My sweet story with a filipina pt.2
Published 05/20/20 by SomeBlackpilledDudeY [0 Comments]

This part gets weird, and I know some of you may say I’m a simp and whatnot but when you love someone, things aren’t that easy.

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Things started to get sour. She would start fight over the weirdest things and threaten to break up with me every time we argued about something. This evolved into a toxic routine of such thateach time we’d get in a fight, she’d dump me and go to her social media, change all profile pictures for provocative ones, and come back for me a day later.

One day she told me that she was just moody and wanted a boyfriend that wouldn’t take her seriously when she said she wanted to break up. That her break ups were not serious at all. Messed up I know, but to me it was only a quirk of hers and I loved her just the way she was. It was just part of her. I mean as long as she didn’t hurt me, it was all things we had to fix. No one said relationships were easy, and I at least was whiling to work on it because I thought she was worth it. Despite all the stupid fight, we really had lots of fun and I really enjoyed her company and just talking to her.

Fights were getting more and more common. I must confess though, I was pretty much an ass. Each time she stared a scene, I’d split because she would get way too emotional and tell me mean things like I wasn’t enough, or things that really hurt. So I’d just leave and ignore her when arguments weren’t doing anything. These fights would eventually end up in her breaking up with me for a day.

To avoid this, I thought of nothing less toxic than each time she’d start shit, I’d split and ignore her for a few days so she wouldn’t threaten to break up with me. My logics was that by ignoring her, we would start missing eachother and realize that whatever problem we had wasn’t worth losing eachother and thus had to be fixed. Sort of like a punishment to both of us for being dicks at eachother.

Believe it or not this worked, and we started having less and less fights over the time and started becoming more and more intimate with one another, to the point most arguments were solved easily. In the end, a relationship is about commitment. You have to figure eachother out. It’s a process, and the trick is going through the process without hurting the other person and keeping them by your side.

Months went by, I met her friends and we started having sex, but mostly because I was pushy about it. I’ll explain. She would often times say she wasn’t as innocent as I made her look like (from the very beginning actually), which I took as a sign to try to get kinky as I felt more comfortable around her. I mean don’t blame me, she was the most attractive woman on earth to me at that time. Despite that, she would reject my advances and remind me she was old fashioned and all that. Eventually after a big fight we ended up having sex, but mostly because it was a way of her to prove me that she loved me. Yeah I know. Not the best.

Sex thereafter was nothing spectacular. Not because it was her first time, but because she only did it for me. I mean she was after all, an old fashioned lady and was too shy about it. I actually suggested at some point that sex wasn’t necessary and that she didn’t have to do this for me. I mean, I was aware that she didn’t really like me that much physically speaking. That kinda hurt but I wasn’t looking for a piece of meat, but a partner.

However, we started getting extremely close after that all that, which is in the end what mattered. Things started to work out really well and a few months later, I remember she jokingly said if I proposed to her, she’d say yes. Followed by things like She would also sometimes said “I’m so glad you’re my first everything” and idk. And I damn I liked that.

I’d never considered marriage to be anything positive before that moment. I’m pretty sure I didn’t like the idea very much since well, according to me, no one would love me that much and would eventually cheat on me. I was just gonna be someone’s step to something better. And I was going to end up utterly destroyed in both mind and soul.

My face was cold as always but inside I was jumping like a little girl. I’d never been so happy considering the possibility of marrying someone. I was sure about myself. I loved that woman, and I wanted to wake up every day to her and her only. I wanted to get up and bring her coffee. I wanted to come back home to her. The whole deal. Fuck the stupid fights, none of that mattered.

I hated the idea of having kids of my own. I’m ugly and my genetics are bad, but she wanted my kids so fine, I’ll do it. Whatever she wanted as long as I could hold her hand while getting lettuce at the supermarket idk.

Fights were rare and for actual relevant problems, she was kinda starting to enjoy sex. We were actually going through. Wasn’t easy, but we were getting there. Things were great. We really enjoyed spending time together, we’d watch movies and fall asleep together, and just talk and support eachother. We even had a favorite movie and all that. Idk. I was feeling the fucking faggot butterflies.

Well, one day I proposed we watched a movie like we always did. She told me was gonna get something to eat first and then come with me. Fine by me. An hour went by, and she wasn’t coming, so I decided to play counter strike with my friend while I waited for her. Note however, I had known this guy for over 20 years. He’s a brother to me, I love that dude. He’s been there when no one else has. He was in France at the time and I really missed him, so we would play games online and basically just die and get kicked out but it was our way to spend time together.

