Props to you if you can steal my drink without me noticing. My mind must’ve been elsewhere to not give a damn about the product of my hard labor. But if I catch you stealing my drink, and you double down, then we have a problem.
There is a bar in Rio called Ovelha Negra (Black Sheep) that doesn’t sell beer, wine, or spirits—just champagne. It was embarrassing for my Danish roommate when we went the first time and he asked for Skol, a cheap Brazilian beer you can get for $1.50 on the street. He realized the type of establishment he was at and quickly adjusted, adopting more of a nouveu rich accent that would have the King of Denmark proud.
The bar has only one room in the shape of a long rectangle. There are little tables on one side and then a big table in the middle where most of the action happens. Starting at 6pm the place packs with the professional happy hour crowd. Almost everyone speaks English and $1,000 jailbroken iPhones make constant appearances.
It can be challenging to pickup here because everyone is in large groups, but really it’s not because those guys with the girls are usually coworkers. Girls are looking to flirt, and Danish and I have done well enough that we’ve become regulars. The young bartender with the moppy haircut greets us with a thumbs up whenever we come in but I keep forgetting his name. I think it’s Thiago.
It was so packed one night that we ordered two bottles to ride out until closing. A lot of people go to a place like this and get the second cheapest bottle of champagne, or at least something that’s not the absolute cheapest, but we always get the cheapest (R$ 37). We don’t know the difference between a champagne and sparkling cider and we’re not going to pretend like we do. Is it making us burp? Are we feeling tipsy? Garçon this is great champagne!
My roommate likes to start his approaches with a cigarette angle. If we’re outside he asks for a light and if we’re inside he asks to bum a cigarette. He did this on one girl and she walked out with him to find smokes from a street vendor, leaving me with the bucket of two open champagne bottles. By now we had finished one and was about to get started on the other. As usual the bartender put a salt solution in our bucket, ensuring the second would be near freezing temperature when we were ready for it.
The bucket was on the communal table and I stood in front of it behind a high bar chair. To my right was a girl that looked cute from the back—I was working on getting facial confirmation—and to her right was an obviously drunk girl in a white dress. Sitting next to her was a guy petting her back, her boyfriend maybe, or at least trying to be for the night. Across the table were three more of their friends.
I’m standing there with my champagne glass, trying to act cool, when I see the drunk girl in the white dress reach over and grab the neck of our full bottle. Good thing I was watching it, I thought.
“No no no excuse me that’s our bottle.” I said it very loud, almost shouting, because I know how drunk people can be hard of hearing when it comes to things that hint at possibly limiting their alcohol intake. My face had not a hint of humor or generosity or kindness or anything to suggest I wasn’t serious. I was a father scolding his little girl.
The bottle was now out of the bucket, dripping with icy water as it very slowly traveled past the girl next to me and directly in front of white dress. It approached her glass. There was no time to think about specific actions. No time to devise a battle plan. The autopilot light in the cockpit burns bright orange and your belief system take over.
“Hey hey no, that’s mine and I’m sorry but you can’t have any.”
From the side of her face I could see a quick frown, but she kept going. Her right hand began tilting the bottle towards her glass. She looked at me, squinted her eyes, and then made the “just a little bit” sign with her left hand. She didn’t care what I said and was going to take whatever she wanted.
Slow motion. I’m moving. The weight of my body shifts to my left foot and then I take a big step with my right. I’m next to her friend now, touching the side of her body. My hand shoots like a rocket from my hip. It’s flying through the air across the table. I’m leaning. The back of my right shoulder hits the chin of the girl next to me. She scrunches her face and flinches backwards. White dress is beginning to pour, an entitled, upper-class smirk on her face. I make contact with the neck of the bottle. My hand muscles tighten. Death grip. My knuckles are white. I tilt it upwards. I’ve stopped breathing. Now I’m snatching and pulling. Pulling away. It’s raining champagne like New Years on my arm, on the drunk girl, on the girl who got sidearmed, on the guy who wants to get laid. Cheap champagne on the dark wood table, on professional work clothes. I’m pulling still, and bring it safely back to my side. I step back. Less than a second.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU DON’T JUST STEAL SOMEONE’S FUCKING BOTTLE LIKE THAT WITHOUT ASKING WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I DON’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!”
