MGTOW and Being 36

Well, here we are.  Coming to a close of my 36^th year of life.  I posted similar blogs a year ago and two years ago, so here are the respective links to those: MGTOW and Being 35 and MGTOW and Being 34.

 

Hell, I can't even get 36 year-old women to have sex with me, let alone 18!

 

  Year 36 hasn’t been too much of a year; I’d say it was just average.  I had some outings here and there with my friends (all guys, of course), and took a week-long road trip to the Smoky Mountains, and worked, worked, worked.  I’ve unfortunately gained quite a bit of weight since my October vacation to the mountains, so now I’m short, bald and even fatter than I was.  Oh, well, them’s the breaks. 

  In addition to the weight gain, I had a terrible cold-like virus that kept me ill for weeks in February and March; I couldn’t seem to shake it, the worst virus I’ve ever had.  Then, in the beginning of April, I had a few days of an awful fever that left me feeling terrible again.  A couple of weeks ago, I came down with Bell’s Palsy, albeit a minor case that was barely noticeable to anybody else but me, but I sure had it!  Bell’s Palsy often occurs some time after a lengthy virus and fever, which is exactly what I had.  So for many weeks, I didn’t do anything but go to work and then sit home and try to recover.  That is a major reason why I didn’t blog for months.  Did ya miss me?  Did ya?!

  Finance-wise, I’m in better shape than I’ve been in years!  Still not making much, but I’m saving money and living more frugally.  I paid off a credit card debt, and I’m chipping away at two others I have.  I’m just about to have my car paid off, so that monthly payment will now go to paying off those debts.  So financially, I am doing what so many in the MGTOW movement encourage others to do: get your economic house in order.  This is a good thing, no?

  As far as sex and relationships, well…of course not! 

Three-and-a-half years and counting.

 I’m short, fat and bald, remember?  I’m also living in the White Trash Mecca, filled with lonely single men and trailer park trash single mothers, like these actual women from here:

So much trash in one picture, I can't even.

Stretch marks on her boobs from three babies from three different fathers (black and white), and tattoos of random black and white guys she's fucked.  Welcome to Leesburg, Florida!

 

  I’m pan-sexual, so I’ll gladly take a male-to-female transgender, and maybe the right gay or bi-sexual guy.  My mind is open for either…as is my mouth and anus.  As far as females, there are a couple of very outside chances I have at work, very outside.  One is a flaky 18 year-old girl who is very sweet but dorky.  The other is a 25-year old fatty from Long Island named Gina.  Because she’s not from here, she doesn’t have any kids and she’s single.  Wow!  I’ve seen pictures of her when Gina was younger, and she was quite a piece of ass, but now she just continues to expand even more than I am.  Recently, I saw her at her desk, eating king-sized candy bar after king-sized candy bar, three in total, all at one sitting!  Good Lord, even I’m not that much of a glutton!  But Gina is shaped fairly well compared to 95% of fat women, who look like this:

Yeah, but even these women gets tons of dates from thirsty men.  Unreal.

 

  Gina’s not like that at all, so I may try her out.  I’d love to bang her all night, but a relationship? Not a chance! 

Which brings me to the last part.  MGTOW!  Even if I had chances at relationships, there’s no way I would even try one.  Screw that!  I sincerely hope that more and more men read blogs like mine, as well as the loads and loads of YouTube videos and vlogs from those in the #MGTOW movement and heed their sage advice.  I avoid females my age and younger and much as I possibly can, but then again, they’re not beating down the door to get close to me, either.  But I don’t even try anymore, and this past year was no exception.  I don’t even bother.  Years and years and years of rejection and being ignored or sneered at by even the ugliest, fattest, most undesirable females, combined with the surreal lack of decent women here, as well as all the information I’ve gathered in the past couple of years from taking the Red Pill, leaves me not wanting to pursue relationships and even friendships with women 18 to 40.  For men who are interested in Going Their Own Way, I say, “YES!”  By all means, yes!  Read my blogs, read other blogs from single men in our dilemma, and watch the YouTube vids.  Immerse yourself in the culture of masculinity and MGTOW.  So there’s a recap of the events of me at 36 years old.  Be sure to subscribe to my blog!

An Open Letter to Christian Single Men 18 to 40

 Dear Christian single men 18 to 40,

  Hello. This is part blog, part open letter, and I’m gearing this almost exclusively to Christian single men in their young adulthood up to their late 30s and early 40s.  So if this is you, please read this with an open mind.  If you know somebody who fits the aforementioned category, I greatly encourage you to send this blog to them as they need to read this.  Seriously, they need to see it. 

  OK, I’ve mentioned a couple of times in previous blogs, I come from an evangelical Christian background, Southern Baptist, to be exact.  Although I’m not particularly religious and haven’t been for about nine years, I still have a great respect for Christians and Christian Conservatives despite the incredible persecution they face daily, whether online or in real life, the former persecution being from the left and being verbal or written, and the latter being mainly from Muslims worldwide and being very physical and brutal.  I’m not some “keyboard atheist;” I’m not writing this letter to bash you and ridicule and belittle you, like all the online atheists/liberals/Marxists do continuously. 

