Your Friend Is Creepy

I went to the college club on a Wednesday night. The crowd was predominately college freshman. The guys didn’t look much older than my 15-year-old brother and the girls, while beautiful, were in huge groups. My Estonian friend Yargus was supposed to show up to meet me with a lady friend of his, but I got impatient and decided to go somewhere else.

In Tartu there were two popular bars and four large clubs. Three clubs sucked and the one I had just left from had mostly teenage girls. The bars weren’t much better. One named Zavod was a dank pit while the other, Moku, was the size of a bedroom. Still, for a college town of only 100,000 people, there were several options, all within walking distance of each other.

I checked out Zavod first. It was packed with people, mostly guys, and everyone was ugly. I heard Spanish and English as much as Estonian and there were senior citizens hanging out at the bar getting drunk. I left to take a peek at Moku. On the walk there I received a text message from Yargus: “Hey, that girl you danced with last week is going to Zavod. I just ran into her.”

Before getting the message I had seen her on the opposite side of the street after leaving Zavod, but she didn’t see me, and even if she did, I doubt she would have cared.

Maggie was 23 years old and finishing her final semester of college. I took a liking to her because of her wide eyes, thick lips, strawberry brown hair, and gentle smile. I used to like sass in a girl, but my time in Poland changed that. Girls who were sweet, gentle, and slightly shy became my new preference, and Maggie fit the bill.

When we met the week before, I led her to the dance floor. I thought I was doing well until she stepped back when I tried to touch her hips. I asked if she had a boyfriend, the only logical reason she would deny a subtle move, and she said that it was “complicated.” Tired of being tricked by European women with boyfriends who wanted to use me to get attention, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and never returned.

Moku was quiet with only ten or so people, all sitting down. I grabbed a seat by the bar and ordered a scotch. If I wasn’t getting laid, I might as well enjoy some fine liquor. I ordered the most expensive scotch they had, which came to $6.

The bartender had a neck tattoo of a cheetah. Neck tattoos in Estonia were novel. It didn’t look quite right, but I’m sure the local girls thought it was bad ass. He started asking questions about where I was from and what I was doing in Estonia. It turned out that he was in the Estonian military and about to leave for Afghanistan.

“Afghanistan? As part of our war?” I asked.

“Yes, we have guys there now.”

“Estonia has troops in Afghanistan?”

“Yes about 150. You don’t hear about this in America?”

“Most Americans don’t even know that Estonia is a country.”

“Well we are a part of NATO, so we help you guys out so that if Russia invades us again you’ll help defend us.”

“Does Estonia have oil?” I asked.

“Not much.”

“Then we probably won’t come to your rescue.”

“But we have beautiful women.”

“I won’t deny that!”

Next to me was a group of four girls. The cutest one, who I later found out was the bartender’s girlfriend, motioned me over. I moved my chair a couple inches and leaned over.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Roosh.”

“Do you want to talk to my friend?” She looked over at the fattest girl in the group.

“Whatever,” I said, disappointed, but the fat girl didn’t even turn to look at me. I was getting rejected by a fattie I hadn’t even approached.

“Did you say something to her?” the cute girl asked.

“What are you talking about? I never spoke to any of you before.”

“Well, then why is she upset?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” I said, moving my chair back and turning away.

At last call, the cute girl came up to me again, still trying to solve the mystery as to why her fat friend was upset.

“Maybe she’s gassy,” I offered.

Then she stuck around, giving me the impression that she wanted to talk to me. It made sense once I found out that her boyfriend was being shipped out in a week. The bartender had been nice to me so I didn’t want to be a jerk and work on his girlfriend. It would have been more proper to wait until he was on the battlefield, fighting my country’s war.

I looked at the time as I left the bar. Almost 3:30. I wanted to go home, but something told me to keep going. I remembered the text message from Yargus. I started walking in the direction of Zavod, now hopeful about a girl I had long since given up on. I convinced myself that I wasn’t acting desperate, that I just wanted to see her reaction when she saw me. If it was positive, I’d pursue it.

