and cousins. Many of them were in my classes at college. I work with a few them. We all know one, or more.

Now as I grow older, in my early 30s, the ones left over, the better looking ones with a longer CC tenure, the more damaged ones, the ones who were always in relationships, the ones who got alpha widowed and became angry, ones who were such princesses they only dated the 1% but failed to lock one down and never didn't have a female friend around them, they suddenly remember anon from college and high school. They remember a lot of unmarried anons. And their rolodex spins. You're getting emails, texts, facebook messages, instagram dms, "heeeyyy, long time."

You're red pilled so you know the drill. You know they couldn't give two fucks. They've heard or seen something that has you on their backup b list radar. I haven't spoken to some of these girls in 10 years. I'm not the only one they contacted. I'd make a lousy provider, I don't have a lot of money, a house, a car, in fact I own nothing, but I guess I have enough "passable" traits and a job that lets me have expensive hobbies.

The protocol is simple. Do not engage. Do not block. Don't do anything. Just ignore it. That's what I've done. And they've gone away.