Bitter Women

On my site meter I can see how people visit my blog. Often times it’s from Facebook but I can’t always read what comments were written about it. One recent time I could. Here’s how my blog was introduced:

are you ready for this??? He’s a legend in his own mind. His hairy hairy mind.

Typical Roosh hater right? But then I look at the name. It’s a girl that I know. I don’t use my blog to settle scores (anymore), but since her friends are swinging by here I thought they’d want to hear another side of the story. This is a public service for them.

*Cracks knuckles*

At the last happy hour a drunk girl comes up to me and says she loves my blog. She bought Bang, is writing about it for some academic paper, and is generally “fascinated” with me. She says that we met before a year ago at Dragonfly before it closed but I didn’t remember. I have a witness to her affections: Lemmonex was looking and laughing at her because she was so drunk and obvious.

Stumbling her way homeShe says she’s not leaving without me. Notch it up! Or not.

I’m all about sex, of course, but she is drunk to the point of swaying and I was on my first drink. If I took that girl home it would have been rape, and I consider myself above rape. It was just a matter of time until she puked. I got her number knowing full well it’s likely I’ll never see her again.

A few minutes later she gets kicked out of the bar because she started smoking inside. The bouncer came up to me explaining why he’s kicking her out (“I couldn’t let it go… smoking has been banned for a year now”), but I tell him that she is not my girl and I don’t care what he does to her.

Ten minutes later I peek in front of the bar and there she is, waiting for me in the freezing cold. I go outside and tell her to go home but she says not leaving without me. I say no, but allow her to make out with me for five seconds. Then I go back to hosting the happy hour. I can only imagine how many guys tried to pick her off while she stumbled her ass home.

A couple days later we chat on the phone for a bit and agree to hang out. I put in the effort, if you want to call it that, because she was born in Saudi Arabia and I wouldn’t mind getting such a difficult flag out of the way. On the day of the date I call to confirm a time but she doesn’t return my call. So the drunk girl ended up flaking on me. I manage to find the strength to get over her.

I did want that Saudi flag but I wouldn’t have changed what I did on the night we met. If you saw her wrecked state then you would understand.

Fast forward two months. I’m at a bar with friends. One friend ends up talking to this girl for quite a while and later tells me that I know her. I look at her closely and it’s the blog groupie chick. I tell my friend the story, we have a laugh, and then I go on with my night talking to other girls. I don’t say hi or make eye contact with her, even though she was never more than a few feet away from me.

I’m talking to a girl with an ugly beret hat when the blog groupie chick, trashed like before, comes up and plays the same game. Her crotch is rubbing against the side of my thigh while I’m seated on a stool and she’s literally pawing at me. She goes on about Bang but is slurring her words, and it’s at that moment I understood what type of girl she was: while drunk you can do whatever you want with her, including ass to mouth, but while sober she is a worthless flake and a colossal headache. Again, it would be nice to have that Saudi flag, but I pass. May Allah (الله) be with the next guy who tries to ride that.

I tell her nicely to go back to her friends, but she doesn’t want to leave. I ignore her to talk to the beret chick, whose hat I took off because I wanted to see how she really looked. She was pretty and I decided to stick with that, but the groupie is still rubbing up her bits on me.

“Did you two used to date?” the beret chick asked. She was becoming extremely curious.

“Nope,” I said, and continued talking to her like there wasn’t this drunk girl oddly placed in our conversation.

The groupie was proofing me so hard that I could have replaced my game with reading out of a television manual. Other girls in the bar were blatantly staring.

Eventually it got old and I had enough. “Can you just GO AWAY! I don’t want to talk to you.” Sometimes with these girls you have to be firm. Finally the groupie chick gets the hint and leaves. By the end of the night she can barely stand and her friends have to hold her hand to walk through the bar. I felt sorry for her.

