Punta Cana.
been there had a blast, resorts are mostly filled with Argentinians, brazillians, and few cdns and americans
get some mamajuana
do the safari excursion
Punta Cana.
These bytches are crazyyyy, in the words of Paul Wall the internees gone crazy. nikkas are dropping the deepest stories ever. I don't even want a girl no more, I might just turn gay or some shyt. fukk having to have a bytch always scheming and shyt.
ok i need to tell yall a story. learn from this story. see how nothing can turn into a disaster.
so this chick hit me up on one of these dating sites about 3 weeks ago. we chatting, ended up exchanging numbers that night. i tried to set up a meeting with her the next day. she agreed. day came, i texted her, she aint respond. so of course i threw her number straight into the wilderness. forgot about her.
a week later. i get a call from a number i dont remember. i pick up, im like who's this? she goes it's "its elizabeth...you forgot about me?". it quickly dawned on me who it was. but i was kinda suprised.
but anyway, she goes "i haven't heard from u in like forever. what happened?"
at this point, i can try and start a fight with her on some "b1tch i texted u the day we was suppose to meet, u aint answer. so that was all on u." but i let my common sense take charge. i figured, if she's hitting me up this late (it was after 9pm on a weekend night) it's obvious something's up. she's wants to get down.
so being the nobullshytter that i am, i immediately told her hey listen, i literally just got home, i'm chilling. what u doing? she goes "i'm home, bored". i'm like well, why dont u come out and lets hang out. she's like ummm ok. so i get off the phone, text her the address.
she hits me back 10 minutes later like, "i'm not so sure about this. i dont even know u". i'm like relax, we'll meet somewhere public. u'll be alright. i've got something super exciting planned for us. she giggles a lil bit. she goes "what do u have planned?" i'm like "u gon have to come find out".
so she goes, alright i'm gonna come. just give me a few minutes.
anyway, she comes through. we meet outside a public store. which is like right next to my house. we chatted for a bit. i saw she was feeling me, so im like "i live right next door, let me hop ur car and we'll just drive over". she goes "ok".
so we get to my house. we chatted for a bit in the living room. then i'm like yo lets go watch a movie in my bedroom. shes like alright.
so while we're in my bed room, we're laying on my bed. now, i goto tell ya, this chick's got a fat ass. a nice fat fuccking ass. anyway, we're watching the movie, i had her turn her back on me, kinda like in a spooning position, and i'm feeling on her ass. she's not giving any resistance. i'm kissinng on her neck, she's not pulling away. when i try to unbutton her jeans, like most girls, she slapped my hand away. but i kept kissing on her neck. she's moaning. and even moves her hair out of the way so i can access it better. but i'm still like slowing trying to get in that ass. so i'm like, in a joking kinda way, i'm like, if u roll down your pants, i promise i'll behave. she giggles. shes like u sure? lol. i'm like suree. so she rolls down her pants, i discover she's really not wearing any underwear.
so with her back still turned on me, and me kissing her neck, i'm playing with her pucccy, which is like super wet now. i dont like yucky sh1t. sh1t horrifies me. but i'm really digging this chick so that sh1t actually turned me on. so she's like really wet, and damn near naked, i start taking off my clothes. im thinking, its about to get down.
and then when i get on her, to fuccck her, i go to grab a condom thats under the pillow, she goes nooo dont grab a condom. i'm like whatt? i goto put one on. she turned around on some "no" type sh1t. but i put the condom on anyway, and i got in one stroke, to which she moaned. and then she goes "you know this is rape right?"
soon as i heard that, i jumped right off her. like, what?????? what do u mean rape? i literally lost my cool in the inside. and she could tell i was shook. she starts giving me an attitude, got up, got dressed and left. and the whole time, i'm like thinking wtf just happened? this is some sh1t that has NEVER happened. NEVEr.
when she left, i figured she thought i'd be blowing up her phone on some oh im so sorry sh1t. but i didn't. cuz i'm confused as fucck and shook at the same time. so i got a text from her saying "you're a disgusting piece of sh1t. when a girl says no, she really means no, i should ruin your life so your ass learns a fuccking lesson".
i read this and i'm like whattt??? so, sensing something funky is going on, i thought to myself, ok, i cant curse this b1tch out. so let me lay it down on her easy and monitor my words.
so i responded: "i didn't know thats what u thought of me. when i was kissing all over ur neck, u didn't push me away. but i'll never contact u again if that's what you want". i aint heard from the b1tch since.
now, i think to myself. its time to get a fuccking recorder. or some sh1t that will record every sexual encounter i engage in. because, i now see how women can really turn things around and ruin ur life over something that as ridiculous as nothing.
yall be careful out there!!!!