 

 

Yeah, I’m not like that.  At all.  I was once one of you, and, even though I’m not so much now, I still empathize and respect and honor your beliefs very much.

However,

Nevertheless,

But,

Regardless,

I need to convey this to you guys, as politely and respectively as I can.

Single young Christian men…

…it’s…it’s time.  It’s just time.  It’s time for you to drop out of church once and for all.

I mean it.  It’s time to stop going to church for good, and never go back.  Don’t you think it’s high time? 

  Why are you going?  Why are you even bothering??  Is it because your parents are really pushing for you to go?  Is it just because you’re active in various ministries and worship opportunities there?  I know the feeling, as I was very active in the drama group (indeed, the main actor and one of the main writers of our amazing plays and videos) and loved, loved, loved it and lived for it as I love theater.  But secular theater is all godless liberals, and it was great to be around non-godless conservatives and immerse myself in something that I absolutely loved doing and was talented in doing.  So I understand where you are coming from if you like being part of various groups and ministries in church.  But being part of that doesn’t even come close to outweighing the elephant in the room, and that is…

…you’re single.  Very single.  Alone.  Probably rarely or never had somebody.  And it’s not changing one bit for the better, now is it?  Look around you on a Sunday morning.  Who do you see?

1. Old people, some of them so elderly they are weeks away from keeling over;

2. Married couples your age, all of them with children, and all they ever talk about is their friggen kids all the time;

3. Maybe one or two divorced, used-up women with kids, just in church to look for a sugar daddy to take care of them and their demon offspring before they hit the Wall;

4. Single men aged 18 to 40.

That’s it.  Even in mega-churches, that’s all there is.  I mean, we’re talking thousands upon thousands of active members…and no real Christian single females.  Wow.  I went several times to Meadowbrook Church in Ho-cala, I mean, Ocala, because I had a friend who went there.  Big church, yet no singles group.  Just lots of #4 and a couple of #3, along with couples who weren’t married yet, so they got stuck in the “singles’ group.”  I went several times to the uber-huge and vibrant and conservative Calvary Baptist Church in Clearwater in the Tampa Bay area with two friends.  Fantastic church, but again, no single women, just a couple of scantily-clad sluts in stripper heels and mini-skirts who obviously were there just to put in some church time; they sure weren’t looking for good guys, because they ignored the pew of all of us.  I emailed the church back in 2011, asking for info on the young singles group; never even got a response, obviously because they don’t even have such a group.  Here’s an excellent YouTube video about the subject from one of the gods of the MGTOW movement, Sandman.  Please listen to him:

 Couldn’t agree more.  Sandman is from Toronto, Canada, but his words still ring true here in the U.S.  No single good-looking female is going to go to church, because they are hot and they think they don’t need God.  That’s why there are no hot babe Christian women, and even those who are somewhat attractive are already married.  You can keep waiting and waiting for some Godly, good-looking maiden to come to your church, plop herself down on the pew next to you, and fall in love, but…it’s not gonna happen!! 

  Back in 2011, an extensive study was published by Stanford University regarding where and how people met their spouses or partners here in the U.S.  The data that was gathered spanned from 1940 to 2010, and here is the telling graph:

 

    Finding somebody at church was always not that large of a percentage, but now it’s down to literally nothing.  I mean, look at the graph: it’s plummeted to virtually zero!  In fact, almost every way of meeting a spouse/romantic partner has fallen, except for online and restaurants/bars, which have leveled off as of 2010; I imagine now in 2017, those numbers have fallen drastically as well.  Have you ever met a decent female at a bar or restaurant?  I’ve been to dozen upon dozens of them over the past several years and have met or even seen none at all.  And we all know how horrible online dating is.. Click here to view a blog I wrote about what’s left as far as single females are concerned.  So, as you can see, very few people are really meeting anybody anymore, but they sure as heck ain’t meeting them in church!!  If you think that you’re going find somebody at church, the evidence is overwhelmingly not in your favor, both from exhaustive studies and from your personal experience and mine.

  I’ve visited a number of medium-to-large-sized Southern Baptist and Assembly of God churches from Ho-cala to Whorelando to Tampa over the years, and have come up with nothing to show for it in the way of meeting decent women.  And you know it’s the same with you, so stop living in denial.  As Sandman succinctly put it, they’re not there, as they think they don’t need God.  And if they were there, they wouldn’t want you as they would be banging the bad boys outside of church; I’ve known a lot of girls over the years who did that, and you have, too.