On the walk to Zavod, a blonde girl was walking in the opposite direction. I don’t know what it is about Estonian girls, but approaching them on the street yields tremendous results. My first three street approaches at night all led to venue changes. For whatever reason, Estonian girls are totally different creatures when isolated from their friends.

“Excuse me, do you know of a bar that’s still open?” I waited a second until just before I knew what she was going to say, then added, “Except for Zavod. I really hate that bar.”

She laughed and started thinking aloud. She was cheery, thin, and had an average face that wasn’t as good as Maggie’s, but for a Wednesday night I couldn’t deny that she was a good prospect. I was committed.

She suggested a bar, then said, “Let’s go check it out.” Four for four. The only other place I’d had great luck with nighttime street game was in Iceland.

“So, dude, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Did you live in America? European girls don’t usually say dude.”

“I watch a lot of American television.”

“I see. Well, I’m here for a couple months, just hanging out, I guess.”

“Do you know anyone here?”

“Yeah, I have a friend named Yargus. I like him because he’s older like me and we have some things in common. Most guys in Tartu are young, so it’s hard to get along with them.”

“Wait! Does Yargus have blonde hair?”

“Yes.”

“Is he like 30?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“I know him!”

“Oh, cool,” I said.

“He’s the creepy guy!”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah he’s the creepy guy. My friends know him as the creepy guy.”

My dick’s instinct was to throw him under the bus, but my brain fought it. “I think he’s cool,” I said. “He showed me around and introduced me to some clubs.”

“But he’s creepy!”

“No, I don’t think so at all. You’re wrong.”

She stopped walking, then said, “I don’t think I can hang with someone who is friends with Yargus.”

“You’re being offensive. It’s easy to call someone names. What did he do that was so bad?”

“He’s just creepy.”

“You’re just talking shit. The only person who’s creepy is you.”

I made a U-turn, only steps from my apartment, and headed toward Zavod. The fact that this girl, probably no older than 20, was wrongly judging a fun and charismatic guy was unacceptable. I wondered if maybe she had been watching a little too much American television.

By then it was four a.m. The odds that Maggie would still be at Zavod were almost zero, but by going home I felt that the girl on the street would win. I’d show her—by going to the worst bar in town.

Zavod was even worse than before: five guys for every hideous girl. But there was Maggie, standing alone and not talking to a guy. Now came the moment of truth. I walked up to her and squinted, as if I barely remembered her. She saw me and closed the gap with a big hug. I’ve never seen a smile so big.

Within a couple minutes her hand was on my chest. I repeated the same move from the previous week, the hip touch move, and this time she didn’t resist. I got a drink and we talked so close that we were practically in full embrace. She was maintaining the conversation, doing her best to make sure I didn’t leave. My boner had arrived onto the scene.

Her blonde friend interrupted for a conference. She was with a guy, so the best scenario would be that she left with him while Maggie stayed with me. That’s exactly what happened. After the friend had been gone ten minutes, I suggested that we leave, too. She didn’t object.

I dragged her back to my cave, saying that just because she came inside didn’t mean we were going to have sex. Once in my apartment, she wouldn’t even let me kiss her. It had to be the boyfriend. She wouldn’t let me get close, either, but at the same time she didn’t seem uncomfortable, enjoying the strong vodka drink I made for her.

After an hour of talking without progress, I resigned myself to getting her number. At one point, after running out of ideas, I said, “How about we go to my bed and make love?” She laughed it off. With failure inevitable, I began to get looser with my speech.

“I don’t think I’m going to stay in Tartu for more than a couple more weeks. I really like the city, but it’s a bit too small for me. I’ll go to Tallinn and then to Lithuania to finish my writing project, but I really want to live in Ukraine. I want to stay there for a couple months. I study Russian an hour every day.”

“So you’re not staying in Estonia for long?”