The next day she goes on Facebook and says I’m hairy and a legend in my own mind. I think the only mind who I’m a legend in is hers. If she ever sends me an update about how her academic paper about me is coming along I’ll let you guys know.

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Ethan
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“I didn’t know if it was day or night.
I started kissing everything in sight.
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine.
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #9”

Love Potion #9 aka Liquid Courage

Bad enough when guys use it. When girls use it, it’s just sad. Simultaneously using it as excuse to act uninhibited in the moment plus as an excuse in the morning (or hours later) when things don’t go your way is just weak.

I’ve had this problem too though. How does one deal with belligerent drunk girls? Where are the infamous cockblockers when you need em?

Wait…coming to think of it, half of the belligerent drunk girls are the infamous cockblockers…and their girlfriends never call em out on it

“Oh, she’s just wild like that when she’s out”

And you hang out with her? LMAO

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She is a disgrace to Saudi’s and Muslim women. Let’s hope she gets some STD and thus prevent her from marrying some gullible sap.

Shame we can’t forward this to her parents. Now that would be funny.

Virgle  Kent
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WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!

YOU turned down ass to mouth.

Damn

Da Mac
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The Puritan American dream.

adrock
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She is also the same type of girl that lies about the number of guys that she’s slept with as she doesn’t count the sloppy drunk a2m guys.

jkc
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human behavior never ceases to fascinate me.

The Brooklyn Boy
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Cheers for standing your ground, sir. And not taking advantage. Sad that I feel that’s necessary, but I’ve seen it happen way too often to not commend someone saying “pass.”

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boru
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yikes. that chick just got owned on a level i previously thought was unreachable.

DF
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I gotta give you props for shaming this chick ’cause she and others like her deserve it but you did pass an opportunity to be the legend up her ass as well.

Lemmonex
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That girl was so insanely shitcanned. It was 8 pm! Not a good look on anyone. Bringing her home would have been straight up rape.

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Jay Gatsby
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Good decision. Her reaction to your rejection of her clearly indicates she would have been nothing but a headache to deal with in the future had you hit it.

T. AKA Ricky Raw
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I bet a lot of those guys that hate on you because they think using game is deceitful and manipulative and immoral would have been the first ones trying to bang a sloppy drunk girl like that for the easy slam dunk without a second thought about the rape aspect. Respect.

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I like ass to mouth…

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2 words: Always Bang.

Arjewtino
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Ah, the elusive Saudi flag. Next time, my friend, next time.

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As a reader of this blog for more than a few years now, I hate to admit, I like it when you use the blog to settle scores. I know I should not like it, but a little angry kiss off is part of the vicarious living/voyeuristic fun of it all.

abe
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How is it rape?

If a drunk girl says she wants to have sex then proceeding to do so with her may be morally iffy but it isn’t straight up rape.

Rape is FORCING them to have sex with you.

The G Manifesto
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“A few minutes later she gets kicked out of the bar because she started smoking inside. The bouncer came up to me explaining why he’s kicking her out (”I couldn’t let it go… smoking has been banned for a year now”)”

I love that in DC, the captial of the free world, smoking is not allowed in bars.

– MPM

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GJ
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Abe… not in this day and age.

Anonymous Frustrated Lawyer
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@ Abe

A drunk woman can’t consent to sex. Even if she says yes, drags you by the c$#%, and f%$^*’s the hell out of you, she can’t consent in the legal sense.

For whatever reason a drunk man can form legal intent to have sex with a drunk woman who can’t consent, but this isn’t law school, so I won’t bore you with the legal details.

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This story reminds me of what my father always say: ‘There are two sides to every story. Sometimes more than two.’
Papi is a very wise man in many ways. Yes, I listen to my father. So what.

Rape a Bitch
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The rape laws are ridiculous if that’s really the case. That’s like saying I shouldn’t be punished for DWI because I was too drunk to make a good decision.

