The Most Epic Email I Have Ever Received In My Life

My screening process malfunctioned on a mentally unstable American girl I had a one night stand with and then banged a few more times after, including once on a bus where I ejaculated inside her (she insisted). I dumped her when I got bored and got to pay the price by being stalked on the street and harassed via phone and email.

I will keep her identity secret since it would be a serious dick move to destroy her life, but I will say that she is taking steps to out herself through her blog, such as trying to brag like a groupie how she “personally” knows me and has met Virgle Kent and Roissy. There is a 25% chance she’ll end up posting a hilarious confessional after reading this post and be known forever in D.C. as one of “Roosh’s pump and dumps… who he came inside of.” God knows what exotic disease(s) she has now!

The background to this story is long and boring but all you have to do is grab a drink and read this unedited email that came a few days after I told her never to contact me again. I promise that you will not be disappointed.

to: [email protected]
date: Thu, Sep 10, 2009 at 5:38 PM
subject: what’s up sand nigger?

dearest roosh fucking v,

hello pussy, how goes it? you get your say and me not mine? don’t think so.

you waste my time, insult me with lame ass, un-funny humor delivered from an awkwardly skinny, ridiculously hairy body and weak persona…

the nice act that feels pity for all things kind and soft and snugly…nope, not me. an act. I’m from New York, remember? I was raised on harder shit than you could ever throw. but your throwing regurgitated, unoriginal shit stolen from bigger and better apes than yourself did not spur me to be inspired to toss sarcasm and wit your way. why waste this body and brain with my best game, eh?

you’re a child-man. I chuckled nightly to myself with how you had to launch into a character of Borat to exchange words with a girl like me. you’re also a complete idiot because I would have fucked your brains out. free tip: sometimes it will be in your best interest to let the girl lead in bed. I have been fucked hard and right for many years and give the best head this side of the mason-dixie line for sure. we northern girls keep our boyfriend’s cocks warm at night as The Beach Boys sang about. ’tis true.

my answer to your unimaginative, pathetically structured robot hate mode was to be soft and sweet to counterbalance. they say to hug a bully.

you don’t know the first thing about me and you never went deep enough for my pleasure. but I kept quiet as to not scar your tiny manhood that proves itself to be deeply insecure due to the overcompensation of such a large, fake ego. I knew boys like you in high school and they and you reeked of dorky, sweaty, limp-nervous dick and they salivated as I walked by their lockers. I winked and said hi anyway but always dated much older guys because I had already been fucked, pinned down, slapped, spanked and rode up against a wall by real men and could only muster a yawn at the thought of potential sex with those boys. I slow danced with them sometimes and it always took them point two seconds to engorge with just a drift of fermions from my delicate, feminine, graceful neck.

I present myself humbly, quietly, chicly and cross my slender yet shapely legs so that my toe points with elegance to the floor. I am never loud or vulgar but have been unsuccessful in breaking my habit of cussing. I love to swear. It brings me oral satisfaction. I expose just enough skin in my tight clothing to elude to the potential of my sounds in bed and let my gaze linger on those whom I may find interesting. Every detail in the way in which I sit, stand and slither through the crowds is taken from the study of the Geisha, ballet and models.

I get approached so often I am a professional at turning guys down kindly, yet firmly. I am not the prettiest I know, nor am I the most curvy I know, but when watched by men (and I am watched…I can feel eyes on me in every bar, every country, and every public place) long enough they sense the signals of what lays underneath my outer shell. This weeds out the dopes, dorks, boys and tools because they don’t stand a chance. I’ve landed a structural engineer, a financial annalist, an architect/signed musician and a political economist who was published and on television for his work done at Duke University. I play in the big leagues, period. I have high standards. A girl like me doesn’t fuck around because I don’t have to. They come to me. Like I said, my confidence comes from my amazing experiences throughout my life of which I sought out and made happen and from the fact that I’m naturally gifted at singing, dancing, drawing, sports and style. I was not the average girl in school or anywhere for that matter, ever. I graduated with honors, played first singles position on the varsity tennis team and went to state play-offs, was a principle dancer in theatre, headed up the popular click but never followed anyone but myself. I did it with originality and with an artists edge, always. people copied me and they continue to.