“I know I should lie to you and say I’m staying long, or at least keep it vague, but after my time in Poland, I think I need to take a break from Europe to go somewhere different. Ukraine gives me that opportunity. Unfortunately, you and I won’t fall in love and have hairy half-Estonian babies,” I said, smiling weakly.

Then, inexplicably, she kissed me. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t even have a chance to wet my lips. Like a switch she went from being guarded to being passionate, and in no time we were on the couch with me frantically removing her clothes. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I had 100% given up on the idea of sex, but then we were fucking on the couch and then on the bed.

After I came down from my orgasm, I looked at her and said, “I didn’t expect that.” It’s almost becoming a cliché that I get sex after I thought all hope was lost.

“I like to give surprises,” she said.

“I had given up, you know.”

“I know you had, and that’s why I kissed you.”

“So you made me suffer?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it worked.”

“I knew I wanted to have sex with you when we were at Zavod,” she said.

“But you resisted coming to my apartment, and then to kiss.”

“I know.”

“Even then you knew were going to have sex?”

“Yes, I had already decided.”

What a mind fuck! What she was saying was that the only game I needed the entire night was to not give up. As long as I hung in there, I would have been rewarded. While I do think I could have blown the opportunity by doing stupid things, what she was telling me suggested that girls decided on sex well before men realized they had.

Maggie reminded me not to bother figuring out women, but just to do the things they reward. They reward guys who approach, make conversation, and persist. I can happily do all three.

After she left the next afternoon, I thought of Yargus and the text message he had sent. It was probably just an afterthought to him, a way to ping his new American friend, but for me it made all the difference. I made sure to thank him the next day, not mentioning what had happened with the girl I met on the street.

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“It would have been more proper to wait until he was on the battlefield, fighting my country’s war.”

Nothing quite captures the rot at the core of Western society/culture than this sentence right here.

It’s the way of the world now: alpha slays, beta pays.

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Awesome story. Can’t wait to read your Baltic Trilogy when it drops Friday.

Virgle Kent
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This is a great story and shows what happens when friends stick up for each other and when men stick to their principles. I have a story about figuring out women…. fuck that noise

also this…

“Does Estonia have oil?” I asked.

“Not much.”

“Then we probably won’t come to your rescue.”

HA!

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I am sure that Yargus will be very happy that you mentioned “it” in your blog… and book.

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wait wait wait

so in estonia, right off of asking a girl on the street where a good bar is, she is willing to bounce with you? wat. are you sure there was no talking/gaming in between your initial question and her invite?

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No. This guy and the couple of foreign pick up artists that live here from Holland and Portugal are known jack asses. Estonian girls can see their pathetic game a mile away. They prey on girls too drunk to see straight.

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Works in America, too. I’ve even done:
“What are you girls up to?”
“We’re going to go play pool at ____”
“Alright, let’s go.”

Alpha Traits
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Lost it at:

“My dick’s instinct was to throw him under the bus, but my brain fought it.”

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The only ones who complain about the alpha slays and the beta pays are the betas. Stop bieng a douche and man up. Who the fuck gave you permission to question what America does? Yes, I know freedom is evil and if you blow up a school bus full of western children you will get 50 virgins when you die, because everyone knows you couldn’t get any pussy while you were alive, unless it was your favorite goat and the only reason the goat let you was because she didn’t want to be pushed over the cliff.

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American Strong – I hope you’re joking. Would an alpha tell himself: you know what? I have no standing to question my country’s political leaders. I should “man up” and accept what some old guys in Washington say. This sounds identical to women’s and Christian conservative pleas for guys to “man up” and accept what society tells them about marriage.

christian player
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Awesome story. REAL COUNTRIES HAVE OIL ~ Exxon.

Anonymous
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Yeah, American Strong sounds like a brainwashed idiot.