   I used to go to a local church and was super-active there for years, and there was a guy there named David who—like most of the young men there—was very single. He was tall, well-built, and slightly attractive, compared to me, who is short, fat, and bald.  He just sat there and kept waiting and waiting for a perfect female to drop from the ceiling and land next to him up in the balcony where he was our light & sound technician.  He had a couple of chances for girls, but he backed out because they weren’t the world’s perfect Christian ladies (hint, guys: there are none anymore).  Waiting and waiting.  Well, David is now past 40, still a virgin, and still sitting there, waiting for a single woman to show up.  Hasn’t happened, and never will happen.  And ditto for you guys as well.

 

 Back in the day (2003 to 2008, mainly), I hung around over a dozen men around my age here in the north central Florida area who were Christian and single.  Now, the only one I know of who regularly goes to church is poor ol’ David.  Everybody else has left the local churches out of frustration, mainly because of the lack of women and the lack of reasons for them to even remain there.  Why bother going if you’re a third wheel, a leftover, awkwardly sitting there with couples while they incessantly talk about their spouses and kids.  Ugh!  You know full well you don’t belong there anymore, guys.  There’s no place in church for single males our age.  Time to leave.  Start this Sunday.  Seriously, guys.

  Am I saying that you should reject your faith?  No, not at all.  I hope that doesn’t happen.  What I am saying is that there’s no reason or no place for you to be in the houses of worship anymore and it’s only going to get worse as church attendance has been dropping continuously and steadily for over 15 years straight.  Perhaps you and your fellow Christian dudes could just meet in your homes and have your own worship services?  The first Christians did just that…and thrived!  Try it.  Meet at one of your homes or apartments, or even at a picnic table at a park.  Go for it.  Beats sitting in a sanctuary filled with couples and old geezers, listening to a seven-part sermon series on marriage and the family, now doesn’t it?  Admit it: that last sentence struck a nerve, didn’t it?  Been there, done that.  We all have.

  Single Christian men, it’s high time for you to ditch church and give up on finding somebody there.  Pack up and go, for your own good and for your own sake.  You’ll thank me.  I wish you all the best in your journey toward self-awareness. MGTOW!

                                                                                                Very Sincerely,

                                                                                                “Luke Johnstone”

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A Little Advice for Single Guys 18 to 40

Gentlemen, if you’re reading my blogs (and I really hope you are), then you hopefully are a single man aged 18 to 40 or you at least know a lot of single men 18 to 40. Who doesn’t know single men my age or younger? Heck, you can’t walk down the street nowadays without bumping into at least a few within a couple of blocks, and the larger the city, the more you’ll bump into on said city block. At 35 years old, I’ve seen, heard and read quite a lot about the plight of the single man in North America and western parts of Europe, so I give to you some segments of advice, the kind of tips and instruction and information that you might not otherwise hear or read about. You’re not going to see this kind of stuff on GQ or Esquire! You won’t even see this on Return of Kings, as good as half those articles on ROK may be (the other half now are just Trump-loving and “Game” brag & boast blogs). So here are a few points I’d really like you guys to ponder on seriously. These points are mainly for U.S. and Canadian men my age or younger or a bit older; not at all to belittle the plight of males in other nations and continents that are reading this (and I know I have many, many readers from South America, Australia and Europe that I am thankful for), but this is first-hand experience and knowledge I know living here in North America.

These words of wisdom are also meant for regular guys like me, Average Joes, so to speak. If you’re a 400-pound guy wearing a trilby hat (a fake fedora), watching anime and playing video games all day, then this isn’t for you. At all.



If by "swag," you mean an upcoming massive heart attack, then yes.  Yes, you do.



Losers: Assemble!

In fact, this entire blog page of mine isn’t for you guys. Sorry about your Asperger’s. This is just for the regular, run-of-the-mill guys who can’t find anybody, whether it be because of the incredible lack of women now, the hypergamy and ultra-feminism of today’s females, or that you aren’t deemed attractive enough for today’s uber-hypergamous women and their ridiculously high standards…or a combination of two of those, or in my case, all three. So with that said, read on!


1. There are many, many men like you who can’t find somebody!

I know sometimes it seems that you’re the only guy who doesn’t have a girlfriend, the only guy who isn’t getting laid. You always heard about all the bullies and jocks (same difference) in high school banging all the slutty cheerleaders. Heck, you even heard about the tuba girl in the marching band getting it on with the leader of the AV Club! In college, every douchebag frat boy was fucking every single sorority slut. Yet there you were, Forever Alone, and you thought that everybody was with somebody. WRONG!! There are loads and loads of white and Asian men our age who go day after day, week after week, month after month, and yes, even year after year without somebody; I’ve gone 2 ½ years now without sex, not even so much as a BJ. I would say that there are literally hundreds of thousands of men in the 20s and 30s and a bit younger and older in North America who are in the same boat as you and I are. Many in MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) believe in the “80/20 Rule,” which deems that 80% of the women are having sex with 20% of the men, the Alpha Male badboys. That leaves 80 percent of men fighting over just 20 percent of women; take away the 20% of men who then get those girls, and that leaves a staggering 60% of males in the United States and Canada going without a girl on a regular-to-continuous basis. Yeah, that’s a lot. A LOT. And that’s why you, sir, are not the only guy without a girlfriend.