So my friend and I agreed to play a short 15 minutes match because he was busy, and we started playing. Right after starting our match, my ex comes back to watch the movie, and I asked her to wait a little cos I was finishing a game with my friend. She said “fine, enjoy your game”. So I kept playing.

Turns out she was furious and told me I chose my game over her. I tried to explain to her that it’s not the game, it’s about spending some time with my friend, and that I did it because I had to wait for like an hour and a half for her to come watch the movie. Anyways, big fight, I split.

I was having a very bad time during that period of my life. My dog died, someone broke into my house and stole my most precious electric guitar, which my dad gave to me when I was 13. It’s a cheap pack one but still, had tremendous value to me. I also got kicked out of college on my last semester because a grade didn’t register (Yes, it was brutally unfair). I lost the sensitivity on the right side of my tongue because I got pulled a nerve during a wisdom tooth removal procedure. All that the same month. And believe it or not, many other similar things happened in the previous months. It’s a fucked up year.

All I wanted was spend time with those I loved, which included my friend and my ex.

Next day she comes to me all normal and we start talking about our usual stuff. However I was still upset because I thought I didn’t deserve that sperg out and confront her about it. I made it a point that my friends are family to me, and they deserved my time as well. That I didn’t chose anyone, I just have time for everyone. Nevertheless, whatever I said went into an ear and came out right the other one apparently because she started yelling at me about how I chose my game over her. “I’m breaking up with you”, and she left.

Okay so another one of her moody break ups. I thought I’d wait until it’s over so we could properly solve it because It’s important to set limits and understanding that you don’t own someone’s time like that.

All I said was “Have fun with your new bf” to which she replied “I will, and I will make sure he chooses me over his games. Have fun with your new poon”. Lmao okay, and we stopped talking. You have to understand none of hat was serious. It as just a way to get back at eachother using sarcasm I mean in the, we’re both old fashioned people.

Next week, she texts me back. We started talking, and considering the last thing I said after our fight, I jokingly asked “How’s your new bf?”.

She replied “He’s not my bf yet”.

I took it as a joke obviously, since she was just playing along with the sarcasm from out last fight. Remember her break ups were not real at all, an wer just a moody attempt to make try harder. And besides, she’s an old fashioned lady and a super shy introvert. I kept going for the sake of breaking the ice and asked “Are you in a relationship with this guy?”, still knowing it was just sarcasm.

Then she said “We’re kinda”. Okay so this started smelling weird, so I started taking it a little more serious.

Turns out she met a guy, and I asked her what was all about. She said it was nothing, that they were just friends and only said that to make me jealous like I pressumed. I said I wanted to talk to him just in case, and she insisted they were just friends. She was texting him in parallel and sent me a screenshot where they were both laughing at me for being so overprotective.

Okay so we talk, we make up. We solve the argument about my friend and agree we should have our space for things like that. Fight over, we’re back, and she starts crying. But really crying. Something was odd.

Male instinct man. After she stopped crying and we were talking all normal, I asked if truly nothing had happened between them both.

Her: “Promise you won’t get mad?”.

Me: “Yeah”.

Her: “We had sex”.

Had questions. Lots of. So she gave me his number and I talked to him. The dude had no idea about anything so he told me everything. Turns out they met one day, and she started fucking the dude the next day. But this is the strange part, almost everytime, it was initiated by her. How do I know? Screenshots, many of them.

And I’m not talking a about the boring sex she had with me where she clearly didn’t like it very much. Nope. This one included handcuffs, spanking, blindfolds, whipping, and more. Turns out she had a huge fetish with 50 shades of Gray.

You know when a couple has like little cute words you use on each other? I could see all those words being used on him as she thirsted over her in the most sexually deranged way possible.

I just sat there with my heart in my hand trying to comprehend what was going on. I can’t possibly explain the pain. Nothing made sense. This guy had done more with my gf in 4 days, than me in a whole year. Wasn’t her old fashioned? Wasn’t her shy? I mean she was shy with me in bed, her bf for over a year.

As I was reading through the texts, I could see how thirsty she was for him and how she had all sorts of sexual fantasies for him after a day of knowing him. It was like a different woman. She’d never say those things to me and would repeatedly tell him how cute he was. They were in a no strings attached relationship.

