Hello men, I hope we’re all having a great day today, and I want to congratulate each and every single one of you who has chosen “Himself” and decided to go his own way! Congratulations!!

I see so much intelligence and logic here it is refreshing to witness in a society that has “gone too far”. Like Robert Redford recently stated about the States “I don’t recognize this country anymore”.

I see you men trying to educate other men, discussing in detail the issues we find ourselves mired in, and patiently accepting the anger and bitterness and confusion that pervades the current terrain we find ourselves traversing. Men helping men…, what could be more profound!

I want to help too but alas I feel my age will keep that from happening…, what you guys are going through was just not what I saw just a few decades ago. So although I have no input on today’s reality, I can still tell you of my experience and maybe there will be some kind of take-away for you…, BTW I am incel but only because at 58 no woman my age is even remotely attractive to me and no woman younger than me would be an option unless I had wayyy more money…, or let’s say willing to spend an excess of money to get them.

Born in North Seattle in 1960 the heady years of my youth (say from 13 to 18) were in the hay day of the 70’s…, in fact 1973 to 1978! All we did as teens was smoke dope, fuck, and go to concerts. I saw Kiss in the Arena, Led Zeppelin, The Stones, Aerosmith, Nugent, Rush, and more…, all those great rock bands of the era…, and I saw them again and again through the years in the King Dome too.

Women and sex were different back then…, we would all talk about the party happening here or there on Friday and then when you showed up there was a keg, all the kids from school, and plenty of pot to smoke…, eventually as the night wore on you would just pair up with a chick…, I remember just talking to a girl named Marie a few times one party and around 11pm we found ourselves on the couch kissing the rounding the bases. Remember, we had no cell phones, we were high, we were in bell bottom jeans for Christ’s sake.., getting laid was not a problem. We were the social media of the day! Also, as promiscuous as it sounds by the time I went in the Navy at 19 I had only had 4 sexual partners and one of those was my girlfriend who I would be with for 14 years and eventually marry (a total of 14). Not only that she knew every girl personally that I had screwed and I knew the few dudes she had boned…, but when we became a thing we stayed loyal to each other…,

When we divorced we were 28, living in an apartment, and working at the same medical center: our debt was basically small and I would say amassed evenly so when the judge decreed a 50/50 split it was totally amicable. But, I can’t explain why I just immediately got into another relationship…, I mean sure, I’m a guy and I want to get laid, and my soon to be second wife looked good! Maybe in some subconscious part of my mind I had been preprogrammed by my Catholic upbringing, evolution, and society…, maybe one of those.., maybe all…., maybe it was just horniness. But I never once even thought about her having a son from a first marriage, or having a boyfriend she was on the outs with and owning a business with him…, I just kind of became infatuated with her. Now I recognized she was the controlling type, very smart as far as IQ goes, and used to getting her way…, for the first few years everything was good and we had a son…, we also worked at the same medical center and commuted together every day and all was fine. Eventually I began to push back against her controlling the direction of our lives and I guess she finally got fed up with that and she lawyered up and filed for divorce. This was about 1991 and even back then the court system fucked me. I would say in the end she wasn’t being vindictive but she also didn’t care if I was treated unfairly during the process. Needless to say, I took 50% of the blame and no more…, and I don’t know if I would recalculate that to this day, but she got the house, the kid, the car, and I lived on my boat and drove my beater. The loss of my son was the worst…, knowing he would be raised in a household by another man. I loved my son and still do, and I was with him as much as I could be, and he’s doing quite well actually but still living with mom at 26 years old!

So how I ended up in another relationship immediately again…, is…, once aging totally beyond me. This time she was tall and blonde and I can tell you up front the driving factor was sex. Yes she’s married, yes she has two kids: if she’s willing to fall in love with you now, how flakey will she be with you. But it was too late…, I had tasted the forbidden fruit and was dead set on getting as much of it as I could. This is getting long so I’m not going into details but that was the best sex and relationship I’ve ever had and it went that way for about 3 years and then the shit started to set in…, this is about 2004.., we were going to get married and then all that fell through and she walked away leaving me with all the debt on an SUV I cosigned on, surgical stuff she had done, and some loans I had made to her. She knew she could do that and get away with it too and so she did…, and I can tell you she had/has no remorse about it either. She was 10 years younger than me so her immaturity was astounding. But in the end it broke the hell out of my heart as I really did love her…, but I truly question now if she ever really loved me or if she is even capable of love.

Anyway, I dated a bit after that but it seems by then everything had changed…, women were abrasive, lewd, greedy…, each one I met…, and so about 12 years ago I just stopped trying and other than struggling with some personal issues my life has been sweet. Here is what 12 years of MGTOW has given me: (and BTW I was hurting financially from all the shit over the years)

I finished my BA in Business, got my Pilots license, I own a great condo…, I have a ton of toys: the R1, some very expensive and large gas RC airplanes, tons of survival and camping/hunting gear/boomsticks, cash in the bank, a respectable retirement account, and above all peace of mind and peace and serenity in my life. I’ve got a great job and make more than I need to live on. Oh yeah.., I like to fish a lot!

Well, that is that…., all I can say is do what you want to do in life…, save money and look to the future. Women and relationships will suck all the money and life from you…, they will take all of your free time…, and in the end you do it all for pussy basically. The odds are stacked against you boys…, make money and move overseas where you can still find a woman to screw who isn’t one of these American or Americanized feminazi’s. Be free men..,