2. There are absolutely no women who can’t find somebody!



This big blob has hundreds of thirsty men after her.  And you have how many women after you?

No matter how fat, no matter how ugly, no matter how stinky and sloppy and dirty-looking and disease-ridden and revolting a white woman our age is, she can nab a guy, almost any guy, at any time, nowadays. It used to not be like this at all, but it is now. I shall one day blog about why this has happened. But 100% of white, Hispanic and Asian women (black women refuse to date outside their race so they don’t even count)—no matter how low they are on the Sexual Market Value scale—are in constant, overwhelming demand by thirsty, simping males and usually only go less than a full day between boyfriends, if even that. This is how it is here in the White Trash Mecca and from what I’ve heard some guys say, I’m assuming it’s like this nation and even continent-wide.


3. Try to seek out those single men I mentioned in #1.

Some are MGTOW, and out of that group, some choose to drop women like a bad habit and others simply are MGTOW because of not being able to find any woman. Then there are the True Forced Loneliness (TFL) dudes who would be classified as that second part of guys in MGTOW, except that those in TFL constantly whine and moan and complain about being alone. Well, don’t be a TFL dude. Find other guys who, even though they may be single and unwanted, aren’t always crying over it and are just going to go their own way. Try to find these guys and hopefully network and fellowship with them, either online or hopefully in person. Remember, there are possibly hundreds of thousands of them here, so you’re bound to meet men who are like you in many ways. Strength in numbers. Nothing better than being around fellow single guys!


4. There are no single women 18 to 40 that are worth going for anymore.

This ties in to #2. Also, I wrote an excellent blog in which I detail this point a lot, and here it is. Click me! That blog pretty much says it all, but I will just sum up Point #4 by saying to just trust me on this. Trust me.


5. There’s no such thing as a “pity fuck” anymore.

Perhaps there used to be a time when women did that, but not anymore. I tried and tried for years to drop hints and extract sympathy from females, hoping that one of them would think, “Poor guy. He needs a good lay to boost his confidence, and I’m just the gal to do that.” Number of Pity Fucks I got? Zero. Women now have so many males to choose from and with hypergamy, they don’t have to “settle” for guys who aren’t getting any; all they do is sneer at such men and turn their noses. So don’t think for a minute that some damsel will put out for you to make you feel better. It won’t ever happen. Never ever.


6. “Just be yourself” simply doesn’t work nowadays, sorry.

Females always say this bullshit and they don’t really mean it. If they did, then they would appreciate you being yourself and would want to hit the sheets with you. They’re not, are they? I’ll answer that for you: NOPE! “Just be yourself” is a cop-out phrase to get guys off their backs and to try to end the conversation if you’re asking how to get women to notice and like you. Western females are not looking for a great personality and sincerity. In fact, they’re not even looking for a perfect smile. Or stability. Or intelligence. Or talents and abilities. I have all of that and more and can’t nab anyone. They’re only looking for super-tall, super-hot (for today’s nonsensical standards) and usually, super-loaded. If you’re not any of those three, then “being yourself” ain’t gonna cut it, guys. Learn to live with this ounce of verity.

7. (Optional) If you are horny enough, try other genders!

I mentioned in my last blog (it's right here!) that I’m pansexual. I’ll take most women, many male-to-female transgenders, and a few gay or bi men. That way, I can at least broaden my horizons and have more options for sex. Of course, even being pan hasn’t helped me, either. But I’m just saying that if you think that you are in such dire need of getting laid, consider trying trans or gay or bi. Heaven knows there are enough men around, many, many more than the United States could ever want or need. Just throwing out that possibility; if you don’t like it, you can throw it right back. But please do heed and give great attention to the other six points. Go MGTOW!

MGTOW and Being 35

Men, a year ago, I posted a blog called MGTOW and Being 34 (click the link and read it). Well, here it is a year later and a year older. At 35 years of age, I’m still the same as I was last year: short, fat, bald, and obviously single. That of course isn’t going to change, or at least the short, bald and single part isn’t going to. I’m just as MGTOW as I was a year ago when I really started taking the Red Pill, as distressing as it was to take it. But as I wrote about in last year’s blog, the Red Pill and MGTOW is still just as strong as it was in ‘15, perhaps even more so as I read more and more online articles from various Manosphere sites and MGTOW YouTube videos, which you guys should all do as well. You really should. It’ll open your eyes and mind to the stark reality of how all Western women are.