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Washington did not tell me we need to kick the shit out of some assholes that deserved it. When you attack someone, unprovoked, because you do not like what they have (or are in truth jealous of what they have) you deserve to get smacked down like a bitch. If someone came into your home and killed members of your family would you sit there and think “Well, they do have a point, if my Mom/Sister/Girlfriend hadn’t wore those knee length shorts nobody would have noticed.” As for the conservative women and christion remark, if you don’t like christians or marriage thats fine, you can die alone and go to hell, who gives a shit. If you have family or children then you most definitely should man up and support them and that goes far beyond financially. If not then don’t fucking worry about it. Talk about not questioning your leadership, liberals will parrot everthing thier leaders say regardless of how incorrect or untrue it is. I’m not talking about opinions, but actual facts. Do the world and the gene pool a favor and don’t reproduce.

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Great story. A lot of laughs. I enjoy your writing, Roosh, just for the sake of the writing itself, nevermind the insights into women.

This one’s takehome was great–keep grinding on the basics, be outcome independent.

Cheers. Hope DC is better than your remember.

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@ American Strong

By “alpha slays, beta pays” I meant that the alphas are back home slaying pussy while the betas pay the cost by being marched off to war and other drudgery to keep the whole rigged game going.

Oh, and you’re an idiot.

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So did you ever figure out why Yargus was creepy? does he just approach a lot with wak game?

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“The bartender had been nice to me so I didn’t want to be a jerk and work on his girlfriend. It would have been more proper to wait until he was on the battlefield, fighting my country’s war”

Ha

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sounds like Yargus has smashed in quite a few 20 years olds in that town and done the good ol’ pump and dump a few times, so the girls dumped rationalise that he’s creepy to their friends in that whole herd mentality that females engage in.

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@ dragnet (who names themselves after an old television show?) Oh, and your girl is probably getting pounded as we speak by some other dude. (That’s probably not true though, you would have to have a girl for that to happen.)

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American Strong = FUCKING PSYCHO

Go suck Santorums dick, you little bitch.

Bronan The Barbarian!
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“Maybe she’s gassy” = awesome fattie takedown.

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If judging without evidence is unacceptable, forget Guadalajara, Mexico. Girls here will throw you under the bus based on rumor, wrong clothes, or funny accents.

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The first Estonian girl I went out with after we were going out for awhile I told her: I knew I wanted you within the first 10 minutes of meeting you. And she goes, 10 minutes! I knew within the first 10 seconds! smile

Yes, a few women have told me this that they usually know if they want a guy or not fairly quickly. But that does not mean they will follow through on it. It just means they are open to the possibility of it happening.

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>“Maybe she’s gassy,” I offered.

Roosh, I almost coughed up a lung when I read that lol.

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If having ideals and the balls to defend them is psychotic then thank you. You would get bitch slapped like a disobedient whore, so pull the dick out of your ass and the balls out of your mouth, get off welfare, and go vote (presuming you live in a country that allows low-life shitheads to vote) who knows you may be able to buy that new car or house with the increases your liberal fag friends will give you. Better yet get a job and support the fifteen kids you have with women so that they can collect welfare benefits until they run out and then you can move on to some other poor women with low self-esteem and charm her with the clothes, jewelry and car some other woman paid for with tax payer’s money. Maybe buy another gold tooth for your head. Pussy.

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”Maggie reminded me not to bother figuring out women”

they are crazy, it’s wasted time. Brilliant story. Not because of the girl, but because of you.

Southern Man
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Some of your best writing. For some reason it made me think of Hunter S. Thompson? Is Roosh becoming the HST of game?

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I have no plans ever to go to Estonia, Lithuania or Latvia

But fuck it, I’ll buy them shits just for the writing and the stories

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23 : Best writing and Hunter S. Thompson in the same phrase ? Really ?

That was a very great story, perfect balance between hope and bitterness.

iwan suli
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amm… are you guys being serious?

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Had she really decided to have sex already at the bar, or was the “I’m out of here soon, so it won’t come out to your boyfriend/family/hen circle” what tipped the balance, with the “love at first sight” story simply being fleet footed hamsterwork?

And to the “American Strong”‘s who fancies themselves somewhat noble for sneaking around and banging soldiers’ girls, safe in the knowledge that their favorite Massa Alpha in Washington will look out for his little sycophants when said soldiers come back: In free countries, said soldiers are free to do as they like to people like you. And to girls unworthy. And in the long run, freedom triumphs.