I've been lurking for a minute, but the thread was too legendary to not drop something. Many men need to read this thread; black, white, asian, latino, whatever. It has some of the realist advice I've ever read.
Experience: former "nice guy", turned a$$hole, turned nice guy, turned wised-up.
Now let me tell you something. You'll hear a lot of people telling you how to attract women, but trust me, no matter how much game you have, how presentable you are, how much money, how much of a douche you are, the woman will need constant checking, or the disrespect will creep in.
You can't ever be fully trusting of them, sadly. And I say this from a long, long line of relationships. Even the "cool" ones won't like it if you lower yourself to their level. What's their level?--treating them as an equal human being you respect and have no intention to bully.
Every single woman, brahs -- there are no exceptions -- need to be bullied in some way and to differing degrees, whether it be being told what to do, what to think, or what to say.
When you break it down, the more look at a man and a woman as of equal worth, the worse it'll get for you. I didn't want it to be that way, but it's gotten to the point where if you don't adopt a superiority complex with them, they'll deem you inferior and/or insecure, all whilst whining and getting wet about you thinking you're so full of yourself (they love that ****). It's the truth, bro.
Lemme tell you about my days nice dude. No, wait, let me not: they sucked. Heartbreak after heartbreak. Loss of appetite. Wondering what I did wrong. Wondering why they cheated and went cold, when it was them.
And the worst thing? No accountability. None. Even concerning the smallest of the smallest error, a woman will hardly concede out of fairness or honour, but only when you and few others have her backed into a corner with undeniable proof. And even then, they'll try and twist it into being someone else's doing.
Now when I was jerk, I can tell you that it got to the point where I was smashing multiple broads a day. All types of women. All vying for my attention, simply because I didn't care what they had to say and saw them as holes. I didn't have to pretend that I was an a$$hole -- I tried that and it wasn't enough -- I had to actually almost hate them. And guess what? The ***** came flooding in like freshwater fish.
Fast-forward to all that negative energy wearing a guy, who didn't like being bad, down. Now I wanted to regain respect for myself and fix my **** up. As I'm exiting my bad stage, I meet this woman -- straight 9/10 body and face aesthetics and probably the funniest, seemingly intelligent, most attractive woman I'd seen at the time.
I'd known her for a year when she had a man, and I had my string of sluts. Nothing happened. I had no attraction. No ***** were given, we talked and joked, that's it. She disappears.
A year later, she comes back up. Single. I'm reborn as a good guy again and I'm single. She gives me this: "I had to cut ties with you, because I was falling for you". And I'm like . Not copping a word of that, but the woman keeps persisting she wanted me all along.
Night after night we talk about all types of things (woman could hold a decent conversation, is introverted and quiet, likes nerdy things, didn't club, and was hilarious, be warn!), and on one occassion she breaks down crying that I don't feel the same way. I'm STILL due to already done being a nice guy and a bad boy and knowing these here red flags.
But she stuck around, even though I said it was too soon for love and crap, saying she loves my ambition, mind, and occupation. Said she wanted to marry me, that the thought of any other man touching her felt wrong, all that ****.
Then it happan. I start feeling for this woman, thinking "Maybe. She's smart, if a little emotional, and seems to have her head straight when it comes to family values". I begin to reciprocrate some of her affection.
And brahs, I tell you that within two months of goodness, she started playing games. All the sweetness, the emailing me every single day, the calling me almost every morning to see how I was and if i was free to talk after work, hot and cold.
Knowing women well, I ask her what's up once and one time only. She says "I'm on my period and my cat just died". The former was a lie, the latter was truth, both were an excuse. The chick was speaking to another dude and giving him the same ****!