My brain blew some fuses. Don’t get me wrong, I can endure some pain. Physical and mental. Just for reference, I come from broken family and was brought up in the suburbs so life had its perks. I did martial marts back in the day. I’ve been in the army, I’ve worked shitty jobs at construction, warehouses. I even was that sorry ass tech guy once. I also studied engineering and physics, where for those familiar with those fields of study, you’re rubbed on your face how much of a failure you are every single day. But this was too much.

So I sat with her and asked her all sorts of questions, only for her to get increasingly angry about it to just finally round it up to “it’s none of your business”. She would repeatedly say “That wasn’t me there” each time I tried to talk about it.

I did however confront her about telling me to never take your break ups seriously. I mean I trusted her. And this whole thing made no sense at all, to which she responded this one had been serious. But how was I supposed to know?. What happened to that rule of you to not do anything with another guy three months after you met him?

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My sweet story with a filipina pt.1
Published 05/20/20 by SomeBlackpilledDudeY [0 Comments]

Okay. Before anything, I’ll start by saying that the sole purpose of sharing my story is to kill a few myths.

I’ve heard so many times that western women are rotten and asian women are conservative wife material. I’ve also heard the same old about go to East Asia, go to the Philippines where you can easily score old fashioned wife, as they’re not hyprgamous, they are loving, caring and pretty much the whole pack. I’m here to tell you about my experience with a filipina.

I’ll try to be as accurate and objective as I can, even if it means making me look like a loser or whatever. The point here is to learn something I guess.

Lastly, the way it's written is so you can immerse yourself in being me.

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It all started with Kik and a friend.

Back then, there were no public group chats and the only way to make friends on Kik was to know their persona id or browsing randoms through a website called chatcard.co, which you could access from the app to meet other users and chat 1 on 1. You could see their profiles and names on a list that would refresh each time you would access the site.

So my friend was bummed out because women wouldn’t reply to him. Emphasis on “women”, not just pretty women, all women. I remember he saying “why would they be on chatcard to talk to randoms if they don’t want to talk to randoms?”. To which I replied “They do, it’s just that they only want to talk to the hottest randoms, you have a picture of on your grandma’s xmas sweater”. He said that wasn’t really true since women don’t get impressed by looks, and that it was all about the conversation opener.

So I said fine, let’s have a little fun. I grabbed my own phone, installed Kik, and made about 20 different accounts. I browsed through chatcard.co and picked this one girl with long black hair and I decided to try to approach her using different openers as my scapegoat. Using my plethora of different profiles, all with different names and different profile pictures to emulate different people with different characters, I wrote different openers accordingly to prove my point. These profiles included cute animal pictures, nature landscapes, pictures of average looking dudes looking nerdy, hipster, hugging their dogs/cats, and that typical picture of a distant dude stretching his arms up into the wild, facing his back to the camera. Their names were all fitting to the personalities we wanted to represent using the pictures. Adventurous, eloquent, fragile, strong, happy, funny, smart, shy, introvert, etc… Oh, and there was another pic with a super hot cute boi/stud and his name was pussy eater papi.

Of those 20+ profiles, she only replied to a few (no more than two) with something lackluster like “not interested bye” or anything of the sort.

Just to kill it for good, I decided to use rico papi and say something stupid like “hey babe lookin hott (wet emoji). Right after, I closed Kik to uninstall the app and she replied and asked what was my name. It didn’t take anything longer than 10 seconds since the moment I pressed send and the moment she replied. So we talked a bit, and I closed the app. Point proven.

My friend didn’t take reality very well and decided to play a dumb prank on her, so he literally just typed “I HAVE YOUR NUDES” on a different account, to which she only replied with smugness saying she’s never done that. I don’t know why I thought it was a better idea to send a blurry picture of ravioli and send it as proof we had nudes of her but she didn’t mind it. I know it was dumb, I am dumb, I do dumb shit. Bare with me.

Okay so we forget about it and an hour or so later, when I was on my way home, she texted me asking me to please not do anything bad to her and that indeed she’d never sent any lewd pictures to anyone, but she was scared I could fake something regardless. I told her to calm down and explained the situation. Told her about the experiment and that I was sorry for being a dumbass. She then adopted this very sad aura and told me she felt like trash, then went on to tell me other stuff that made me sad. I talked to her and tried to cheer her up and we made peace with eachother. I closed Kik and case closed for me. Wish you the best ravioli woman.