Compared to resisting tyranny, it has always been alpha, by Roissy’s definition, to suck up to whomever is temporarily in charge. The fifth columnists who sided with Hitler in WW2 undoubtedly had better pussy access than those who were stripped of their social standing for resisting. But is being a simple suckup to whomever happens to reside in the White House at any given time really something to aspire to?

It is a shame that the betas in this dystopia of ours, particularly those who are betas solely for being decent, have so misunderstood the meaning of decency that it prevents them from simply gunning guys like you, stoning girls like the ones you referred to, and bludgeoning any bastard children that may have resulted from Your unholy unions, all until death. While doing what they can to aid the next Tim McVeigh in getting a nice sized warhead into DC, to deal with your beloved Massa. But they’ll either come around, or their less delusional brothers from the east will end up doing their job for them. And thank goodness for that.

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I would like to clarify my question with the following:

a) there seems to be a huge group of commentators (in the internet) who seem to be arguing about war and machismo culture in the commentry section of some soft(ish) core porn foreplay short story;
b) there seems to be a huge group of commentators who believe that this soft(ish) core porn foreplay short story is the best thing written since The Holy Bible, or at least since Decameron (see how educated I am?).

It is a fucking sad story. One guy is the local famous “creepy axe murderer stereotype guy” who gets his name published in the internet (his name was probably Margus not Yargus, asshole!) and another one walks around a small town at 3.30 o clock in the morning begging for pussy.

That is fucking sad.

So, again, are you guys fucking serious?

[Roosh: Yargus is a cool guy who has zero problems with women. The Americanized chick was just being a cunt. I hid his identity pretty well, I doubt more than a couple people would figure it out.]

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Should’ve told the bitch you for sure weren’t falling in love with her when she purposely wants to make you suffer. Fucking hell.

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> Maggie reminded me not to bother figuring out women, but just to do the things they reward. They reward guys who approach, make conversation, and persist. I can happily do all three.

lol, you’re letting women control you. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… your alpha male.

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It seems pretty clear to me that Maggie jumped you after she knew you weren’t going to be in town for long.

She clearly has something else going on, and hearing that you’d be gone soon just made everything easier. Am I the only one seeing that?

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32 lol perfect example of this alpha/beta wank bullshit that goes on in the manosphere. Who gives a shit? He got relatively quick, hassle-free sex, that’s what i’m in it for.

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The travel stories you put out before each book have become my favourite part of your blog, they combine the two different sides to your writing in a way that is really enjoyable to read.

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Roosh – I think you missed the point. The second you told her that you were leaving Estonia was when she decided that you were a ‘safe bang’. She has a boyfriend and was conflicted. By saying that you are leaving you gave the justification she needed.

When she said to you that she decided at the club to have sex with you she actually meant that she ‘felt’ like having sex with you at the club. And based on your description her warm response there was congruent with that mental state. The shit she told you after sex was just typical female rationalization. Women don’t ‘decide’ shit – 95 percent of the time they just do what makes sense to them at the moment.

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After leaving Estonia Roosh said he did’nt bang there. But now in this writing it turns up he DID bang… So which one is correct???

[Roosh: Where did I say I didn’t bang there? We’ll wait…]

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Cool story bro. Too much head games with white women, man.

I’m a very lazy man, hence why I like India and Asia so much. No need for games and bullshit here.

Come over some time, let’s have a beer.

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“Whatever,” I said, disappointed, but the fat girl didn’t even turn to look at me. I was getting rejected by a fattie I hadn’t even approached.

Ahahahahaha I literally cracked up laughing.

Love your writing style Roosh.

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Hey Roosh, I’m glad you got the bang with Maggie. But seriously man, it sounds like you had to work way too hard to get it. I personally would not have that much patience. There has to be a quicker, easier way to cut through all the bullshit a woman throws your way.

