I headed to uni in the heart of Dixie as an ugly 5'6" cumskin Canuck.
It was intoxicating, the " mysterious South, " I was mesmerized by the place and ready to have a ( bluepilled ) great time.
Met my oneitis at a freshman orientation event on a sticky but sun-splashed August day. Was wasted on cheap beer so walked up and started talking to the most ridiculously attractive girl I had ever seen (still feel this way to this day ) : genuine freckled redhead ( I have read where honest-to-God, no-excuses real ones are maybe only 3 % of the population ), dressed in her standard vintage thrift shop attire ( always wore stuff like flowered peasant skirts w/ sandals, old cardigans w/ holes in them, bandanna wrapped around her hair, you get the idea ). Daughter of hippy types, visibly and audibly " different, " would spout country witticisms in a thick Southern drawl that would make your knees weak. She friendzoned me immediately but you know that already.
She had a high-tier Becky body ( small tits, just a teensy bit of a " frumpy " look ) and slightly crooked teeth...of course, this only added to her charms, and with the hair she was solidly a Stacylite ( plenty of other guys were bonkers for her too, including douchebag frat boy types who didn't normally do " nerdy " ).
She had self-diagnosed minor depression, anxiety and borderline personality disorder. I was her one-man emotional support system. When she said she wanted to rope a couple of times and that " people should be allowed to kill themselves if they want to teehee, " I was the one who said no, take it easy, everything will be peachy. She could be a very cruel oneitis too: when she started dating her first 6'2" + guy she introduced him to me in a bar and proceeded to lift her head up and kiss him on the lips right in front of me. She later tried to move on my 5'11" normie roommate and best friend ( knowing she could do way better but think she just wanted to torture me )...he was decent enough to say no and we kept our friendship ( well, until I got truly blackpilled that is ). She would also occasionally get drunk and say that she loved me, when I asked then why wasn't I allowed to touch her she would say " oh, you know, those things just happen teehee. " Yes, I was a mess of a bluepilled idiot and its highly embarrassing to even recall the time. My main problem was that I have unfortunate masochistic tendencies when it comes to foids, and as Anton LaVey says in his book " The Satanic Verses, " " masochists adore redheads. "
Finally came to my senses after 3 years, finished up my degree and headed home without even saying goodbye. Fast forward a bunch of years later: I inexcusably look her up on FB and message her. She married a Chad and sends pics: he is 6'3"-6'4", massive frame, blue hunter eyes, blonde hair, has that sort of turned -up pig type nose that a lot of bully types have...he's a redneck slayer without a shadow of a doubt. Turns out they had one Chad son then he NEVER touched her again, despite staying married. I remember reading the talented Jew writer Albert Goldman's biography on Elvis and he said it's some kind of weird Southern thing; apparently Elvis never had sex w/ Priscilla after she first gave birth. My oneitis was not smart though, thought it was her fault when he clearly was " working long hours " and probably fucking every jailbait diner waitress in the entire county.
I talk to her via FB and on the phone, fall back down the rabbit hole and listen to her problems, saying everything will be dandy. The Chad is an abusive asshole, won't let her have a single drink in the house so she will grab a couple at the package store, call me and cry about her life while in her car parked up in town. These drinks are on top of nightly doses of Ambien and God knows what other Jew pills. As I mentioned, she ain't so smart and gets busted for DUI. Later tells me this was entirely my fault for contacting her and making her crazy.
In her state by law they post mug shots online. She has a very unique name, and now when I or anybody else Googles it the shot comes up pronto, showing her with puffy, red eyes and rocking an orange and white jumpsuit ( she would have had to do a 48 hr. stint in county for that conviction ). Thing is, I am still way too much of a nice guy and can't even look at it again, it just makes me incredibly sad. But if any of you guys who are stronger than me want revenge on your oneitis, then re-establish contact, get them drinking and sit back and watch the shitshow.
It was intoxicating, the " mysterious South, " I was mesmerized by the place and ready to have a ( bluepilled ) great time.
Met my oneitis at a freshman orientation event on a sticky but sun-splashed August day. Was wasted on cheap beer so walked up and started talking to the most ridiculously attractive girl I had ever seen (still feel this way to this day ) : genuine freckled redhead ( I have read where honest-to-God, no-excuses real ones are maybe only 3 % of the population ), dressed in her standard vintage thrift shop attire ( always wore stuff like flowered peasant skirts w/ sandals, old cardigans w/ holes in them, bandanna wrapped around her hair, you get the idea ). Daughter of hippy types, visibly and audibly " different, " would spout country witticisms in a thick Southern drawl that would make your knees weak. She friendzoned me immediately but you know that already.
She had a high-tier Becky body ( small tits, just a teensy bit of a " frumpy " look ) and slightly crooked teeth...of course, this only added to her charms, and with the hair she was solidly a Stacylite ( plenty of other guys were bonkers for her too, including douchebag frat boy types who didn't normally do " nerdy " ).
She had self-diagnosed minor depression, anxiety and borderline personality disorder. I was her one-man emotional support system. When she said she wanted to rope a couple of times and that " people should be allowed to kill themselves if they want to teehee, " I was the one who said no, take it easy, everything will be peachy. She could be a very cruel oneitis too: when she started dating her first 6'2" + guy she introduced him to me in a bar and proceeded to lift her head up and kiss him on the lips right in front of me. She later tried to move on my 5'11" normie roommate and best friend ( knowing she could do way better but think she just wanted to torture me )...he was decent enough to say no and we kept our friendship ( well, until I got truly blackpilled that is ). She would also occasionally get drunk and say that she loved me, when I asked then why wasn't I allowed to touch her she would say " oh, you know, those things just happen teehee. " Yes, I was a mess of a bluepilled idiot and its highly embarrassing to even recall the time. My main problem was that I have unfortunate masochistic tendencies when it comes to foids, and as Anton LaVey says in his book " The Satanic Verses, " " masochists adore redheads. "
Finally came to my senses after 3 years, finished up my degree and headed home without even saying goodbye. Fast forward a bunch of years later: I inexcusably look her up on FB and message her. She married a Chad and sends pics: he is 6'3"-6'4", massive frame, blue hunter eyes, blonde hair, has that sort of turned -up pig type nose that a lot of bully types have...he's a redneck slayer without a shadow of a doubt. Turns out they had one Chad son then he NEVER touched her again, despite staying married. I remember reading the talented Jew writer Albert Goldman's biography on Elvis and he said it's some kind of weird Southern thing; apparently Elvis never had sex w/ Priscilla after she first gave birth. My oneitis was not smart though, thought it was her fault when he clearly was " working long hours " and probably fucking every jailbait diner waitress in the entire county.
I talk to her via FB and on the phone, fall back down the rabbit hole and listen to her problems, saying everything will be dandy. The Chad is an abusive asshole, won't let her have a single drink in the house so she will grab a couple at the package store, call me and cry about her life while in her car parked up in town. These drinks are on top of nightly doses of Ambien and God knows what other Jew pills. As I mentioned, she ain't so smart and gets busted for DUI. Later tells me this was entirely my fault for contacting her and making her crazy.
In her state by law they post mug shots online. She has a very unique name, and now when I or anybody else Googles it the shot comes up pronto, showing her with puffy, red eyes and rocking an orange and white jumpsuit ( she would have had to do a 48 hr. stint in county for that conviction ). Thing is, I am still way too much of a nice guy and can't even look at it again, it just makes me incredibly sad. But if any of you guys who are stronger than me want revenge on your oneitis, then re-establish contact, get them drinking and sit back and watch the shitshow.