I cut her off. And she comes to me, confessing exactly what I knew, but said she hadn't slept with him. I'm . Then she tells me she kissed him, but it was nothing.
But I'm a nice guy now, have already caught feelings, and she begged me to forgive her, so I gave her the benefit and told her "You're not seeing this guy again. Talk to him if he's your true friend, but you ain't seeing him". Another month of sweetness follows.
"He's gonna be in town for his b-day. Other people will be there. Can I see him?" I'm like, "See him, and we're done".
"Am I not allowed to have friends anymore?!" all that bull****. And with that, I tell her we're separated.
Brahs, the next evening the woman messages me that she slept with dude. And inside I'm but react to her with she goes on further about how good it was to feel loved, etc.
So I left that ***** right then and there. I was crushed, I admit, but left it alone and never showed anger or despair, but disappointment, even though I felt all of the above.
Within two weeks, feeling all torn up, I hit up my old list of hoes. Travelling all across the country, hitting up that *** with no feels given to the broads. I bump into the ex and she asks where I've been. I tell her. Guess what brehs! She wants to see me and hang out! Telling me in exact words "I think it's great that you're going up and down the country, seeing all these women".
By this time, I still have feels for her, but I plan on talking only, and agree to seeing her. I can tell you dudes right now that my head was so numb, that I didn't see the clear and obvious fact that she wanted to smash. I was so messed up that even if her *** was rubbing on my nose and she was saying "Come on bigboy", I wouldn't've thought she wanted the D. I believed her lies that the meeting was only to talk (big mistake), but it was clear she wanted to keep me from leaving with a taste of that *****.
So we hang out and watch a few things, talk about our issues. I'm overwhelmed with seeing her again, and start kissing her. Keep in mind she's still with the dude she left me for. She's all: "no, no *moaning* it isn't right. Stop." So I stop, apologise.
Later, she starts kissing me! I don't resist. I say to her: "you can tell I still love you, right?" And with the sweetest smile, the biggest innocent eyes, the prettiest face, she nodded.
When it came to going to bed, I say "yeah, sleep on the couch. I'll be in the bedroom. Night" I didn't want to smash the GF of the guy she cheated on me with.
Brahs, ten minutes after the lights go out, ***** is like Freddie Kruger invading my room. "I want to be in here".
A lot happened. Girl was super honry. Open for me on my bed, but I had no jimmies, so I did not smash. I fell asleep with my head on her lap, talking. The girl stayed in the same position all night, stroking my hair.
Next day, we're holding hands. She's feeling depressed and guilty. I comfort her (don't want her in her current state), and tell her to patch things up with the guy she cheated on me with. She says it's ****** and calls herself a slut.
That night, I smash a next broad, brehs. And when the ex finds out, she said she's feels dirty and betrayed.
So here I am, trying to get over the girl who broke my heart, and she feels betrayed, because I'm not simping her. Even though she was just at my MY house, begging to be smashed behind her new boyfriend's back ON HIS BIRTHDAY.
And this was years ago. I still know this broad. And the story gets even funnier, twisted, and worse.
Evil brahs. Never fall for ANYTHING they say.
You don't even need to ask why, man. You know already; to destroy him. Simple. Did I tell you that my old broad, after she cheated that one time, said these exact words to a close friend of mine: "He's just so controlled and unbreakable. Doesn't show emotion. Doesn't get angry. I don't know why, but I just want to destroy him."
A manipulative, cheating broad like this could only be bad news. The reason a lot of dudes get f*cked up is because they keep accepting these chicks back into their lives thinking about what could be and how things were before she cheated on you. Fact of the matter is, things obviously weren't good if she decided to let another man slide up in her. They never change. They wait for a while for things to cool down then they come back later to test you in order to gauge where your mind is at so they can manipulate them more.