I am one part elegant, one part down-to-earth, one part blue-collar raised, one part fashion-ista, one part boho, one part tom-boy, one part sally home-maker, one part girl who fucks you in the bathroom stall, one part girl who makes love to you at a five star hotel soft, sweet and slow with only your pleasure in mind, one part adventurer, one part ballet dancer, one part salsa/ hip shaker, one part mosh-pit jumper, one part punk rocker, one part jazz listener, one part wino, one part club goer, one part take home to meet your mother (while I dirty my knees in your former teenage bedroom behind the door closed), one part analytical, one part emotionally impulsive, one part spontaneous trip taker, one part drug doer, one part health nut, one part yoga instructor, one part older sister, one part faithful girlfriend, one part curious cat, one part explorer, one part designer, one part artist, one part lounge singer, one part care taker…..and always adding to my parts.

you see roosh, we are alike. we are geminis. I can’t stay in one place or with one person due to my inner spirit that calls to grow, evolve and seek. we’ve got one life. that’s why I preach quality. one life so bullshit doesn’t fit into my schedule or plans or time. I seek the best, most complicated and interesting people because I myself have formed me this way. I am a contradiction with passion, heart, mind and body and am searching for the same.

this will be the only time in which I will show an ego. mine is not fake because I truly am fucking cool. always have been too…was born with an inner something that was ripe for the sculpting. I don’t have to carry it on the outside because my quality is real. that’s why the boys stay with me for years. duh.

you’re a clown. you wasted my time and nothing offends me more. grow the fuck up and have real, adult friendships. our trip was a waste. I hate waste. you’re a drama queen and your inner loser leaks out at times. I saw it but gave you the grace of looking away so you could morph back into the actor you are. I bow and all the while I am the higher being. your loss. you live loss and will continue to. so go fuck YOURSELF. I know you have a callused right hand and you only get forgettable, typical and unintelligent girls. I would never claim or brag about the girls you get. you fucking failure.

if you try to pull anything with my personal information I will have you beaten. In all seriousness, I have someone waiting for my check (and I will pay) to hunt you down in Medellin and kick the living shit out of you. I have instructed them to focus on your dick and balls mostly so that you may never reproduce. also: given my group of nerdy friends your blog may come down with a virus that would cause it’s demise. if you go away quietly then noting will happen. my ex is 6’4″ (no kidding, seriously) and out-weighs you by 50lbs and will gladly whoop you mercilessly when you return to DC. I have your mom’s address and I will copy and mail your lovely e-mails along with my sob story to her and beg her to get you psychological help. I will post your photo all over DC and Jorge will post it all over Medellin saying you put drugs in girls drinks and to stay away from you. you are known by the owner now of La Octava and they will be watching you. Jorge’s whole crown including Clara ( who laughed hard at and shared yur line of “I’m 30, doesn’t that scare you?” in which she replied; “my ex boyfriend is 32” ) know you’re a tool and are laughing hard at your ridiculous blog. you want hate…you got it bitch.

this wasn’t for the last word, you’re more power hungry than I…it was for the truth because your dumb ass never got it.

delete and done.

XXXXX

p.s. I faked my one and only orgasm because I felt sorry for you

She’s a real catch no? That last sentence was like a dagger in my heart! :laugh:

Just one correction to her email: my line is a tongue-in-cheek “Are you intimidated by older men?” and not “I’m 30, doesn’t that scare you?”

I didn’t respond to this email or others but she continued to write me daily from new email accounts, usually excerpting poetry or quotations from Ayn Rand. (I’ve saved them all in case I need to file a restraining order against her when I return home.) One of her last emails stated:

My love for you knows no boundaries or limitations and I wish to help you find your soul again.

Bunny boiler alert! :shudder:

Eventually she stopped because my forwarding of her emails must’ve made its way around D.C. and to her friends. I’m guessing they ran a “He’s no good for you girl!” type of intervention, and just like that my daily ego boosts were over. In the end I hold absolutely no ill will towards her and sincerely hope that the psychotic bitch gets the help she needs.

POSTSCRIPT: It has been brought to my attention from a friend that in the comments of her blog she is talking shit about my parents in an attempt to psychoanalyze why I dumped her. I may have to destroy her now. Let me see how my mood is later, but first I have to hit the gym, sunbathe, and then do some laundry.

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Nacirema
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GTL on these hoes.

grimytraveler
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The crazy ones have the best P*ssy!

Steve Lurkel
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wtf? wenches be trippin’!