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# 30 iwan suli

I think that the only thing you ‘clarified’ is that you are a complete dickhead.

Walking at 3.30 am ‘begging for pussy?’ I don’t see anyone doing that in the story. Roosh is a guy that goes out of the house with a mission: to fuck. This to him is a mission, and I think I understand him perfectly. It’s even beyond sex. If it was about sex, he could simply settle with a girlfriend in Washington DC. The guy goes continually out of his comfort zone by getting his ass in other countries, learning new languages, and fucking as many different women as possible. This guy is a true hunter, and I have learned a lot from him.

I see a few dickheads like you who make shit attempts at putting Roosh under a weak light. Wake up, fucking idiot, people are able to draw their own conclusions, Roosh is doing more in a couple of years than you ever will in twelve.

He did the right thing by persisting. He didn’t beg for pussy, idiot. You probably have one of these pretty bitch-like faces a’ la DiCaprio, we average looking men can’t always be ‘cocky and funny’ or ‘assholes’ like you. I understand the guy perfectly, he wanted to get laid. It’s like it was a friend of mine, I would high-five him, asshole, not put him down with some imaginary bullshit that I pull out of my ass.

You guys have mental issues, you are angry little dicks who want other people to fail. Fuck you, asshole.

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PS. and we could all see that the girl who slagged off Karzul or whatever his fucking name is, was an americanized cunt. Are you an idiot? Well yeah, apparently you are really fucking retarded.

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PPS. and you are just another americanized cunt for judging this Yarzul guy. You don’t know him. Women talk junk most of the time. Duh? I would not have been so stupid either, to believe that a guy is ‘creepy’ just because a silly bitch tells me ‘ummmm….I don’t know, he’s just creepy’.
I admire Roosh for having dumped her there as the silly bitch she was. I would have done the same, I can’t stand stupid people like that.

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PPPS. ‘anonymous’ is moi, the wonderful madmax….forgot to sign. Asshole

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It’s depressing to hear a girl from Estonia, a country which Roosh quite rightly admits most Americans know nothing about, repeating American inanities such as calling a guy creepy for no articulate reason.

The word creepy is the catch-all term of disparagement for men today. A beta boyfriend who’s too nice? He’s creepy. An aggressive guy at the club? Creepy. A normal gentleman who just happens to be middle-aged? Creepy. A guy who’s successful at cold approaches? Creepy – by the girls not being picked up or by girls feeling sour grapes afterwards.

Basically, there isn’t a guy alive today who hasn’t been considered creepy by American and apparently Americanized cunts for no good reason.

Hey, guess what? A guy who gropes strangers, a guy that watches his neighbors through his binoculars, a *girl* that keeps texting a guy who pumped and dumped her without taking the hint – that’s creepy.

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Whenever you mention religion or politics in an unrelated topic online the argument is over. You lost.

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What a man. I took notes.

Ditch girls quickly who use the word “Creepy” unconciously. Stop rewarding lame women because they have a slit. Don’t give your valuable male attention to women with the mental maturity of 15 year olds. Find and **** the Maggies instead.

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Well you could always charm your way into her pants, bang that shit unmercilessly and right before you jizz on her face tell her that he is your friend and she is a useless cum soaked gutter slut who imitates a caricature of Americans, then zip your shit up and haul ass. (Who the fuck imitates what they see on tv and in movies anyway?) Are all foreign women that desperate to pattern themselves after Americans and why?. I was deployed to Bosnia in the 90’s and it was like I walked onto the set of Welcome Back Kotter. I was expecting John Travolta to walk around the corner any minute. And for the guys arguing of politics find a damn political website to spew your shit, its fucking annoying reading about how the corrupt evil American government will be brought down by an equally currupt government from the middle east. Different shit same smell.

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to 48-
Naa fucking her is still a reward to her. She wont put 2 and 2 together.
We live in times where very few women have had a man walk away from them for shitty behaviour. Even bad attention is better than no attention for these women.
Don’t reward women at all if you don’t like their behaviour. The only way shit will change.