I am a high school History teacher by trade, but this summer a guy who owns a large bar/pool hall/dance club asked me if I would be interested in bouncing. I am a pretty swole old guy who is good at diffusing conflict, so I said I would give it a try. I worked every Friday and Saturday night this summer and have seen some redpill truths confirmed. Examples include:
Chicks have different “rules” for guys based on their appearance. I have had females insist that I forcibly remove unattractive guys who barely touched them only to let “hawt” guys finger-fuck them on the dance floor two songs later.
Chicks use alcohol as an excuse to act slutty. Yes, drinking lessens inhibition, but I have seen girls start acting inebriated, and slutty, before they finish their first fireball.
Thirsty dudes are just sad. To watch the poor guys who are there every weekend buying drinks and going from rejection to rejection and even being laughed at, is depressing. Meanwhile, muscular well-dressed dudes often only have to nod to broker a deal that’s easily closed.
Girl’s night out is a myth. Last Saturday night a group of girl, most of them wearing rings, celebrating the forthcoming nuptials of a friend, showed up and soon began giving lap-dances to the regular Chads. As God is my witness, I saw the bride-to-be sneak out to the parking lot with a well-known MMA fighter only to return in about 30 minutes looking flushed. I’m not sure what they did, but wouldn’t be surprised if semen was involved.
Girls can get away with sexual assault. Even though I am half-a-century old and gruff, I get propositioned in the most vulgar ways every night, am constantly being “twerked” and have even have my penis grabbed a few times.
Drunk dudes think they are Mike Tyson but are more like Steve Urkle. Examples of this truism are too numerous to mention. Don’t fight, but if you do, it probably shouldn’t be after a bottle of Grey Goose.
Have fun guys.