Once they cheat on you, toss 'em in the bushes like the kids in The Wire do with their weapons.
ok i need to tell yall a story. learn from this story. see how nothing can turn into a disaster.
so this chick hit me up on one of these dating sites about 3 weeks ago. we chatting, ended up exchanging numbers that night. i tried to set up a meeting with her the next day. she agreed. day came, i texted her, she aint respond. so of course i threw her number straight into the wilderness. forgot about her.
a week later. i get a call from a number i dont remember. i pick up, im like who's this? she goes it's "its elizabeth...you forgot about me?". it quickly dawned on me who it was. but i was kinda suprised.
but anyway, she goes "i haven't heard from u in like forever. what happened?"
at this point, i can try and start a fight with her on some "b1tch i texted u the day we was suppose to meet, u aint answer. so that was all on u." but i let my common sense take charge. i figured, if she's hitting me up this late (it was after 9pm on a weekend night) it's obvious something's up. she's wants to get down.
so being the nobullshytter that i am, i immediately told her hey listen, i literally just got home, i'm chilling. what u doing? she goes "i'm home, bored". i'm like well, why dont u come out and lets hang out. she's like ummm ok. so i get off the phone, text her the address.
she hits me back 10 minutes later like, "i'm not so sure about this. i dont even know u". i'm like relax, we'll meet somewhere public. u'll be alright. i've got something super exciting planned for us. she giggles a lil bit. she goes "what do u have planned?" i'm like "u gon have to come find out".
so she goes, alright i'm gonna come. just give me a few minutes.
anyway, she comes through. we meet outside a public store. which is like right next to my house. we chatted for a bit. i saw she was feeling me, so im like "i live right next door, let me hop ur car and we'll just drive over". she goes "ok".
so we get to my house. we chatted for a bit in the living room. then i'm like yo lets go watch a movie in my bedroom. shes like alright.
so while we're in my bed room, we're laying on my bed. now, i goto tell ya, this chick's got a fat ass. a nice fat fuccking ass. anyway, we're watching the movie, i had her turn her back on me, kinda like in a spooning position, and i'm feeling on her ass. she's not giving any resistance. i'm kissinng on her neck, she's not pulling away. when i try to unbutton her jeans, like most girls, she slapped my hand away. but i kept kissing on her neck. she's moaning. and even moves her hair out of the way so i can access it better. but i'm still like slowing trying to get in that ass. so i'm like, in a joking kinda way, i'm like, if u roll down your pants, i promise i'll behave. she giggles. shes like u sure? lol. i'm like suree. so she rolls down her pants, i discover she's really not wearing any underwear.
so with her back still turned on me, and me kissing her neck, i'm playing with her pucccy, which is like super wet now. i dont like yucky sh1t. sh1t horrifies me. but i'm really digging this chick so that sh1t actually turned me on. so she's like really wet, and damn near naked, i start taking off my clothes. im thinking, its about to get down.
and then when i get on her, to fuccck her, i go to grab a condom thats under the pillow, she goes nooo dont grab a condom. i'm like whatt? i goto put one on. she turned around on some "no" type sh1t. but i put the condom on anyway, and i got in one stroke, to which she moaned. and then she goes "you know this is rape right?"
soon as i heard that, i jumped right off her. like, what?????? what do u mean rape? i literally lost my cool in the inside. and she could tell i was shook. she starts giving me an attitude, got up, got dressed and left. and the whole time, i'm like thinking wtf just happened? this is some sh1t that has NEVER happened. NEVEr.
when she left, i figured she thought i'd be blowing up her phone on some oh im so sorry sh1t. but i didn't. cuz i'm confused as fucck and shook at the same time. so i got a text from her saying "you're a disgusting piece of sh1t. when a girl says no, she really means no, i should ruin your life so your ass learns a fuccking lesson".
i read this and i'm like whattt??? so, sensing something funky is going on, i thought to myself, ok, i cant curse this b1tch out. so let me lay it down on her easy and monitor my words.
so i responded: "i didn't know thats what u thought of me. when i was kissing all over ur neck, u didn't push me away. but i'll never contact u again if that's what you want". i aint heard from the b1tch since.
now, i think to myself. its time to get a fuccking recorder. or some sh1t that will record every sexual encounter i engage in. because, i now see how women can really turn things around and ruin ur life over something that as ridiculous as nothing.
yall be careful out there!!!!
i posted this verse from Killer Mike before but i felt like posting it again.thats really the key to avoiding these emotional manipulations. have your code and your manhood rooted firmly in place. lay down your law. men are scared to let their nuts hang these days. check her and leave her if the signs are there. a bytch aint worth the trouble if shes all over the place. Ive said it a lot before, and you see that more and more it rings true. have your code in place. its death before dishonor in this bytch, mane. when your code gets broken, by either you or your chick, you can not go back to how things were and pretend it didnt happen.