I’m flailing my left arm in the air like an excited monkey. My right hand is still squeezing on tight to the cheap bottle of champagne. My arm and hand is wet and cold. Then silence.
White dress is beginning to cry. Her five friends are staring at me with their mouths gaped open. Half of the bar is looking at me. I’m the bad guy, the arrogant, angry gringo who doesn’t know the capitals of European countries and comes to Brazil only to bang prostitutes and do cheap drugs.
Fuck you all I don’t care what you think.
All her friends gave me the “calm down” sign, apologizing. I pursed my lips and nodded my head up and down. I took a deep breath then put the champagne bottle back in the ice bucket.
I looked at her glass. Only a few drops made it in.
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Clockin the girl in the chin would’ve been enough to make my night.
Did you demand the few drops back??
Nice move. Fuck that scank fucking whore. Just because you have a twat and some perky tits, doesn’t give you the right to bodog my fucking champagne. What a skank ass hooker. Do I paw your fucking sushi you slut? Do I sanke a sip of your bottled water when you aren’t looking? Get your grubbing hands off my fucking drink. I’m not banging you, therefore you don’t get any. Go find another sucker. Who raised you? Jeb Stuart?
Nice move. Remember: “A man can’t ride your back unless it’s bent.”
God damn right.
Good for you. When I walk the streets of DC, I never move out of the way for women by themselves. If it’s a mom with stroller or kids, sure. Same if it is a guy with his girl. But biatches who feel entitled to guys buying them things, moving out the way, giving up chairs . . . fuck no.
I’ve done a test and noticed how none of these chicks ever moves out of the way. Guys will. But a woman never does, so I end up usually bumping into them. Hey, they should be more conscious of where they are walking and get the fuck out of the way and not think the guy has to do it every time.
I’ve knocked one so that she skidded against the bricks in Gtown and almost fell on her face while many others have look back shocked or say something. I always say something back if they do, and am not afraid to say “Go fuck yourself your stupid bitch” if they talk smack.
Lest anyone think I do this intentionally . . . I don’t. I walk straight and if I’m walking down M and a girl comes out of a shop and gets in my line of advance and is walking toward me, I don’t move. I have the right away. Then we bump and maybe she thinks to be more aware next time and less entitled. This lesson on the importance of situational awareness and not being a cunt may save her life some day.
I’m waiting for the follow-up to this story that should end in a crime scene and a partially burned and tattered white dress.
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Great story and well told Roosh! I guess girls really think they can get away with stuff like that if they are ‘pretty’ enough. Its possible because of that move, many men will no longer suffer at the hands of that bitch.
If you’ve never made a girl cry, you don’t got game yet.
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I am sure you are the last person that cares, but R$ 37 my guess is you were drinking Prosecco or Cava, not Champagne.
“I’ve stopped breathing.”
Always remember to breathe. You have more power that way.
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I think roosh is working on a moviescript!
A woman’s default action, when she’s in the wrong, is to attempt to paint herself as the victim to garner sympathy and support from the surrounding group. You’re the victim of standard woman Operating procedures.
You over-reacted. Too emotional.
A better response might have been “hey, that’s uncool. now you’ll have to come home with me” said with a smirk while you snake your hand around her waist for cheap feel.
Bravo! Sometimes a man has to put his foot down and stand up for his principles.
There is nothing that gets on my nerves more than a drink stealer. Kind of reminds of the time I was in college and some self entitled scholarship linebacker decided to swipe my pitcher of beer while I wasn’t looking, and despite his being five times bigger then me, didn’t stop me from scolding his poor behavior.
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azuzuru: So a drunk woman who has a dude tries to steal your shit and you REWARD her with some lame ass flirting? That’s beyond pathetic. I hope you’re just trolling.
lol, good story.
Hate to break it to you, but you overreacted (as evidenced by the reactions of the drunk girl’s friends and half the bar). Accompanied by a dirty look (and perhaps a finger wagging “no, no”), you should have just taken the bottle and put it back where it belonged.