In a way, though, it’s not just British, American and Canadian women who are the only bad ones. There are some from other nations and cultures as well, just not as many and not as extensive. Case in point is something that happened to me recently as a good-looking young woman from the Philippines suddenly added me on Facebook. Now, guys, if you’re short, fat and bald, NO female that is even a 1 or 2 will add you on Facebook or Instagram unless it is either just a spammer or some gold-digger just looking for a sugar daddy. Well, the latter is exactly what this woman was. Her name is Leen (she’s changed her alias since) and she has a hot body, one that I would love to lick, suck and fuck from neck to toe. Great ass and decent boobs, for an Asian-esque girl, too, as they usually have flat chests and even flatter asses. But Leen was lean all right, curves and all. For me, she was a 6 or 7, but for most guys, she would probably be considered a 3 or 4. My standards are low and get lower every month. Even a 3 or 4 is still out of my league with North American women and how hot they think they are, so Leen was a real catch for a guy like me.

Anyway, Leen randomly added me on FB and we talked a bit on Messenger here and there and she tried calling me on Messenger twice, but I denied the calls, just saying I was very busy. I knew that she was just trying to get an American husband to bring her overseas so she could get away from her life of low-wage jobs and lack of men (here, it’s a mind-boggling, suffocating overabundance of men but still the low-wage jobs), so I just played it light, Liking and commenting on her hot pictures and we would talk some sexy talk every now and then. Leen had numerous American men on her friend’s list, so I knew that she was just playing the field, trying to nab a sucker to give her money and a life out of a dead-end job on the Philippine Islands. Then, one day, she posted that she was in an “open relationship” (she didn’t understand what that really means, as she commented that she was looking for somebody when somebody asked what she meant), and soon after, she blocked me. Didn’t just unfriend me, she blocked me! All because I didn’t fall for her bait. She wasn’t satisfied with just a friendship. I was nice and we had good talks and all that, but Leen just wanted a sugar daddy. Well, I’m poor, independent and MGTOW, so it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me, you needy Filipina leech! Go find another American sucker, a simp. Speaking of simps, here’s an excellent blog I posted about them: Simps, Simps and More Simps.

So that was the closest thing I’ve had in years to a girl actually possibly wanting me, albeit just to take advantage of me, which shows that it’s even some non-Western females who act like that sometimes, just as many bloggers have reiterated.

Now, I must tell you that over the years of being ignored and mistreated by women, I have become not just bi-sexual, but pansexual, meaning I am sexually attracted to men, women and transgender. I am most attracted to women, followed pretty closely by male-to-female trans (particularly with breast implants but still with male genitalia), and then attracted to only a small number of men, and the ones that I like would not be the kind that I could ever get and I would be just as ignored as I am with the women. Of course, even the manliest, hairiest, grossest-looking transexual around is in such high demand now by fetishists and thirsty men that I stand no chance of ever hooking up with a good-looking one, and so many of them are just as overly picky as gay men, and I wouldn’t be comfortable being around the flamboyant, in-your-face and attention-whoring (and annoying) LGBT way of life, anyway. I honestly love trans women so much that I would want to pursue a full-out relationship with one, not just a casual hook-up. So, I am pansexual, but will never get the opportunity to go beyond being just “pan-curious,” despite badly wanting to be with m2f transgenders and gay men. The way I’ve long looked at it, the more I open my options to sex partners, the more of a chance I would have of getting laid more. Well, that sure as hell hasn’t worked for me, has it?!

However, one and only one major chance to hook up with a great-looking gay man occurred with me a few months ago. Some thin, good-looking 19-year-old college guy in Tampa was looking for men on Instagram and found me and saw that I lived fairly close to his boyfriend, who was also short and bald, and this kid wanted to have a “daddy” on the side, which I was totally for; I’m a strong believer in cheating. He immediately sent me nude photos, and his body and butt and dick were gorgeous! I looked him up extensively online, and he was the real deal, legit. I wanted him badly, and he was actually wanting to come to my house and have sex with me right before he spent the weekend at his bf’s, but it just didn’t work out that night. A few days later on Snapchat, he didn’t like something I did on there and pretty much broke it off with me, but not before wanting to see my penis. Obviously, he was a Size Queen as so, so many gay guys are, so if my dick hadn’t been just barely average, he probably would have still wanted me. So that was the only other close call I had with finally getting some, this time with a man. More and more men in MGTOW are becoming gay, bi, or pan, and all for understandable reasons.

