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WOKE at 7 years old: What was your first redpill/lightbulb you experienced about females? I first got redpilled when I was 7 years old. I had moved to a new school that year. l'd moved schools before so I knew how daunting things could be. Fortunately for me, I became quick friends with some guys who had a habit of trading sports cards with each other during class. I had a ton myself, and I was in after giving one of them a decent Troy Aikman card. One lived across the road from me and another lived in a house we passed on our way back home from school. We were trading cards and buying packs of them at the corner store all the time. The one who lived across the street got me for my $25 Penny Hardaway by saying his Hakeem Olajuwon was worth way more. It was only worth $18. I was pissed, but eventually suckered him into trading off his 1991 Brett Favre when he played for the Falcons his rookie year. Paybacks a bitch, Kyle. Weeks went by and a girl I had a crush on started taking an interest in me. It was a big deal for me because she was the girl everyone had a crush on. Nobody would ask her out. Days later one of her friends came up to me and handed me her number, telling me I was her boyfriend now. Fast forward 2 months after all the butterfly stuff faded and everything got old, rumors were going around about how I needed to buy her a ring or else she was going to dump me. I guess her friends were getting rings and it was kind of a thing at this school. Although I didn't know what an ultimatum was at the time I did understand the principle of it and I remember how irritated I was. In the end I told her I wasn't going to buy her a ring. I didn't want to pay for it anyway because all my allowance went toward baseball cards. Fast forward 2 months after all the butterfly stuff faded and everything got old, rumors were going around about how I needed to buy her a ring or else she was going to dump me. I guess her friends were getting rings and it was kind of a thing at this school. Although I didn't know what an ultimatum was at the time I did understand the principle of it and I remember how irritated I was. In the end I told her I wasn't going to buy her a ring. I didn't want to pay for it anyway because all my allowance went toward baseball cards. After she dumped me I was oddly relieved. First because I was just happy pencil out of anger. I was tired of all the pressure from her friends and she was just way too full of herself. After that I was known as the guy who went out with Amy which meant all the girls liked me now. I picked didn't stab me with a the best one that liked me but she moved a few weeks later. The day after she moved I had 3 new girlfriends. Long story short, the herd mentality is real. Something else to glean from this. If I hadn't made friends quick that year l'm almost certain Amy wouldn't have liked me. Women hate guys who fly solo. I was a cute kid but at the same time my parents hated me. Half my jeans had holes from street hockey and backyard football with the neighbor kids. I had one of those barbershop haircuts and had to wear glasses. Although I never wore them, l'd break them every chance I got. I broke so many pair of glasses "on accident" in elementary school, sorry mom. TD;LR: I realized my first girlfriend ever cared more about a ring I wouldn't give her than about me being her boyfriend. Herd mentality also starts early, even as early as elementary school. WOKE at 7 years old
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The first message is what he sent to my friend, the rest he sent to me after she blocked him. He goes to the same uni, and wont leave her alone.: I was just trying to be kind with you, i wasn't even trying with you, but you didn't even let me say "Hi'" that you started screaming. You're too full of expectations towards me, you don't even realize that I'm just trying to be friendly, but sometimes it becomes impossible because when i look at you you keep being the most beautiful thing my eyes have seen since i came here, and this makes the things complicated, because sometimes the feeling that i have with you just becomes stronger than my will, andi end up saying things that i shouldn't say. I'm doing my best but it's hard to know that i still want you if i can't have you, it makes me feel like shit every moment that you're not here with me. I make mistakes because i need and i deserve a wonderful girl like you in my life. But I'm just trying to be friend with you, as you asked me, and believe me or not I'm just that gentle that you're confusing my intentions now. I just want to be friends because I'm not gonna blame you and I'm not gonna chase you if you don't want to stay with me. you in my life. But I'm just trying to be friend with you, as you asked me, and believe me or not I'm just that gentle that you're confusing my intentions now Look at this, i mean, how can she be so blinded to not understand such a basic rule of life: just appreciate who is appreciating her like I'm always doing. I wasn't even waiting for a reply and she blocked me again without saying anything, this is so childish, how can she be so unable to behave with life in the correct way? I don't get it. She's always running away from me like ifi did who knows what, and I really didn't do anything a single time, running away to go who knows where, if bet what you want she will never find any place where she will feel appreciated like she would be here with me. How can she be so stupid to not even give a reply to this? She will never find anyone else like me in her life, opened my heart two times to her and she broke it, this is not a way to behave if she's not doing the kindergarten. I was not even waiting for a reply, but what's the purpose of blocking me after such a beautiful message like this that nobody else will ever write for her? I could forget her, if we managed to keep at least a normal friendship. But how can i do it if she keeps being so childish and if she disappear like this making me suffering every single day because of this? It's impossi ble I'm fucked, cause I can't stop suffering The first message is what he sent to my friend, the rest he sent to me after she blocked him. He goes to the same uni, and wont leave her alone.
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This book is a movie now.: er Peter forever.H Mom says, fluhede "Is that hormy d Chapter 13 eing compassiona 2:30 p.m. sympathetic, Mer he bank teller has a great ass. I know this because she had to get up and go to her boss's office when I told her I wanted to withdraw s. sixteen of the just under twenty thousand dollars remaining in mine and Jen's joint checking account. When she returns, I see that she has il you were throuph nice lips too-full and pouty-and she has a dimple in one cheelk, and something about her eyes and the way she chews her gum makes me think she's a very sexual person. Her name is Marianna, which I know rst time she mer because it's on the little badge she has affixed just beside her breasts, em to stop rub at's just his wey pehavior except which aren't particularly large but come together nicely in her push-up bra to form a perfectly adeatatanne olege. Probably community college for her associate's degree, and right into the bank's training program. She is the kind of girl who as to try it out id. She smiled s the kind of guys who will ultimately screw around on her, guys actually be- her brothers, who work with their hands and drink too many beers lle watching football, and have a stupid tattoo of a dragon or the Roll- S Stones lips on their scapulas, guys upon whom she projects more ance and ambition than is actually there, and then she asks her girl- nds, who are hairdressers and medical technicians and tanning salon erks and secretaries, why she can't find a nice guy. And I'm dying to tell that I'm a nice guy. I'm the last nice guy. AndI haven't been kissed n be pretty This book is a movie now.
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