Quasi
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“this will be the only time in which I will show an ego. mine is not fake because I truly am fucking cool. always have been too…was born with an inner something that was ripe for the sculpting. I don’t have to carry it on the outside because my quality is real. that’s why the boys stay with me for years. duh.”

there you have it..medication time!

and this “you’re a drama queen” guess that was true about Roosh 🙂 might consider using it for an introduction somewhere hehe.

Scary girl, she is really waisted.

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Her syntax is pretty intensely garbled.

Virgle Kent
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HA!

This was one of the things I wrote and talked about Roosh, if you’re a male blogger and are good at what you do, most of the time little new female bloggers will bang you only to run their mouths and talk shit about banging you and how “horrible” you were in bed blah blah blah small penis whatever. Now if you it was a one and done it might be believable you sucked in bed, but if a chick comes back for more, drives more than half an hour, crosses state lines, leaves the country for the dick. Well then the proof is in the action.

But these little blog chicks obviously don’t know the code of the blog streets. You never bang another blogger then use the fact that you know them personally to boost your blog cred? I mean if you have pics of this chick and more proof and she wants that war… go ahead and George Bush the fucking button. It seems like once a year someone wants to step in the ring with the blog Ali.

This is now your official blog groupie stalker anthem from Poetry girl to this chick….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM1RChZk1EU

Ferdinand Bardamu
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oh snap

This is not going to end well.

I am a contradiction with passion, heart, mind and body and am searching for the same.

Thanks for telling us in advance that you’re nuts. Guys, don’t ever fall in love with a girl who talks like this.

Ferdinand Bardamu’s last blog post: January 2010 Stupid Girl of the Month.

Matt
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Hahahahahaha! I love it when girls bring up their “6’4” boyfriends to intimidate people. Pathetic.

yohami
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Scaring and amusing at the same time. Tell me you didnt speak to her AT ALL before opening her legs.

Living Dead Bachelor
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@8….you mean 6’4 EX-boyfriends…which is even worse. What ex-boyfriend would defend this nutbar?

I also like how she throws in her ability to f*** as if that differentiates her from thousands of other female sluts her age in her city.

Girls like this are never going to get it…they’ll just keep lining up for another ride on the pump and dump machine until age limits restrict their entrance like a kid not meeting height requirements for the rides at Six Flags.

Virgle Kent
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My favorite part,

“I know you have a callused right hand and you only get forgettable, typical and unintelligent girls. I would never claim or brag about the girls you get. you fucking failure.”

Being that she is one of the girls that you got…. Does that make her one of the forgettable, typical and unintelligent girls?

The G Manifesto
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How come I never get emails like this?

I know its early in the week, but I am pretty certain this is going to be this weeks strongest sign that the apocalypse is coming.

“Blog Groupies”? Jeez. What is out country coming to? This “Micro-celebrity” thing is getting out of hand.

“I’ve landed a structural engineer, a financial annalist, an architect/signed musician and a political economist who was published and on television for his work done at Duke University. I play in the big leagues, period.”

Funny. I always thought those kind of cats were the “minor leagues”.

Roosh, for future reference, check out this:

How to Un-Pick up Girls http://www.thegmanifesto.com/2009/07/how-to-un-pick-up-girls.html

– MPM

The G Manifesto’s last blog post: For the People Pt. II.

Steve Lurkel
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“Funny. I always thought those kind of cats were the ‘minor leagues’.”

The G, FTW!

XQB
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Dearest XXXXX,

If you’re going to call someone an idiot and the women he beds unintelligent, you should at least run a quick SpellCheck on your manifesto, you DB.

Not that SpellCheck could have caught all the grammar and spelling errors above, of course. “Annalist” is my favorite, I think, but “mason-dixie line” and “fermions” are contenders.

Thanks for the laughs,
XQB

boston66
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Roosh guy, didn’t this girl show any warning signs?

West Coast Life
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I couldn’t even bring myself to read the entire e-mail. If this girl were half as good a writer as she thinks she is, she’d have two Pulitzers and a Nobel by now.

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i love when she brings up her astrological sign

Jason Argall
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Epic.

I’ve seen my share of psycho Gemini girls but that’s somewhere at the top of the list now.

Jason Argall’s last blog post: 4-Hour Workweek Successes.

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“We northern girls keep our boyfriend’s cocks warm at night as The Beach Boys sang about. ’tis true.”

I don’t remember that Beach Boys track. Was that off of Pet Sounds?

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My new favorite part…. “I slow danced with them sometimes and it always took them point two seconds to engorge with just a drift of fermions from my delicate, feminine, graceful neck.”