The next day she texted me, and a few days later we became friends. She just needed someone to talk to I guess. She told me she was 18, and because I was 25, I started calling her “kid”. Just for fun and because in case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m an asshole. One thing worth mentioning is, I didn’t consider her to be attractive at all. At one point she sent me a picture of herself wearing a very weird smile on her face which killed whatever little interest I might’ve had on her. Not my type at all, and tbh pretty much the opposite of what I find physically attractive in a woman. She also told me she was a filipina.

One day she disappeared (considering we’d talk every day) only to come back the day after. Instead of greeting me as usual, she started the conversation with “I met someone, and I have a crush”. I replied with “Oh cool, what’s his name?”, and she said it was Kevin only to disappear again for another entire day. IRC, two days passed and again, instead of greeting me, she just said “I have a crush”.

“Yeah you told me”, I said

“No, it’s a nother guy. His name’s Martin (lots of heart emojis)”, she answered.

I just replied “K just don’t get hurt”.

And off she went again. A day or two later of complete silence, I figured this time she had found a boyfriend and had something to talk to. I was then about to delete Kik when she suddenly talks to me again. Tbh I felt happy bc I thought she was good company and I was going to miss her a little. Anyways so she greets me normally and we start talking again. Weeks went by and she starts asking for pictures of me.

I avoided that at all costs at first because I knew the moment she knew what I looked like she’d stop talking to me. As I proved earlier, women would only talk to you if you’re good looking. However this only applies when they’re looking for a hook up or a partner. This time though it was different. We had been friends for over a month now and whatever I looked like didn’t matter, since it was pretty clear no romantic feelings were involved and she only saw me as a friend.

So I sent her a pic of me. At that time I was lifting weights and buffing up, and my eyes are green which I guess she liked.Because she didn’t ghost me and I felt more comfortable around her, I gave her my number and stuff and we met.

She started flirting with me, but because I’m slow I couldn’t notice. She kept going on for about two weeks, being more and more direct about it about it but I’m a brick head so she eventually confessed. Then for a whole week or probably more, she started being extremely sweet, and because I was aware of her feeelings, I kinda started feeling the butterflies and shit. At the same time, she suddenly started looking really physically attractive. As I said later though I’m not a cute/hot guy at all, so I know dating anyone would only mean getting cheated on at getting hurt, so I kept my feelings at bay like I always do.

I guess this is the part where the downward spiral starts.

One day she asked me out and I knew that was a bad idea. I didn’t want to reject her so I told her I met someone else and that I liked her. She was hurt, but she said she wished the best for us and left. That same night, she texts me super angry saying I was ugly (lmao I know), and that she could’ve had better, looks, money, job, you name it (literally, I still have a screenshot of that text). I tried to calm her down but she kept attacking me and went personal on other things, so I got irritated like a tiny baby and told her I just didn’t like her and left. She texted me back saying I didn’t mean what I said, that I only said it bc I was angry (which was true), and she didn’t mean anything either. She told me cried that night and idk I felt really bad the whole rest of the night. No one likes to see a girl cry man. So the next day I apologized for being inconsiderate and I asked her out.

We start dating.

To be honest, I was still sure she would eventually find better and cheat on me considering she had two crushes in like three days, so I tried to keep my distance and not get too attached. Fast forward a few weeks or so, I was actually in love with this woman. She was just too sweet. She would say things like if any girl called me ugly, she’d punch them in the face (yeah I’m a sissy but I like that shit). I would sometimes point out her two crushes in three days which she wouldn’t take very well. She said she did it to make me jealous back then which only fueled my feelings for her even more. Made me feel special and shit.

She then explained to me she was very old fashioned and she was actually known for being really conservative, and each time I jokingly suggested she’d do something slutty, she would get angry and tell me she wasn’t that type of girl, that she’d never do anything with any man she doesn’t love. She even told me she had this three months rule about not getting close to any other man within three months from a break up. A bit too much but okay, she’s just conservative. At one point however I found out a little more information about those crushes she had, and it turns out it wasn’t at all to make me jealous, the truth is she actually asked one of them out immediately after meeting him, but the guy was a catfish. I’d sometimes bring it up to poke on her a little which she disregarded as a childish phase of hers, she wasn’t the type to go all crazy over cute boys anymore. I was her one and only. I ended up falling madly in love either way.

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