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i second uncommon sense. these score settling posts are gold. i get a tingle up my leg when i read them. :crazy2:

How is it rape?

abe, you’re right, it isn’t rape to bang a drunk chick who’s coming onto you. but because of the twisted ludicrous sex laws rammed through the system by the feminist orthodoxy with the help of their pissant lapdog beta lawyers and spineless politicians, you can’t be too careful.

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Chase
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Regardless of if it IS rape, there’s no need to put yourself in a situation where your reputation could be easily tarnished. Just the accusation is enough to ruin a rep.

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How do all of your friends have blogs.

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@23 Chase : which unfortunately is caused by what is mentioned in @22

@19 Anonymous Frustrated Lawyer : not being a lawyer, I’m curious about hearing the train of thought on this one. care to share the “boring technical details” ?

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You ran your hand through my hair as you walked by on your way to metro. Poignant, no?

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Anonymous
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:emo:

what a cunt

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you are truly the ubermensch. whoa, that wuz fuckn incredible. what a crazy call-out!!!! Thats how you gotta handle these sex & the city chicks. strait incredible. seriously, 10 out of 10 dudes would have taken the A2m whilst it wuz offered hahah. but you just strait up rose above it. honestly how do you rise above the biological urge to strait up smash a bitch jus cuz? newayz, i’m pretty sure its way beyond my comprehension. but seriously, this is frickn incredible if it really did happen. nice.

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She’s Damage Goods!

Good Job on not choosing her crazy-ass bitch behavior, taking the high road and taking your chance on the other ladies because…you’ve SKILLS and EXPERIENCE! Here to the Captain in You! Hehehe!

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The people demand pictures of the Saudi girl.

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rdj
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nice post roosh, and interesting read hehe smile

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We all have these wacko stories. It’s funny to hear them when you do. The girl who banged on your door at 3 AM to let her in for sex. The chick who calls your mom after two weeks of banging because “you’re now close.” The new chick who gropes you straight up in front of your friends. It’s all crazy. I think we all understand this when we read women reviews “he’s a legend in his own mind.” If you really were that, she wouldn’t have to point it out — it’d be obvious. It’s like telling everyone that firemen wear suspenders.

Jay Gatsby
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She obviously used the “legend in his own mind” as a way of coping with being rejected. She probably thought that, based on the slutty way she was acting, no man in his right mind (especially an author of a book on how to get women) would reject her.

Certain men have standards. The author of a book on getting women is no different than the author of a book on wine or fine art – he has discriminating taste. Furthermore, she presented absolutely no challenge. Wasting your time on low-hanging fruit (or fruit that has fallen to the ground and is beginning to rot) is the province of men who cannot do better.

Pete
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“but while sober she is a worthless flake and a colossal headache”

You just described every American Girl that goes to bars. Day game is the only game.

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Can I get her number?

Benedict Smith
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argh, the most irritating of broads. not willing to fuck you sober, but not willing to watch you bag other broads at any time, place, whatever. fuckin’ A

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You have to love these types. I had one similar (quite a few years ago). She always wanted to ‘hang’ with me while she had a few drinks in her but sober she was a different person.

Reason: I’m guessing it was so she could use the excuse that she was drunk (or trashed). Yes, these types are a royal pain in the ass because they don’t want to see you talking to another woman and they only want you on their terms or timeline.

And women say men are fucked up?

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How is it rape – that’s how: remember Roissy’s post about a drunken mom who had sex with some stud in the bathroom of a stadium where she went to watch the game with her husband(!) – some feminist support groups encouraged her to consider filing rape charges against the dude, because she was too drunk to exercise judgment!

a question for the lawyer
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would it still be rape if all you did was poop in her mouth?

roosh, you could have just pooped in her mouth. No rape necessary. and you wouldn’t have even had to “take the bitch home”

Brett Stevens
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I guess Mohammed (PBUH) was right about alcohol.

Anonymous
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classy roosh

wonder why shes breaking the no drinking rule