Hey Buddy Boyos,
So i went for dinner with my boss and his wife a few weeks ago. My boss, divorced - good looking, good hearted anglo man in his 50s. He had a few kids from his previous marriage (his ex wife ended up cheating on him hence the divorce). He decided to marry this new bird recently.
So I went for dinner, met her and she is a Gilf, 60 years old and would smash - lovely figure for her age. I don't like older women much so I promise the reader that I'm not exaggerating. We proceeded with the first round which my boss kindly paid for - I had a pint of Peroni, as did my boss and his new wife. Conversation was easy, I asked the typical, general questions to get the ball rolling and she went into how she travelled a lot when she was younger (when a women says travel, we know what they mean lads) and had kids with one of the holiday reps in her 20s and became a single mother. My boss, highly successful, normie guy got with a bimbo - he was looking at me with a look that I interpreted as a hybrid of shame and disappointment.
The second red flag quickly appeared - i mentioned that I used to do boxing (11 amateur fights in my teens) she expressed that 'back in the 80s' she dated a boxer. I asked her who (my autism means i have an encyclopedic knowledge of obscure topics such as British boxing) she said the guy (she presumed I didn't know who he was as this boxer was british level, not famous or remembered unless you're a true pugilist like moi) and I said, 'ah i know him, great boxer' - who was a jamaican and when my boss got faintly curious - i quickly changed the conversation for his sake, I didn't want him to know that he recently married a mudshark. Even a normie white guy holds some contempt for mudsharks and as Malcolm X once said, “Never ask a woman about other men. Either she'll tell you a lie, and you still won't know, or if she tells you the truth, you might not have wanted to hear it in the first place.”.
She then revealed that she was an underwear model / single mother so had to be a 'model' to support her kids. A passing thought his that girls of all ages are like fucking children. I did look her up in my personal time, found her pics (including some nudes) and yes, very nice
It's funny, my boss is really docile around her and always watching her when he makes a joke / saying something - i've noticed that this is common for every guy - they are self concious as fuck / watch what they say around foids. Being positive for us here, I honestly think this is a big positive for us incels, we don't give a fuck / can do waht we want - severely underrated as I'm sure my boss, my brother and other normies are subconsciously mindful that they can be replaced at any time. Marriage or not.
Back to the story, she was flirting with this black waiter (my age, 20s) bringing us drinks / food - i mean, touching his forearm and staring at him. This pavement ape was not even attractive - so this will trigger the wignats who say racemixing isn't that common. She then made some comments about white english becoming the native americans etc - which is strange - 5 mins ago she was flirting with babboon. Anglo women are very conscious of white man losing / being replaced.
So getting to the meat and bones of the story now, she took my picture and sent it to her colleague (without me knowing). The conversation proceed to go on about 'how are you single' 'you would be a great dad' as a firm antinatalist, nazi - i just retained my mask and didn't let any autism through and gave generic answers 'haven't found right person' 'yeah, one day- having kids is a blessing' as i value my job and career (also had sympathy for my boss being cucked by a nig in the pub openly so wanted to make him look good).
Last week, boss's wife whatsapped me and said her colleague wanted to meet me and gave my number to her. I thanked her. A fit milf talks big about me to a young bird - and felt positive as i thought warm approach was the only way in 2025 for sub 8s. Milf described her as bookish, shy, pretty yet, doesn't go out a lot / not experienced - she even works at a museum - i love history myself.
I get a message from the girl on whatsapp and going by the photo, looks cute, early 20s and the girl next door type. Even this veteran incel virgin writing this post (me) thought i can finally get out of inceldom - maybe god is real, maybe my hard work (hitting gym, carreermaxxing etc) has paid off.
The conversation on whatsapp started of cordial, innocent to begin with tho her responses were infrequent - like once or twice a day which i found annoying as she had an easy job and girls are on there phones all the time, so that was an initial redflag. We texted about nature, animals (i love hedgehogs myself and support them in my area throughout the summer and sent some videos from my nature camera) and she was telling me how I am a really nice guy, how the milf said great things about me and she was single as couldn't find a nice, gentle guy like me. Next thing goes into the next, we arrange to go on the date. Her replies rapidly become intermittent, finally fading into ghosting me entirely.
I then check her socials - she deceived me with her whatsapp picture and trad like visualisation of her life 'innocent country girl'. Her tiktok were videos of her and friends in clubs - an explicity video of he frirneds taking pocutte of her kissing different guys with a caption saying 'foids name slays'. Her facebook revealed the truth and was damning. After a few mins of digging into her close friends profiles, I saw a picture of the foid with her ex - who *drumroll please* - was a n*gger. I proceeded to to onto his profile, there were picutres of him with her, other white girls (one funny picutre was of him having what appeared the foics dad in a chokehold lol). On his IG, he was thugmaxxing and an old video showed her twerking in front of him at a party. He dumped her as his latest pics show a nice new white bird (staceylite).
Funny thing is, this foid i was texting lives in a very white, rural place and didn't go to uni hence really went out of her way to get with a pavement ape.
On a funny note, i expect her brother to be on .IS cause I saw a funny pic of him with her and the ex-nig and the brother in the pic looked seething - lol. He was a good looking bloke, normal anglo man - i send him my condolences.
To conclude this blockbuster of a story, she finally responded to me 'sorry i've been so busy' and then asked about the date - i just typed 'no thank you, i'm out' and blocked her and deleted her deets.