I would not have done that, don’t risk a fight in a foreign land.
funny story. you should have taken the bottle from her, then sprayed her with some of the champagne (bubbly is cheap enough to do this). “you want some of this!?? have some more!!” spray then pour the last of it in your glass. execute smoothly. scan the room for any onlookers, and raise a toast in their direction. live and learn. better to give than to receive.
There are bitches like these all across the globe that try to pull a stunt like this to get free liquor. There just hoping that the guy is a chump and won’t do shit. Good move Roosh who gives a fuck how others perceived the incident.
maybe Roosh should have been a little more playful with his response. Who knows?
But this is what happens when you have strong inner game. You don’t feel you need to take shit from anyone.
Sometimes being a dick turns them on.
Good job, Roosh. That cunt got what she deserved.
Although, it probably would have been best if you grabbed the bottle before she started pouring, then none of it would have spilled….. but, then it wouldn’t have been nearly as entertaining of a story.
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@RR How could you not stand up to someone who is blatantly stealing something from you? If someone tries play captain save a hoe and picks a fight he is in the wrong and it probably won’t get physical.
roosh, you wrote a blog about how you were so broke you would steal people’s drinks at the bar…
what’s different between what you did and what she did? the only difference i can see is that you didn’t get caught in the act.
Not an over-reaction, but rather a decent tit for tat escalation. “All her friends gave me the “calm down” sign, apologizing.” Interesting to me, and a good part of the story, I thought, was the problem of not breathing, of being tense, of time slowing down. It’s not easy to be assertive; to be physical, to move and do in what could be miscontrued as an aggressive act. Guys like ‘Dude’ seem to have tasted blood and become bullies. It’s decent people who stress out the most –some to the point of freezing-up, when faced with situations that have only limited solutions. “Your ass ain’t talking your way out of this shit,” comes to mind. Call it a bug or a feature, but Fight Club made this point too: we’re so civilized we have a big block when it comes to reacting.
Clearly you missed the point of the story. The difference is that Roosh had to steal drinks because he was broke, while this woman felt that she was entitled to take what she wanted. There is a huge difference between stealing out of necessity (think Jean Valjean from Les Miserables) and stealing out of conceit.
“Clearly you missed the point of the story. The difference is that Roosh had to steal drinks because he was broke, while this woman felt that she was entitled to take what she wanted. There is a huge difference between stealing out of necessity (think Jean Valjean from Les Miserables) and stealing out of conceit.”
You’re kidding right? You don’t “need” alcohol- Roosh is just as much in the bad for actually stealing as she is; he felt “entitled” to drink and took what he wanted.
The difference is that she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar and blatently disrected Roosh by fucking stealing right in front of him and by telling him, in the form of her actions, I’m doing it anyway, go fuck yourself if you don’t like it.
Its the difference between a faceless thief slinking off into the night with your goods and a guy grabbing a wallet out of your hands, spending the money in front of you and then looking into your face and saying “yea- what you gonna do about it punk?”
I think the morale of the story is, “dont take shit from anyone” and who care how people react and feel, the onlookers didnt even see what happened, they just makeup they own story and think whatever suits them. I like the part about rather waisting it than letting her take it with specifically told not to to so.. who cares if it cheap or not.. that besides the point it just fucking rude to take whatever you want in clear view.. probably take a long time before she tries shit like that again..
That’s exactly what I would have done. I guarantee, if she was a he, this would have never happened. Bitches think they can get away with this type of shit because so many nutless betas let it pass.
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If I got caught stealing someone’s drink I’d play dumb, apologize for the mix up, release the drink, and then bow my head down in shame.
I don’t like entitled women but I would’ve let her have a glass. She is drunk after all.
If she was an Ameriskank I would dumped the glass on her.
I perhaps would have reacted the same as Roosh out of anger but I wouldn’t advise it…
In a foreign territory you must be lower profile, that’s the first rule of travel that has been know for thousands of years (especially as an American in Brazil… (they don’t like Americans but they do like jujitsu)
The problem here is that innocent stand-byers got sparkling wine on their clothes too. That’s very bad.
I’m pretty sure that what I would have done, provided the logistics was ok, is that I would have yelled at the waiter (if there were one close enough) and told him to replace the bottle because it had been stolen by that girl. She would have felt like shit… You will also make a scandal and be the center of attention but SHE will look bad.