I haven’t gotten laid in 2 ½ years now, and, although I’m still a horndog, I’m not as much as I was before, and not even as much as I was at last year’s blog. I don’t know if my hormones are unfortunately changing as I grow older or if I’m just so tired of today’s women that I don’t even get much sexual attraction to them anymore; I honestly don’t know. I masturbate to porn (usually softcore or just nudity) every night or every other night, but I just don’t have the out-of-control sexual urges anymore. I think some of it just has to do with long being rejected by 100% of the female gender—even the ugly, fat ones—that I’ve just shut down that part of my life and I’m focusing on other things, namely work, friends and working out a bit more. I see men all around me making horrible, devastating decisions when it comes to all these whores, and it makes me even more repulsed at women and relationships. A real man in MGTOW sees females how they really are and stays away from them any time and any way they can, unless it’s just to get some pussy for a bit and then that’s it. I greatly encourage all of you men to do the same. If you’re under 35 and still haven’t taken the Red Pill, you most certainly will by my age. And when you do, you’ll want to be MGTOW. Trust me. I’m 35, and I can’t imagine wanting a female for anything but a semi-regular booty call, and that’s it. I haven’t had semi-regular booty calls since Thanksgiving of ’13, but if given a chance to have it, I would. But that’s it. Hopefully, many of you guys feel the same way.

What’s Left When it Comes to Single Women?

So, men, the latest issue of Lake + Sumter Style Magazine came out, the December 2015 edition. This magazine is a propaganda piece in a futile attempt to showcase some kind of class and art in the area. The only two places where there is even a modicum of such in Lake County are the cities of Mt. Dora (arts town on the eastern edge of Lake County with some wealthy residents) and Clermont (growing city on the southern edge of the county where everything is new and clean and many residents are middle-classers fleeing the garbage heap of Orlando, which is due east of Clermont). Other than that, Lake County is a stinking shithole of scum and the White Trash Mecca, but this magazine tries to find anything decent about the area, and can only find a bit in Mt. Dora and Clermont. Full disclosure: as vile as Lake County is, I like both of these cities a lot, especially Clermont.

Anyway, I picked up Lake & Sumter Style at Wasabi Sushi Bar in Eustis/Mt. Dora because the front cover caught my eye. A mildly attractive woman about my age with the caption, “Singled Out.” Turns out, this magazine conducted a first-ever contest to find the hottest (and most financially successful, it seems) single men and women from the Lake/Sumter County area.



Apparently, a staggering 21,000+ contestants were considered (I bet almost all of them were men), and the magazine nailed it down to a handful of people, all of them blatantly middle-class and career-minded with no working class of any kind; kind of discriminating, but whatev. Every female was at least my age, bare minimum, with most of them well into their 40s, and barely even classified as “OK-looking.” They all had kids aka baggage, meaning they were used-up from previous shack-ups and/or marriages, and some even had engagement rings on their fingers! Umm…OK….sooooo…I guess “eligible singles” in Lake and Sumter means “technically not married right at this moment.” Granted, a couple of the guys also had kids, but the majority did not. That’s all Lake/Sumter Style could find as far as halfway-decent, non-trashy single women out of two entire counties with a combined population of over 330,000: a tiny handful of divorced, Post-Wall women. Wow. Just wow. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. Here’s why. Read on and learn, learn, learn.

You, see, gentlemen, this is something that you need to finally, finally understand if you are single, 18 to 40, and looking for somebody here in North America. You just need to come to terms with this statement of reality, come to grips with it , and the sooner you do, the better off you will be. The Red Pill is hard to swallow, but you need to do it and you’ll see life as it really is and females how they really are. Read this carefully, and then re-read it, and then say it to yourself repeatedly:

THERE IS NOTHING GOOD LEFT FOR SINGLE MEN ANYMORE WHEN IT COMES TO SINGLE WOMEN!!

Memorize those words of verity, that statement of pure, unadulterated fact, this sentence of unmitigated veracity. I greatly encourage you to search this information online. Google it and YouTube it; you will find hundreds of videos on YT about the shitty predicament men have it now with single women, online dating, etc. Do it right now! Knock yourself out! Just remember to tab this blog and flip back to this tab when you’re ready. So much to see, hear and read, and you men would do wise to wake up to the realization of the situation we find ourselves in. What’s left in terms of young single women is head-shaking, cringe-worthy, even vomit-inducing. Because of the unprecedented super-overabundance of single men my age in the United States, any women that guys would actually want have so many guys to choose from that they ride the Cock Carousel for years, one bad boy right after another, often two or three at a time. So what’s left is even worse than the whores that ride said Cock Carousel. You won’t find any decent, half-way moral single women at the workplace, you won’t find any at college, you won’t find any via mutual friends (seriously, when’s the last time a friend actually knew a single woman for you to date?), you won’t find any at the bars and nightclubs, you won’t find any at the bookstore or grocery store or park, and you sure as hell won’t find any at church!

So where are any non-married women looking for a man? Well, according to some propagandists, they are found online. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! That’s rich! Sadly, many men have fallen for that lie and tried online dating, and, as can be seen on more YouTube videos that one could ever hope (or even want) to binge-watch, they soon learned what a disaster of epic proportions that is. Nothing but fat women, hideously out-of-shape women, used-up, stretched-out, disease-ridden women, loads of hot black women (they are racist and refuse to date outside their race, and they all have kids at 16, so don’t even bother), ridiculously picky women with unrealistic standards for a perfect man, and single moms, single moms, single moms and more single moms. That’s it. Am I missing any?