Fermions-a subatomic particle, such as a nucleon, that has half-integral spin and follows the statistical description given by Fermi and Dirac.

I wonder if she calls her vagina the Large Hadron Collider.

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Wow! That’s a lot of hate! For being “fucking cool, and always have been”…this is a very un-cool move.

I dated someone for 4 years and we were married for 1 year, and he had the audacity to just break up with me via email.

I was angry yes, but I went away quietly. It’s called class. Geez!

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I question our country’s educational system. I realize that an email is generally a very informal means of communication and as such proper capitalization and punctuation are frequently ignored. However, the email you quoted above appears to be written by a low functioning, perhaps mentally retarded, individual (whilst severely inebriated).

Should we really be gaming mentally handicap girls?

Todd H
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Your first (and hopefully last) psychotic notch.

The G Manifesto
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mr pilkington,

“We northern girls keep our boyfriend’s cocks warm at night as The Beach Boys sang about. ’tis true.”

“I don’t remember that Beach Boys track. Was that off of Pet Sounds?”

Ha. Good one.

Yeah, I think that was one of the “hidden tracks” on the album.

Pet Sounds. What a masterpiece. It was like the “Illmatic” of its day.

– MPM

The G Manifesto’s last blog post: For the People Pt. II.

Anonymous
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Give us more of her wacky emails. And her blog address.

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This shit is classic. Oh, man this is the typical crazy chick x100. Dude, the broad stated in an email that she hired muscle to assault you!!!

Stay the fuck away…..but please keep posting her emails….

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she must be girlfriend material or what? hahahah what a joke!

UgSlayer
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Hilarious. This girl’s liberal use of the world “sand nigger” exposes the true racism shrouded behind a cloud of fake liberal-ness. DC liberals crack me up.

UgSlayer
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word

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a “financial annalist”, some kind of archivist perhaps?

retired backpacker
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Scary shit man. Emails like this make me want to check under the bed before I go to sleep at night.

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Wait, Roosh, I have to know, man. What did she look like?

Danger
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“You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone.”

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Make it stop – please.

Paul
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This is fucking awesome.

There are so many Fucked up girls.

F U C K E D up..

I love it.

Every day I hope to meet one of these specimens so I can put them in their place like you clearly have roosh.

*Fist Pound

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She forgot …one part complete tool…

Willy Wonka
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Lmao. This shit is hilarious. What a lame chick. Girls are hilarious thinking they can hurt our feelings with shit like this, it’s all just too laughable.

Same old story…
Chick fucks dude all the time, can’t get enough of him – fucks him, sucks him, drives across state lines like VK said. Then dude quits talking to her, dumps her, leaves her, ignores her. Then she sends dude text/email/voicmail about “you’re not shit anyway, you got a little dick and my orgams were all faked”. Lmao – I’ve seen it happen too many times – chicks I’ve fucked with, chicks my homeboys fuck with, girls always resort to the same shit once they feel hurt/wronged. Actions speak louder than words – especially when the words come out of a chick’s mouth.

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I have learned in life after many lays that some women are just not worth the lay, and they will result in more harm than pleasure whether it’s psychological or physical… guard your pants bro, it’s a jungle out there…

Anonymous
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We here in Miami call that a Dumb crazy ho! Good job Roosh, you must of done something right for that crazy bitch to actually take the time to write that dumb fucking nonsense…

Jamila
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This reminds me of something that I read on Roissy’s blog awhile ago called the “Jumbotron test,” or something like that.

It was basically saying NEVER text, type, or email something that you would not want blown up and shown on the jumbotron at a major sporting event. Lesson learned.

I feel sorry for this girl ’cause I know that whatever happened between the two of you she is really hurt by it. I’m just hoping she learns the “jumbotron lesson” and next time doesn’t let her feelings get the best of her.

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Good Job! If you made her this pissed of you definitely did something right! Common response to a pump and dump that I’ve seen in my friends:

Man hits woman where it hurt (dignity), and woman makes up bullshit to intimidate man where it hurts (sexual performance and ability to defend self).

Chick also needs to work on grammar.

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“one life so bullshit doesn’t fit into my schedule or plans or time.”
-Yes after reading this looooooooong rant I can see that her time is very precious indeed.

“you’re a drama queen”
-umm, wait who is the drama queen??

