A Case Of “The One”

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“Stanley” is another co-worker of mine. He’s a fairly young man, around the age of 27 or 28. He’s not originally from Utah and at least as long as I have known him, he’s been morbidly obese.

Stanley had gastric bypass surgery not too long ago, within the last 6 months and he’s losing a lot of weight and he’s beginning to look good. Stanley is also a guy that if I had to guess, has never had sex with a woman. He just gives off that “vibe.” He’s more of the guy that likes to play his video games and hang out with his buds.

Stanley made an announcement at work the other day. He’s moving on. He’s moving to Arizona.  That’s all he said to the majority of us. I found out his reasons as to why he’s moving though. It’s because of a girl.

Apparently Stanley has had some sort of “long distance” relationship with this woman. He’s known her for at least six years, or maybe it’s eight years. The time that he’s known her is a little “fluid,” if you get what I mean.

From what I gather, she’s a “good girl,” she goes to church, which is where and how they met those six or eight long years ago. According to Stanley, he’s found his “One.” He’s ready to uproot his life, his job, where he lives, and run off into the desert of Arizona to be with her.

On one hand, he’s pulling a “Go Big or Go Home” move, which I can appreciate. I don’t know if the guy really knows what he wants, I highly doubt it given what he’s doing, but hey, his determination is there and I can admire that.

The fact that he’s willing to literally give up and trade in his entire life over a woman is the part that has me shaking my head. In some ways, I literally don’t have the words. I don’t have the words for Stanley at least. The guy isn’t just setting himself on fire, he’s self-immolating. This is taking it to an extreme. There is literally nothing I can do for him. He truly gets to burn.

He’s leaving in a few days to go to Arizona to make arrangements for his move in a couple of months. All I can do is shake my head and wave goodbye.

Goodbye Stanley, and godspeed. I hope things work out for you with your “One” and that you live happily-ever-after with her. May you truly find whatever it is that you are looking for. Amen.

No point in trying to talk to him, he’s made up his mind. Last rites commence.

For you guys reading this, I wish this was a work of fiction, some fantastical bullshit that I pulled out of my ass, but it’s not. It’s a true story.

I’ve mentioned guys in the past doing stupid shit and doing some really dumb things, but this one has to be maybe one of the worst. This is a guy who is gambling his future away on a “possibility.” A possibility of love and of sex. Because that’s what this is really about.

Desperation and thirst.

You want to run off and fuck strange pussy in another state? Fine. Do that. I’ve done it and I have no regrets. But you don’t uproot your life, quit your job, and move for that pussy. Go and have an adventure but don’t change your life for it.

Maybe I’m truly an anomaly. Or maybe I’ve had some common sense, a sense of self preservation, and at least a modicum of self esteem that would scream at me, “Dude! What the fuck are you doing? Don’t fucking do that!” to even entertain an idea of what Stanley is doing.

My father will be 70 years old in April. He was with my mother for almost 50 years total by the time she died. He’s now dating another woman and will probably be with her until he dies or until she kicks his ass to the curb, which ever comes first. He has never heard of the Red Pill, and has no idea about it or my involvement with other men in it. He’s very blue pilled when it comes to women, their nature, and relationships, but even he has a modicum of self preservation and self respect.

My father’s girlfriend suggested a little while ago for him to sell his house and then they would use the proceeds of that sale and buy a house in Mesquite, Arizona and live there in the winter and then live in her home in the summer.

My father’s exact words were, “You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m going to sell my house. Why don’t you sell yours? What happens to me if our relationship goes south and you give me the boot?”

Even my Boomer Dad, who’s pretty much computer illiterate and doesn’t really understand women’s natures, understands enough to know that you don’t gamble your whole life away on the prospect of pussy.

Guys, if you have done something like this, like what Stanley is doing, or if you are seriously considering doing it, I can’t help you. No one can. You are truly on your one when it comes to this one. You really get to burn.

Godspeed, good luck and all of that. Amen and goodbye.

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