so say shes been acting flakey. turning sour on you. not putting the effort and cooperation she used to. shes talking to someone else/her ex is messaging her. maybe you find out about that, and she lies to you about it. or she cheated on you/her man, whatever the case, when those things dont add up to your checklist of requirements from a woman, ditch her. let her sort her own mess out. dont be a part of it. check that shyt immediately. and not with anger, with addressing the issue.
when she doesnt make the grade, then fail her. drop that skeeo. damn near everyone in here done made the mistake of letting someone back in, and doing that "maybe things can work itself out" shyt, only to get more fukked up in the game.
a great quote is this “One thing women need from you is emotions. [...]. If you [calmly deflect them], her emotions have to eat on themselves. Let her emotions eat her soul up, ... [understand] she’s not ready to walk out of your life unless you’re crushed. Women don’t leave unless you are completely crushed [...] She won’t want to take a step.”
and thats when you boot em
think about that. look at the examples. look at the women who want to bleed a man dry and waste his support money on her new clothes and better lifestyle. women who shyt talk on their ex to any and everyone, yet shes still connected to him. women who put their exes crying on the internet. women who make a mockery out of the divorce proceedings. the more a succubus-type of woman sees that she can get from you, the more she will take.
if youre a-okay with her walking out, and have the balls to really make that happen, then thats a sting she has to deal with. and many times thats really the main reason they want to come back. their emotions are eating them up. their ego effects 90% their decisions. if you give up your balls and your manhood to forgive her for doing wrong, then realize theres no good to come from that. youre rewarding them and giving them the green light to do it again. when you let them back in, they go right back into playing those games. this is what they know how to do. and yall are letting them.
if you want to not get played by your emotions, then dont follow them. check them yourself, because youre not following the rules accordingly. dont justify some seriously questionable behavior only so you can feel better for the moment, hoping things arent going to get any worse. the law is the law, and let your word be the law. not your heart and your feelings. thats all their game. anything less is definitely to the bushes, bruh
Even as I'm standing here iceless Mike is priceless
Women with me prettier than Isis
Don't know if she black or a white chick
But I know this p*ssy and excitement
Gonna lead to indictments
The women and the fame put shade on enlightenment
I done seen dark days come to many bright men
I done seen a damn dime fine
As a fine wine take an Einstein mind
Leave 'em deaf dumb blind
fukkin with them jezebel whores
Liars of Delilah even marrying a Pandora
Pretty parasite she will use ya, this ain't what you used to
Stone cold bytch she Medusa
Dope ass p*ssy might make you an abuser
You an addict not in love, boy
Don't get it confused, bruh
She don't need a boyfriend she just need a booster
She the devil's pie guy
You was fukking Lucifer
yes the master jedi reincar was a frigging simp azz dude at one point, i did it so you dont have to.
New Prospect:
Age: 21
Stats: 5'3, 130, Ds, DSLs.
Black Mom, White Dad.
Major: Nursing.
Shes cool, sweet, and she's the farthest from ratchet possible. She does well at school and she works. When it comes to religion she like so i know i can fukk.
But we work together, in the same store, not side by side or even same days or times. I'm possibly leaving to work with another company.
Thoughts? Doesn't smoke or drink to my knowledge. I'm tryna get her to ride this dikk. all i have agreed to at this point is a possible movie date (~$30). i even jokingly asked another coworker for $20 and she went in her pocket and put it in my hand today.
im very cautious brehs. all conversation has been done in person, not text though i do have her number but never called her.
@His_Excellence_Reincar you always dropping gems and experience man, major props
I think we're all looking for the exception. We're looking for that one girl who will not be like the other girls. We're looking for unicorns out there.
I think a chick could be an exception but it's like a paradox. Let me drop it the way i see it. You have to treat a chick like she's the typical girl and not break your rules for her to want to be the exception. And if you start treating her like the exception, she'll turn into the typical girl. that's what i mean when i say it's a paradox. the way we want it to be, it'll NEVER be that way...