Look at Plenty of Fish (POF) or OkCupid (OKC), and weep. Weep. Weep bitterly at what little is available. I NEVER have, mind you, but I’ve read and watched enough reviews of those sites to get a grasp of what bad they have to offer. Too depressing to even take a peek. And also remember that any female that looks great is most certainly spam or just a call-girl/hooker/escort. One time I looked at some profiles on Tagged.com, which technically isn’t a dating site per se, but it’s filled with tons of single black women looking for men and whining constantly that they “can’t find no man,” all the while ignoring an entire race of males (Caucasians). But there are a few white women on there, and here’s one “sexy single near me:”

Her caption read, “So what do you have to offer?” WTF? Seriously? Ummmm, let’s see. What do I have to offer? Maybe a house that’s much cleaner than yours? Laundry actually hung up and/or put away? No random junk piled to the ceiling? No old woman just sitting on the couch, leaning over like she’s about to fart? This fatso was a single mom (of course), living in a trailer with family members, and she has the audacity to demand that guys have something to offer her fat, sweaty, sour-smelling, misshapen, broke ass?

Then there are the shallow, narrow-minded, intellectually, morally, and spiritually vapid sluts on Tinder. There are no other females in North America more narcissistic and selfish and egotistical and slutty than all women on that increasingly-notorious and sleazy hook-up site. Here’s one that represents all females on there:



Seriously, you cunt? Nobody under 6’3” is even worth your time? That’s literally 95% of the male population in the United States. Only 5% are worthy of somebody like you just because you think you’re a physically perfect special snowflake? As short as I am, even I am much taller than her. She’s fucking 4’11”!! She barely even comes up to my shoulders; with a guy as tall as she wants, she’d come up to his belly button! But that’s how all women are on those slutty hook-up sites, especially Tinder. So unless you’re very tall and have a massive dick, you might as well not even try that site, and as I explained about these other free online dating sites, they are a huge waste of time, effort, and you will get nothing good from them. Nothing. Just lots of depression and frustration; I haven’t tried it, but I know guys who have, and their testimonies, along with loads I’ve seen on YouTube and Return of Kings, compel me to stay far away from online dating.

And since you’re not going to find any decent women in real life, why even try anymore, dudes? Just join MGTOW and be done with the fruitless, failing, dating scene. It’s not working for any good guy anymore; it used to work for all good guys no matter how they looked, but not now. And it seems like it never will again. All the good-looking, educated, childless bitches are slutting around and riding the Cock Carousel, and now even the ugly, fat bitches with baggage have so many thirsty, desperate manginas and simps begging for them online and in real life that you have to take a number just to say hello to them. No, thanks. Not for me, and hopefully, not for you guys, either. Ditch the dating effort and go MGTOW!

And Single Guys Go to Weddings…Why?

I haven’t gone to a wedding since June of 2006. Nine years and counting, and no weddings under my belt. One reason is simply because all the guys I know are single and can’t find anybody, and another reason is that the handful of women I know are already married and if they have gotten married in recent years, I wasn’t invited to said wedding (no surprise there) and I of course would not have gone anyway under any circumstances, whatsoever, bar none.

The ’06 wedding was in a decent small town north-northwest of Birmingham, Alabama, called Jasper. Two other close friends of mine also attended, but they went in a separate vehicle because I took a solo road trip—one of many over the years—the day after the wedding. The friend getting married, Russ, had been a very close and dear friend of me and another who attended, Phil, for about two and a half years; we had tons in common and the chemistry with us three together was so incredible, so spontaneous, so magical, that people all around us would stop, smile and shake their heads in wonder and fascination. We even had gorgeous girls after us, sometimes just walking up to us, begging to go out with us; we couldn’t because they were all underage, though. Curse these ridiculous, outmoded laws! Anyway, we did tons of projects and great stuff together; just a great trio of close friendship and networking.

After spending most of his life from college to young adult life totally single and ignored, Russ actually found somebody in the most supernatural, holy-inspired ways that can be thought of; although 98% of men never have a soul mate, it is certain that Russ actually found one. We were all very happy for him as he found somebody when all around us were lonely single men who couldn’t even get a date. So I and two other friends drove the 11-hour trip from north central Florida to Russ’ hometown of Jasper to go to his wedding at a small church:

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We had sort a small bachelor party for Russ at the hotel, and then the next day we went to the wedding, subsequent reception, and had some pictures taken, and…

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…and that was it. That was the official end of the close friendship of us and Russ. Done. C’est fini in one day.

Russ accidentally got his bride pregnant on their wedding night…and she was on birth control! So immediately Russ became “family man,” and got immersed in the “family culture,” meeting more married men and their babies and children. Gone were Phil and me and any other non-married guy that his uber-religious, prudish wife disapproved of her husband hanging around with, not that it mattered, because he had written us off immediately after his wedding regardless. The couple have since had another kid, and from what I’ve been told, all they do is talk about their family and their marriage and keep close to only other married with kids couples in their small circle of life. Sad. Amazing how quickly Russ threw away the single life and the single guys he knew and liked for such a long time.