Or if it doesn’t seem possible due to the crowd, then you can only take the bottle back without spilling it on other people, while shouting something like “Você ta robando a minha garrafa !!?” (you are stealing my bottle !!?)
Anyways, it’s just easy advice from me since there is in my opinion no way you will get out of a situation like this as a winner in Brazil as a gringo…
roosh, you might give up and just hang your head in shame if someone caught you stealing their drink but this girl showed persistence. she went for broke in the face of last second resistance.
she made the ho say no.
great read. i got a vicarious thrill out of this story.
I’ve done a test and noticed how none of these chicks ever moves out of the way. Guys will. But a woman never does, so I end up usually bumping into them. Hey, they should be more conscious of where they are walking and get the fuck out of the way and not think the guy has to do it every time.
this is hilarious. i do the same exact thing. i’ll walk down the sidewalk and bump into girls who think they’re entitled to my right of way. one time i sent a girl’s phone flying. she was texting and not paying attention to where she was walking. very satisfying. she says “watch where you’re going!” i said “you first.” and yeah, men are more considerate than women about moving out of the way.
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>>I’ve done a test and noticed how none of these chicks ever moves out of the way. Guys will. But a woman never does, so I end up usually bumping into them.
I do these with arrogant children who believe you should move out of their way…
With women, I don’t think it should be a habit. We should at least try to be gentleman and get rewarded with a smile or more for our nice behaviour.
But sometimes I can feel that the woman is a bitch with a very bad attitude and a strong sense of entitlement and then… well I might not see her walking in my way
If you made it a lecherous come-on it woulda worked. Then take the bottle back and that’s that.
I think a good assessment tool is to ask yourself how would uber-alphas Bill Clinton or Sean Connery react to this situation? I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have lunged across the bar.
If someone tries play captain save a hoe and picks a fight he is in the wrong and it probably won’t get physical.
Being “wrong” never stops a white knight from riding to the rescue. He can always justify it in his mind somehow.
When she made that “just a little bit” sign with her left hand, you shoulda pointed to your crotch and made a “just a little bit” hand sign. =)
GOOD FOR YOU!!!
While I admire your reasoning here, I’d be careful where you do this. In Australia or England, if you make a girl cry and spill drink over people, you’re going to find yourself beaten up. Americans don’t understand this dynamic because your thug culture is different from ours. If you step far enough over the line here, a group of bouncers will take you to a back alley and stomp on your head.
Dude, amen to you. I bet you copied the walking straight cocky and not moving out of the way for anyone moves from this video:
This is just a good story, not a lesson.
I enjoyed it because just last nite had to boot a drunk woman off the stage. She wanted to sing a song but kept playing teasy games with our beta guitarist, who passive-aggressivly wanted to play games back. I was sick of the both of them and usurped his role, sang the rest of the song she was too drunk to do, and signed off the set with a “let’s have a round of applause for Linda, the offical drunken skank of the Poodle Bar!” Never piss off a Joey with a microphone.
I understand and applaud Roosh’s actions. In fact, his story lifts my heart. It has nothing to do with seduction.
How would a man be treated if he was caught stealing a girl’s drink?
Drunk or not, she got caught and should have backed away the first time. Instead of being an adult and saying ‘sorry’ she kept going, cried and made a scene.
The moment-by-moment description and impending suspense in your stories makes them fun to read – is this how you narrate your stories in person, as well? I find it hard to keep my audience’s attention for that long.
Interesting how a post like this brings out all the bottled up resentment guys have against hot chicks. I’m personally tired as hell of hot chicks with this overblown sense of entitlement, so maybe I’m no different. At the same time, it sounds like you overreacted. But then, who really knows? I agree with the comment earlier that this is what happens when you have strong inner game.
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Are you going back to the bar? It’d be off limits for you in the future if I was gauging things correctly.
Rake makes a very good point. My girlfriend has trouble believing this story, I don’t. I’ve seen these entitled bitches using and abusing nice guys.
And they are clever, because they do these things on the brink: big enough to absolutely insult you and small enough so that everybody around thinks that any reaction at all is over-reacting.
To be honest,It’s hard to judge. It does infuriate me when bitches do things like that. But making a huge scene in the bar accomplishes nothing, either. Maybe just drinking from her glass, but then the bitch would probably have over-reacted.