Ironic that latinas, not americans, are known for being jealous and possessive…

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Willy Wonka said “dude quits talking to her, dumps her, leaves her, ignores her. Then she sends dude text/email/voicmail about “you’re not shit anyway,”

Reminds me of this gem
http://emailsfromcrazypeople.com/2009/08/11/backpacking-through-europe-is-treacherous/

chanusi
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I was considering returning to the states after 30 years in europe,changing mind rapidly psycho’s everywhere 😉

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Yes, I read it. I had several friends in the city pass it on to me that you had posted about me.

My apologies to all who had to suffer through the mis-spellings and horrible grammar. I was clearly upset and never bothered to go back to edit or spell check. I also fill in words while writing in the moment that may not be the right word (fermions vs. pheromones) to hold the place of the word I need to get the spelling for. I am not a writer, I became a blogger to talk about love, relationships and art. I was asked in countless e-mails if I had ever met Roissy, VK or you, given that we are all in the DC area so I stated that I had met them. VK was nice to me and my roommate. He was warm, friendly and funny. I see another side to him now with the comments he posted. That’s ok, I know he is on the side of his friend, which is to be expected. I do not wish to gain anything by admitting to having met him or you or Roissy. I do not promote my blog, I do not push it on other blogs and I never leave “my latest” blog post link on any blogs that I may comment on. That is not why I write a blog. I was not up to snuff in the “blog” world, I only started in September.

To all:

How do I respond? I will be judged and most likely ridiculed regardless of what I write. I will write the truth and do my best to walk away.

I met Roosh when out in DC and we discovered that we were born on the same day when chatting. I felt a sort of kinship for him immediately due to this. I had never met anyone born on the same day as me, and thinking of how this tall skinny kid with his fluffy, shaggy hair was blowing out candles every year in June touched a soft spot in me because I too, though a not so tall, skinny kid with long fluffy hair had been blowing out candles throughout all of the awkward growing up years too. I also had a soft spot for him because he is half Persian and half Turkish. My roommate and best friend is from Turkey and I have learned a great deal about the culture and love the country itself.

Moving on…

I had never had a one night stand before and I “allowed” myself to go home with him that night because I was truly heartbroken over the loss of a love just months prior. I had slept with five guys at that point due to being in a couple of long terms, and I was thirty-one. The sex was bad, but I assumed it was because it was a one night stand and I had been told that most one night stand sex is bad. I was kind to Roosh. I was generous, open and affectionate. I hadn’t been burned, or pumped and dumped so I am not bitter nor jaded. I like guys and have always admired them and respect them in many ways. It wouldn’t occur to me to be evil to them or cold.

After meeting up with him a couple more times I was sent a link to his blog via a friend and I was floored to say the least. I cried. I felt like a complete fool. He had tricked me. I was a joke for him and his friends and this blog and you readers of this blog. How embarrassing for me. I hadn’t been guarded, I was open and honest with him. God, if only I had known who and what he was, then I could have protected myself a bit more. I wasn’t given that option.

I thought about the situation for a while and wrote him a sad email and told him I felt like a fool and that yes, he had indeed “gamed” me. He called me insecure and crazy and the usual lot that goes with what he writes to a girl when she discovers his blog. It is probably a standardized e-mail response that he mails out several times a month to various girls.

Now I know that this will sound very silly to most of you, but I forgave Roosh because I don’t necessarily think his lifestyle is a bad one. I see myself in him in ways, in spirit I mean. I separated myself and my personal hurt and shame and defended him against the many hatersamong my friends. I am not a feminist. If he believes in no god and no higher purpose, then that is his right.

I tend to travel and visit friends in other countries when they invite me because I love travel, so I went to visit him in Colombia. We had been e-mailing back and forth a few times and I thought us to be friends. I am not stupid for my mis-spellings and general horrible writing in that e-mail he has posted above, but I am for thinking that he would be my friend in return. I am stupid for trusting him the first time, the second and the third.

I was positive we would not have sex when seeing him in South America because we never connected sexually. We just…didn’t. I don’t assume it was because he sucks in bed, it was because he didn’t like me. An insecure person would never admit the realization that someone doesn’t like them. Roosh wasn’t into me, so I figured it to be a “safe” friendship visit. I thought we would hang and I would not get in the way of his “gaming” girls. I was not a threat or a challenge to any girls he may meet while I was down there. I tried to go out the first night in a big group that I had met at my hostel, but he blew them off and was rude to them when theywere trying to make plans to meet up with us later.

