"She has a drinking problem"

No she doesn't. She has a sex problem.

Hey guys. I'm a long time lurker, and a long time red-piller. Not that I was always like that. It took a special ex about 10 years ago to burn me and put me on this path properly. But, I have always been a natural leader. But this story isn’t about her. This is about my employee.

I'm a CEO of a medium-sized tourist operation in a remote beach-side location. We get plenty of gorgeous European backpackers through this way during the tourist season, so it keeps me occupied. Anyway, to mark the end of the tourist season, and the ‘shut down’, we hold a staff party before everyone moves to cooler climates and other seasonal jobs. So, plenty of booze, BBQ and karaoke to be had. I even turn a blind eye to the large portion of my staff lighting up a blunt during this event. It’s fun, and we won’t see each other for 6 months, and many don’t come back and new staff come in.

So I have had this one particular employee this season. Let’s call her Mary. Mary’s over the wall, early 40’s, but even still an 8/10. And no, that’s not an over-exaggeration, she could have been a model in her prime. And she knows it. She’s also incredibly charming, being one of my best tour guides, and always closes on the tourist item sales at the end. But, every month, I get the inevitable call from her husband that she won’t be making it into work today, because she’s been drinking all night. He says “she has a drinking problem”.

Now things are pretty casual out here, so I overlook this to an extent. Have had a few words with Mary about it, docked her pay and she makes up for it with good performances the rest of time, and doesn’t drink on the job. And as far as I’m concerned, a ‘drinking problem’ is just that, she likes her booze too much. Or so I thought. But the truth of the matter came out at our staff party.

I don’t ever sleep with or flirt with my employees. I keep it professional. I don’t shit where I eat. I learnt that lesson the hard way when I was a 2IC somewhere else and got the boot, for other made-up reasons, but I really knew it was because I slept with the redhead that the CEO had his eye on. Jealousy is a crazy thing, for a powerful but blue-pill guy, not getting the girl you want and seeing her fuck another guy is angry.

We often say that women are emotional, but damn if there isn’t a lot of that on our side of the fence too. So watch out guys, if you want to climb the ladder, then leave it out of the workplace. I made up for it with amazing performance, and the board of another venture, the one I now work for, took me up as a CEO for them. But also on the quiet side-spoken condition I got from the Chairperson to keep it in my pants.

I also don’t sleep with girls who have partners, but that’s a personal moral choice that some redpillers chose not to have. And I don’t care about that, because I’m not likely to marry.

So, at the staff party, I got to see Mary’s drinking problem first hand. And it goes like this. As soon as she got a few drinks under her belt, she hit on me, relentlessly, throughout the night. All while her husband was present. Every time I would rebuff her, I would be firm about it, the kind of ‘don’t bother’ and ‘fuck off’ way that I could do professionally. Any other girl would get the message, but no, she wanted dick. She would then go dance and flirt hard with other male employees and try to hit them up too.

Towards the end, some jackass on my staff relented and they went off for a walk into the palm trees to ‘get some more booze from his house’. They came back almost an hour later with a half bottle of rum. I looked at the husband during this time and he was just looking into the bottom of his beer glass. I didn’t know how to approach it, so I casually ask him where Mary was. “She’s off to get more booze, she has a drinking problem”. All I could do was give a sympathetic look. But at the back of my head I was thinking – ‘Nah bro, its clear to everyone here that Mary was a wanton love for dick when she gets drunk’.

Another hour passes, and Jackass’s mates have rocked up too. They all promise Mary that they have a fridge of beer back at their house. So they all go off. The husband sits and watches as his wife hops in the car with four blokes to get a train run on her, all for the sake of a few beers. To top it off, over discussions about it with another female employee, it was a well-known secret that I wasn’t aware of. Apparently every time her husband had called up that she wasn’t coming into work, was a night when some other bloke or blokes around this small town had given her booze and fucked her. Literally whoring herself for booze. Pretty sure I’m not going to hire her again next year now.

Anyway, her blue-pill husband was beyond the point of preaching red-pill to. And in my frustration, all I can do is break my silence here and have a vent. Don’t let it happen to you. Don’t tolerate the behavior for a second. And certainly don’t externalize the blame on the alcohol for a behavior that should be kept under control.

“She has a drinking problem”. Nah bro, she has a sex problem, and you let it happen.