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This is not a story about me and my prowess on the sexual market, nor a rant about women and feminism. This is simply a tale regarding me, my dad, my mom and her boss.

To start out with I'll have to admit that I'm supprised I was ever born, my dad (god bless his soul) is just as autistic as I, which as a standpoint, is not a very good sign. The story behind how my mom and dad got together is that my dad was working at a bar, and my mom and her BFF made a bet that my mom could totally pick up that bartender, my dad was suprisingly very /fit/ in his youth. The bet was an expensive liquir of some sort. Which was worth very much since my mom was still studying.

They got together, my mom moved in with my dad, since my mom was still studying while my dad was working. Mom get's a job, they get married after my mom got prego with my bigbro. They get married, my mom have a hard time with her job, and get's a new one, in which she have to move up the foodchain again, after around 2 she get's prego with me. (very dependent on my dad 3-4 after the birth of my big bro basicly.)

Things were good and well until my dad got into a sport accident and fucked up his back. (My dad have always had a bad back, both geneticly and because he spend most of his youth working at somekind of heavy lifting job in the industrial area.) He stops working out, and he gets curvy by time. (not exactly fat untill much later.)

When I was around 5, my mom became 'very good friends' with her boss, and so we had to eat dinner with him and his family. (had to become friends with boss step son + daughter n all that shit, note that at that age, I would crawl under my moms chair and cry if there were too many people in the room that I didn't know, so you could speculate that I might not be the best at making friends, especially being forced to be so. But I digress.

My dad might have been dangerously autistic like me, but apparently we're apparently so retarded that the hamsterwheel won't even turn on us, and we had a hardtime dealing with bullshit, first of all we can't distingus it from lies and truth, and we couldn't create it, so we're kind of unfiltered, and in general don't really give a fuck about our behaviour and what we say. Which is kind of a gift in here I suppose, and he called my mom on her bullshit. My mom said that he was just jealous and that was that. My dad clapped his hands and said welp, nothing to do here. And simply left it at that without anymore proof.

By the time I was 13-14 the atmosphere in the dinningroom was more gloomy then a graveyard, and I got addicted to my computer, barely did anything 'cept playing CS, Unreal, and worms. My /fit/ stats were around 84 kilos and 170~ centimeters tall. I was a fat piece of shit.

Got into this skiing accident, broken jaw, loss of teeth, concussion, bent ribs. It was ugly. had to eat through a straw, but I loss weight thou.

At the end of first Highschool/gymnasium I was 1.85, 72 kilos. Looked better then I had in years, selfasteem through the roof, got a GF even though I have been in special Ed classes most of my life, got through this student exchange shit and I got fucking laid, kissed 2 girls at once, didn't give a single fuck. Apparenly they liked obnoxious fuckheads with borat refrences in southeren europe. That was untill my dad broke up with my mom.

In the beginning, he and she didn't really give an explination, the guess was that they simply got tired of each other, but in reality my dad kind of still loved my mom or something, because when I was going to our vication house with the bosses sons and daughter, and just before I arrived my mom called me and said that "btw, me and boss man is my bf now."

Apparently after my mom slowly stopped holding my dads hand, kissing him etc. My dad had searched her phone and found some intresting texts to boss-man. My dad have always been the always-look-on-the-brightside kinda guy so he simply said that moms love for boss-man was simply grown stronger, though he was still 'disapointed' that she didn't love me and my brother enough to still her needs. key word is disapointed. My dad have shared cigars and drinks, cheered with beer and wine, been with Boss-man since I was fucking 5. And he had been screwing his wife for at least 10 years, fucked up their marrige, got them out on this huge fight on who should get what, and sell this huge house while the economy was shit and nobody wanted to buy it because they didn't want to live together, but nobody had the money to live alone in it. I would atleast ask the guy if he wanted to pull the knife out of my back, if not taking a hockymask on and beat the living shit out of that fucker. but again, I digress.

1-2 years later, got introduced to the game, mystery method, and things kinda excalated from there and at somepoint I got to TRP.

I must admit, before, and sometime after TRP, I hated when women shit-tested me, if maybe not women in general. I was the guy who yelled 'smack my bitch up' the loudest when the prodigy was playing. I didn't take it as a test, and that I should take it as a compliment that the women was testing me to see if I was worthy of their wet panties, but no matter how many times people said that in books, the internet or other places. That shit was just a fucking insult. I'm not my fucking dad you fucking whore! I know that's what I think, but I can't seem to shake it off me, and I got into this weird mix of being horny, but didn't take shit from women, which neither they nor me could figur out, untill I learned about frames, which helped me not to not get mad at women, but to channel my rage of a thousand burning suns hatefull fury into a simpel body language that told women (and wiseguys) not to talk shit like that.

year after that, 84 kilos, 190 cm 15~% fat. Though I have never even tried to get a GF/LTR (even though that seems to be the basic contract you have to sign before being handed the pussy here in Denmark.) As the moment I get any shit-test at all I completly shut them down, not even trying to get though the shit-test I fucking shame the bitches in a country where having another oppinion then the women will shutdown the hose from under the curtains (Just ask roosh.) But when I found out that only foreigners use OKcupid I have gotten lots of results since they haven't been brainwashed with Jantelaw and other feminist bullshit. Thank the fucking gods above for fucking foreigners, I simply can't seem to comprehend why muricans got so much against them. I would rather cut my wrists then talk to a danish woman about anything for more then 10 minutes about anything if the means was to get my dick wet. 0 Charm, 0 fasionsense, not being able to flirt, more tightassed then a fucking nun, but worse at sex. I swear when I become an engineer I'll get the fuck outta dodge, move to southamerica or something. but I digress for the last time in my short story.

TRP, I'm taking off my hat and everyone with me, in the small time bar called masculinity that we call home, raises a glass and chant your name in unison.

Thank you, thank you so much.


[–]Squeezymypenisy0 points1 point  (0 children) | Copy Link

I'll raise and drink to that. Nice story, it is good to read stuff like this every once in awhile. Many guys on here seem to be permanently stuck in the anger phase. Is all of Scandinavia that bad or is it just Denmark?

[–]ohhaio0 points1 point  (0 children) | Copy Link

Love it!

Come to the US, we need more real men here.

[–][deleted] -2 points-1 points  (0 children) | Copy Link

You have a hamster: he spins a tale of autism.

You need to get that the culturally projected mean is around autistic women, so cold ass SOBs like you are considerened unfairly outliers. Stop celebrating the label. You're just a dude, that is somewhat slow in picking up social cues. This was the norm 150 years ago, you where literally average when women where analised separetly. Nowadays with all the sensitivity and inclusion policies, the former male average is considered marginally atypical when considering the whole efeminised population. Funny how just being a average socialy awkward dude is considered pathological, but tumblr unicorns are just "unique" and "original"

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