My trip was horrible. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret that I went. I needed a beak so badly at the time and Roosh was very cruel to me the entire time I was there. He harassed me, name called me and most hurtful, was very, very cold and stiff towards me. This behavior came after we had gone out and drank a few drinks and ended up back at his place. I thought that maybe “we” deserved a second chance. Maybe the chemistry was just off due to other things. The sex was so robotic and unfeeling and cold that I stopped in the middle of it. I got up, got dressed, apologized several times and asked him to take me home.

Needless to say, He got very angry and was very mean to me for the remainder of my time there. He yelled at me so badly and said such terrible, hurtful things that I stood before him sobbing like a fool and asked him to please, please help me just get on a plane back to the states. I did not speak the language and I was all alone there and he was the only “friend” I had. He refused.

I stopped the sex because I was worried about being made a chump, again. It was bad, that is a fact not an opinion. He didn’t like me, I could tell. So, I stopped. Roosh wins. He gamed me, he played me, he used me, he got to make fun of me, he now gets to put the final touches on another gain for “team men” through posting my insane, angry email. There is nothing I can do but own it. I wrote it and others, it is true. I wrote him kind ones too. I had bought him a birthday gift and never gave it to him, I never got the chance.

I felt the need to explain some things with that email because he never got that I was a good woman, I had kept my legs closed. I had been disciplined and hadn’t slept around. Out of the many, many players that have tried to get in my pants, he did because he was born on Flag day. I am a stupid, stupid woman. Never had I ever thought that I would meet someone born on the same day as me, man or woman, and think that they would turn out to be my enemy. Not only my enemy but someone who clearly hates me and wishes me true harm.

to Roosh:

I will say it again as I had in other emails, I didn’t deserve what you have done to me. I never slutted myself out and you have now ruined all of those years with one simple posting saying that I allowed you to cum in me. I am now ruined, just like that. I was disciplined for nothing. It was all for nothing.

You were wrong about Jorge, him and I are still friends. Both him and I could never figure out why you cared so much that we became close. He was your friend and so was I. I meant you no harm. And you’re wrong about me. But no one will see that, least of all you. I made the comment on my blog regarding your upbringing, or lack there of, and since you boys are so die-hard on facts and analysis, I simply pointed out that you fit the bill for having a very troubled, weak, upbringing. Your temper and the way you changed moods so frequently is a sign of an unstable personality. I was always calm and polite towards you. You would have to throw the “psycho” term back at me.

I’ll keep forgiving you, and I keep trying, against all writing, and harsh criticisms, and all hurtful rants that you and others rage against American girls because I want to believe in American boys. The rest of the world has given up on you all. I would pull you out of the mud and I would feed you and shelter you and treat you with kindness even though you are my enemy. It’s a shame Roosh, it could have been fun, it could have been easy going and we could have formed a friendship but you couldn’t keep your nonsense under control. You know the truth, the whole truth. Tell them how I was to you before I found out about the blog. What a fool I was, looking at you with warmth and trust. Never making you jump through hoops or shit tests. Inviting you into my home and my bed. And chumping me wasn’t enough for your entertainment. You had to be hateful to me while I was out my element while in a foreign land and all alone. I know you cared little. I could feel it. Wasn’t that punishment enough?

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I would request that you please take this down, please.

the male secretary
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the male secretary
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Pen and pad ready. Shoot.

the crazy bitch
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the crazy bitch
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I would request that you keep this up, please.

M.C.D.
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Sorry to break this to you girl, but you are… pathetic. This ranting really isn’t about Roosh, it about your own insecurities about sex. Privately you do enjoy sex, but publicly you present yourself as “disciplined,” never “slutting yourself out.” I don’t know where your existential guilt comes from, but you need to face up to it. Your confused image of roosh proves this. You concede to him his “rights” but then call him a bully, and generally insult him. Don’t try to play the victim in this, “oh yes I was played, I was just too nice to the big bad wolf. I don’t give up on you American boys.” Please don’t insult us, if you want to be a b*tch be a B*tch. But if you want to “keep yourself above this,” don’t list long rants that only impel us to laugh at you.
We are not what you say you want, but what you actually desire. It would be easier if you were more honest with yourself.

Chuck
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Good display of Game and its effects which women have brought on themselves. Ladies wanted this, they have to suffer the consequences.

Chuck’s last blog post: Penis Myths.