I see there’s a lotta cap’n save a hoe’s reading this blog. Over-reacted? His words were not effective then she wanted to fight for the bottle she tried to steal. Sounds like the proper reaction to the amount of bullshit given to me.
I think that reaction was pretty stupid. What was there to be gained from being emotional?
Yeah the reaction in itself is normal: you don’t let someone steal your bottle of champagne like that.
It’s the setting that was wrong: the girl was too far and quick for Roosh to take the bottle back smoothly without hitting another girl and spilling the sparkling wine on other people. Then the bitch cried. Many people in the bar could have misinterpreted the situation…
So he was lucky he didn’t get beaten up and thrown out.
As I understand his description, Roosh could have put his hands on the bottle, held it firmly, smiled, prevented her from taking champagne without pulling like a madman while hitting and spilling the stuff around but he obviously overreacted out of anger.
Yet, as I said anyone could have reacted the same emotional way and in fact at the end of the day, I am soo glad the bitch cried and was humiliated like that. I think it was worth the risk and the bad image… Rio is a big town.
As for the future, in this situation I wouldn’t go back there for about 2 weeks and then if I had to go back, I would go with 2 beautiful girls.
What would James Bond have done?
>>What would James Bond have done?
He would have fucked this girl for sure :-)
can you remove the email… thats where spammers find them =)
“only a few drops made it”
The most interesting thing about your linked youtube clip is that it got almost 57k ratings, averaging at 5 out of 5, and almost 27k (!) comments. Touched a male beta desire to feel more entitled/alpha nerve much, and the conflict about that with the prevailing propaganda and reality?
It could be claimed that a girl stealing your drink is a guaranteed opener. Younger girls who are 6-7′s but think they are 8-9′s do this fairly often. Al pal of mine often banged out a few girls after his first line was ‘don’t you dare go near my fucking drink you skank’ Never had anyone steal a drink from me so can’t say how I would react but if you were drinking in any bar where I live half the town would have showed up to give you a kicking.
i’ve seen bar fights erupt over less (far less) than this in the US.
indeed, i’ve received an errant punch in the face b/c I was standing next to someone who looked at some else the wrong way.
Those people were probably terrified of starting a fight though.
This is gold. I really like how you dramatized this. When another book is coming out, i’m buying it.
Yeah, great, Roosh…you showed what an alpha you are, you don’t take any shit from no one, especially now that you’ve went to the gym a couple of times eh? I’m sure you would’ve reacted like that and been screaming at the top of your lungs at another guy.
Annoying shit like that happens in the bar scene, of course she was in the wrong but you went way over the top for what the situation called for. This is just another variant on that clip you posted about that dude that grabbled a woman by the hair after she poured a drink on his shoulder – you’d have loved to have done that wouldn’t you? Christ, coming back from the toilet to find a woman sat in your chair is enough to set you off. Just a mere rejection or cockblock has you up all night festering over it to come up with some scathing put down like it was the gravest of insults to your family honour. I don’t know if you like women or hate them but fucking them and alluding to it you certainly love.
And then immediately above this spaz out is a post on philosophy without a shred of irony? Go read your Buddhist notes again or lay off the bar scene before you go postal.
so did you get laid? shit post…who gives a fuck if some bird takes your drink
Good story. My thoughts:
1. Violence was unlikely. This is a bar with the iphone crowd, not chavs and thugs
2. This bitch was doing a passive-aggressive drink steal. Maybe “the Reardon” response was applicable where you clarify exactly what she is doing so she can’t hide behind the ambiguity – e.g. shout “Hey, that’s my drink. Are you going to steal it?” and force her to yes/no to it.
3. Inner game + able to fight = strong combination for not taking shit
4. I do the “hold your line” game on the street all the time. My refinement is that if someone moves 50% out of the way first, I’ll move the other 50% in a show of mutual respect. If they don’t, I lean in with my shoulder so that I spin them around. I’ve got a bunch of games I use daily to build up the alpha spirit and this is one of them.
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This just inspired a new blog post. Thanks Roosh.