Marriages destroy friendships. Don’t doubt it. Don’t deny it. Don’t ignore the elephant in the room. What happened to Phil and I happens every week across North America.

So why do you, single young men 18 to 35, go to weddings? Seriously, why? Rhetorical question. There are a few reasons why and they all end in failure. Many guys actually think that they will find somebody at a wedding! HAHAHAHAHA!! They watched the Vince Vaughn/Owen Wilson movie “Wedding Crashers” from ‘05 and think that’s real life: going to weddings and getting laid by all the supposed horny women there who are just naturally looking for a man to bang for a one-night stand. Maybe if you’re as tall as Vince Vaughn you might stand a chance, but even then, it’s seriously doubtful. Fact is, you WILL NOT find anybody at a wedding anymore; maybe some years in the past, but not nowadays. No good guy finds anybody anywhere anymore, for Christ’s sake, let alone weddings! The bridesmaids aren’t even maids anymore; they’re either married or have bad boys in the audience or at home, banging some coked-out strippers they met the night before while the “bridesmaids” were out at the bachelorette orgy…I mean party. Weddings are now made up primarily of other married couples, all pretending to be happily hitched when they are just months, if not weeks away from a divorce. The rest are women who have somebody and then a smattering of lonely single men who end of feeling more miserable and more alone after the ceremony. I can’t tell you how many men I’ve known over the years who have gone to weddings and come back in tears, feeling so alone, unwanted and unloved as most people there were couples and the tiny number of non-married women ignored them.

Another reason why men punish and torture themselves by going to weddings is that they feel obligated to go, obliged to attend, because of people they know who are either the ones getting married or are going to be in the wedding, or even just attend. First off, guys, you are NOT obligated in any way to attend a wedding if you feel uncomfortable about it. If you disapprove of the marriage or just don’t really want to take part in a ceremony like that, then fucking don’t go!! I seriously doubt that the people who invited you will really notice if you are there or not; you’ll just be a face in the crowd, just another number. And if you are asked as to why you aren’t going, just say you aren’t comfortable with it or that, as a single man, you just don’t like weddings. Be truthful. Don’t mince words.

If the person you know getting married is a man, and if you disagree with his whore of choice (as you probably will be), you may have to just break the truth to the guy that you don’t condone the marriage and you don’t think it’s a good thing. If you are friends with said dude, I have to admit that this could very well put a strain on your friendship, I’m not going to lie. But you have to ask yourself if this is the kind of guy you want as a friend, one who makes very bad choices when it comes to the woman who will eventually divorce him and take at least half of his life earnings. Having piece of mind by not attending a marriage ceremony is, I believe, worth the risk of alienating yourself to just one person.

If the person you know getting married is a woman, well, this is an obvious one! Don’t even think about going to her wedding and feel no guilt about it at all! Has this gal ever hooked you up with women to bang? Nope! Has she ever fucked you? Nope! Has she ever told you places where women are who want to bang good guys such as yourself? Nope! Has she in any way been a real friend to you? Nope! Is she going to bang you on the side while she’s married? Nope! So why go to her wedding? She obviously couldn’t care less about you and as we all know, she’s just latching on to a guy so she can divorce him and rob him blind. So don’t endorse her errant and warped behavior. Going to her wedding is a pure, brazen endorsement of her and her marriage; by going, you are screaming out, “I think this is great! There’s nothing at all wrong with this!” even if you feel otherwise. Don’t be such a pussy by giving in to such nonsense.

Guys, don’t ever, ever, ever, think that you have to go to weddings. Just don’t. Do something else instead, anything. Just don’t go. You will feel so much better if you don’t attend, and nobody will notice that you’re not there. Respect yourselves, men. And if you know other single men who are thinking about going to a ceremony, greatly encourage them to not go as well; what would be awesome is for single guys to all get together somewhere instead of being at the wedding! Have dignity with yourself and don’t do something just because you think that you will somehow gain brownie points by doing so, because you will not. You’ll just be yet another simp, yet another mangina, yet another White Knight, a coward who just digs himself deeper in frustration and depression. Boycott weddings, guys! Trust me. Don’t be that guy. Just avoid it all.

By the way, the only good thing I got out of Russ’ wedding in Jasper was a mildly-attractive woman (who of course had a kid and sure wasn’t paying attention to us single guys) who was sitting behind me eating at the reception and her lucky thong was peeking out of her long, thin dress. I turned around and quietly took a couple of pics. Here’s one:

I also knew a really hot woman in Jasper named Cindy and we met up a year later there, but nothing much happened. She turned to be seriously psycho a year later; hot, but dangerously mentally unstable. No surprise there.