I don't write sad, depressed. In fact, this experience was postiive for me, i've realsied that I am atusitic, love being alone and will pump the chicked for my remaining days. Thanks all for reading, I'm off or a run. Enjoy your Saturday Broski's
So i went for dinner with my boss and his wife a few weeks ago. My boss, divorced - good looking, good hearted anglo man in his 50s. He had a few kids from his previous marriage (his ex wife ended up cheating on him hence the divorce). He decided to marry this new bird recently.
So I went for dinner, met her and she is a Gilf, 60 years old and would smash - lovely figure for her age. I don't like older women much so I promise the reader that I'm not exaggerating. We proceeded with the first round which my boss kindly paid for - I had a pint of Peroni, as did my boss and his new wife. Conversation was easy, I asked the typical, general questions to get the ball rolling and she went into how she travelled a lot when she was younger (when a women says travel, we know what they mean lads) and had kids with one of the holiday reps in her 20s and became a single mother. My boss, highly successful, normie guy got with a bimbo - he was looking at me with a look that I interpreted as a hybrid of shame and disappointment.
The second red flag quickly appeared - i mentioned that I used to do boxing (11 amateur fights in my teens) she expressed that 'back in the 80s' she dated a boxer. I asked her who (my autism means i have an encyclopedic knowledge of obscure topics such as British boxing) she said the guy (she presumed I didn't know who he was as this boxer was british level, not famous or remembered unless you're a true pugilist like moi) and I said, 'ah i know him, great boxer' - who was a jamaican and when my boss got faintly curious - i quickly changed the conversation for his sake, I didn't want him to know that he recently married a mudshark. Even a normie white guy holds some contempt for mudsharks and as Malcolm X once said, “Never ask a woman about other men. Either she'll tell you a lie, and you still won't know, or if she tells you the truth, you might not have wanted to hear it in the first place.”.
She then revealed that she was an underwear model / single mother so had to be a 'model' to support her kids. A passing thought his that girls of all ages are like fucking children. I did look her up in my personal time, found her pics (including some nudes) and yes, very nice
It's funny, my boss is really docile around her and always watching her when he makes a joke / saying something - i've noticed that this is common for every guy - they are self concious as fuck / watch what they say around foids. Being positive for us here, I honestly think this is a big positive for us incels, we don't give a fuck / can do waht we want - severely underrated as I'm sure my boss, my brother and other normies are subconsciously mindful that they can be replaced at any time. Marriage or not.
Back to the story, she was flirting with this black waiter (my age, 20s) bringing us drinks / food - i mean, touching his forearm and staring at him. This pavement ape was not even attractive - so this will trigger the wignats who say racemixing isn't that common. She then made some comments about white english becoming the native americans etc - which is strange - 5 mins ago she was flirting with babboon. Anglo women are very conscious of white man losing / being replaced.
So getting to the meat and bones of the story now, she took my picture and sent it to her colleague (without me knowing). The conversation proceed to go on about 'how are you single' 'you would be a great dad' as a firm antinatalist, nazi - i just retained my mask and didn't let any autism through and gave generic answers 'haven't found right person' 'yeah, one day- having kids is a blessing' as i value my job and career (also had sympathy for my boss being cucked by a nig in the pub openly so wanted to make him look good).
Last week, boss's wife whatsapped me and said her colleague wanted to meet me and gave my number to her. I thanked her. A fit milf talks big about me to a young bird - and felt positive as i thought warm approach was the only way in 2025 for sub 8s. Milf described her as bookish, shy, pretty yet, doesn't go out a lot / not experienced - she even works at a museum - i love history myself.
I get a message from the girl on whatsapp and going by the photo, looks cute, early 20s and the girl next door type. Even this veteran incel virgin writing this post (me) thought i can finally get out of inceldom - maybe god is real, maybe my hard work (hitting gym, carreermaxxing etc) has paid off.
The conversation on whatsapp started of cordial, innocent to begin with tho her responses were infrequent - like once or twice a day which i found annoying as she had an easy job and girls are on there phones all the time, so that was an initial redflag. We texted about nature, animals (i love hedgehogs myself and support them in my area throughout the summer and sent some videos from my nature camera) and she was telling me how I am a really nice guy, how the milf said great things about me and she was single as couldn't find a nice, gentle guy like me. Next thing goes into the next, we arrange to go on the date. Her replies rapidly become intermittent, finally fading into ghosting me entirely.
I then check her socials - she deceived me with her whatsapp picture and trad like visualisation of her life 'innocent country girl'. Her tiktok were videos of her and friends in clubs - an explicity video of he frirneds taking pocutte of her kissing different guys with a caption saying 'foids name slays'. Her facebook revealed the truth and was damning. After a few mins of digging into her close friends profiles, I saw a picture of the foid with her ex - who *drumroll please* - was a n*gger. I proceeded to to onto his profile, there were picutres of him with her, other white girls (one funny picutre was of him having what appeared the foics dad in a chokehold lol). On his IG, he was thugmaxxing and an old video showed her twerking in front of him at a party. He dumped her as his latest pics show a nice new white bird (staceylite).
Funny thing is, this foid i was texting lives in a very white, rural place and didn't go to uni hence really went out of her way to get with a pavement ape.
On a funny note, i expect her brother to be on .IS cause I saw a funny pic of him with her and the ex-nig and the brother in the pic looked seething - lol. He was a good looking bloke, normal anglo man - i send him my condolences.
To conclude this blockbuster of a story, she finally responded to me 'sorry i've been so busy' and then asked about the date - i just typed 'no thank you, i'm out' and blocked her and deleted her deets.
I don't write sad, depressed. In fact, this experience was postiive for me, i've realsied that I am atusitic, love being alone and will pump the chicked for my remaining days. Thanks all for reading, I'm off or a run. Enjoy your Saturday Broski's