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the whole not yielding for women thing while walking wreaks of insecurity.
in a lot of countries in south america, women are always allowed to get on the bus first. even if you are first in line and 10 women show up later. due to a culture of machismo, this is seen as letting the “weaker sex” go first and is the manly thing to do. Not plowing into them like a linebacker
Renfield. They did nothing to earn a queue jump.
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I think that its moments like these that seperate the men from the boys and show what your “inner game” is really made of.
A boy would let himself get walked all over and taken it.
A man either denies the bitch, or finds someway to immediately even the score.
If she had actually poured herself a glass I probably would have said “oh so you want to steal my Champagne!?? HERE HAVE SOME MORE YOU GOD DAMN THIEVING BITCH” and promptly dumped the bottle on her head.
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Roosh baby good on you!!! I would do the same exact thing… every time I see bottle service in a club, in a booth, I see a bunch of men getting women to join them,, but whenever I see a booth of women, they never invite men … Guys, we need to stop putting women on pedistools and stop giving into them… They make just as much or even more money than us men today, they should start paying the bill!!! on a note, i too don’t move for women walking in club gear on the sidewalk.. I make them walk around.. now, this is what I always do.. I hate it when women hold hands a bunch of them walking in a club, I’m like you look like a pack of elephants,, shows lack of confidence in my opinion, they would say ohh its to not get lost,, WHATEVER!!!! once I see them,, I just put my hands on my waist elbow out, and I’m a tall guy 6ft 4 and when they are not paying attentin boofff.. pay attention biatch!!
What do you wear to this champagne bar? Do you wash hair?
this was an epic post. I have done that EXACT SAME THING before at Tattoo.
Had a situation similar like this happen before. I stared at her with a death stare, waited until after she took her first sip. She gave me some cocky, “I’m so cute and you’re just going to deal with it,” smile.
I grabbed her glass, dumped everything she stole onto the floor (aiming for her shoes) and walked off. Didn’t say a word.
This was a dumb college American girl though, very different context.
Not going to lie. I agree with you on the taking of the champagne. But you lost your cool, which in front of anyone, getting laid or not, isn’t very smooth. Did you teach her a lesson? Doubtful. Did you get your point across? Maybe. But you made a big scene. Spilled. and made a total ass of yourself. No if it was me, I would have let her fill the glass, then took it and drank it. How nice of her to fill my glass with my champagne? and really….even if she got it, it’s cheap champagne. Maybe your niceness will show through and the maybe-cute girl will be cute, and she’ll move in for that.
When are you getting back to DC?
“dude” and “drG” sound like silly fags. He’s talking about a woman stealing, or really just bitching him. Being proud of bumping women as they walk down the street just sounds like you grew up poor and without fathers and your single mother or grandmother didn’t have time to raise you properly and there was no male role model around. Just plain rude, no one taught you shit type of behaviour.
The reason why they don’t think to get out of your way asshole is because they – just as most others in society – are just accustomed to common decency.
Agree with shaun that normally this situation could be used as a crude opener. However, she was there with a boyfriend or orbiter and it seems she was counting on turning it into a “let’s you and him fight” if there was trouble.
Fuck this man…… you are the shiteee. You are the Man. I’d fuck you if I were a girl, or gay. Shite I’d just fuck you nonetheless. But i’m on top…….
Sometimes a guy has to make a scene, maybe look like and ass to get the point across to a chick.
Maybe other guys give you what you want, but not me!
Did she learn a lesson? No I doubt it women are to dumb to understand what she was doing was not cool.
She most likely called him an ass to her friends because he was mad she was just going to take his stuff without even asking.
Let girls get away with small misdemeanors like stealing your cheap champagne, and they’ll learn that a life of crime against men pays.
You’ll find them robbing you of not only booze, but time, emotions, money, and freedom, knowing they can excuse their behavior with a wink, a smirk, and girlish giggle.
Rise up boys and put the thief in the public stockade for all see her and shame her.
@70-yes, they do sound like lower class proles.No real Alpha would intentionally walk into females or kids.
And what sort of omega herb would cause a commotion over some cheap crap? Fighting over some cheap fizzwater and spilling it on some Alpha man’s $2k blazer is bad idea.You wouldn’t look too good if he decided to smack you around like a bitch :)
hahah oh wow