I am a pleasant person unless provoked. I behave kindly towards others even though, in a state of nature, I could crush them. I therefore expect others to treat me with dignity. When they choose not to, I hurt them. This is true of women who shit test me.
I don’t use physical violence or break the law. One needn’t break the law to crush a person. As we live in a self-esteem based society, you can damage a person far more by destroying her ego than through smacking her. Words are weapons.
We approached the bar when I asked my friend whether they served beer. Not knowing the answer, he asked the girls in front of us. “Do we look like we work here,” one bitched.
They weren’t being playful or flirty. They were being bitches. As the game bloggers would say, they had up their “bitch shields.” Fuck them.
“No, but you most assuredly look like someone who has been here before.” My tone was superior, and I actually said “most assuredly.”
The older bitch stared at me, menacingly, waiting for me to smirk. I kept a judgmentally smug expression, non-verbally communicating that she was a worthless bar slut.
Later that night a cougar (any girl over 26), who though past her prime was still a 7 or 8, saw me with a girl on either arm. “How does an average guy like you get two women who look like this,” the cunt incredulously asked.
“How does a cunt as old as you endure the shame of coming out to bars,” I asked.
Nah, that’s a lie. My boy was running game on her friend, so I actually had to run advanced wing man tactics to prevent this whore from salting his game. But I thought it, and there’s no question I would have said it but for the greater cause of getting my friend laid.
I did get to hurt another girl, who insulted my outfit. “You look like a freak,” she told me.
As I wasn’t even approaching her or talking to her, I thought maybe she was flirting. After all, her comment was entirely unprompted. What a strange way to begin a conversation with another human being.
“Thanks,” I replied.” “It’s not a compliment,” she said. “You look like you need to take a shower.”
Whether she was flirting or not, I didn’t care. This behavior was unacceptable. I lit her up:
It must suck to be you,” I started. “You came to the big city with big dreams. You come to a bar like this tonight, and it kills you that guys who look like me won’t hit on you.”
“OH, yeah, it’s such a cool bar. So cool.”
“Look at you! You’re so dim-witted you can’t even come back with anything!”
“Oh, yeah, I’m dumb-witted.”
“No! You’re dim-witted, and you don’t even know what that means. You’re so stupid and slow to process this conversation that you’ve got nothing – nothing! – to say! You came to this city as a little 22 year old, and now you’re a past-her-prime 30-year old with nothing going on in her life. You’re going to be a spinster, and you’ve got nothing for me.
Her lips quivered. No one had ever spoken to her this way. I stood my ground, without smiling or showing any emotion. She was outraged, and turned towards her group of friends.
She started trying to create drama. I heard her say to one of the guys in her group, “You wouldn’t believe what that guy just said to me!” He took one look over his shoulder, made eye contact, and realized that testing me wouldn’t be worth it.
She then begged her friends to leave. “I just want to go,” she said while stomping her little feet. As they were part of a birthday party, they wouldn’t leave.
Lacking any purpose in her own life, she remained. The used up party slut remained standing – but shaking – in silence for the rest of the night.
Some of you may say my approach is psycho. You are wrong. I am making the world a better place for you.
The women I crushed will need a self-esteem boost. Where will they get that boost? They’ll prove to me how wrong I am by fucking you.
If you want to make the world a better place, stop passing shit tests, and start punishing women who lack basic human kindness and respect.