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So it’s been quite the weekend!
On Friday, my beau and I went out to dinner. It was a weird day to start with, maybe the full moon, and anyway he said halfway through dinner, “Just so you know, I am not going to propose over the holidays.”
Ummm, ok.
Ouch.
I literally felt sick, my stomach instantly churning. Being single sucks. Dating sucks. Insert negative inner voices here.
I have to admit I was hurt by the statement, and on the way home when he asked why I was so quiet, I (calmly) explained that while I was not expecting a proposal by any means, it would have been better never to say anything about a possible proposal than to bring it up just to say it wasn’t happening. I asked if he could please just take me home. All the way there, I did my best not to start crying. Ug.
Needless to say, it wasn’t the best date we’ve ever had.
The next morning we had a really good talk about it and I felt like we both aired our thoughts and successfully navigated our way to the other side of an awkward moment. Whew. He asked if we could go out that night. I said of course. I opened my business at noon. At ten minutes to six, when I was getting ready to close, there he was to pick me up.
We went out to dinner, and then back to his place for dessert. He walked into the kitchen to get it, and came back with a plate with two pieces of cheesecake, and a ring box.
And explained he wasn’t going to propose over the holidays, because he couldn’t wait that long.
Needless to say, didn’t I feel silly?
And then I said, “YES!!!!!”
Yep, Red Pill Girl is engaged. You heard it here first. And for those who have been following my tale over the past year on various manosphere blogs, and who know how far I have come, and how much I have learned, and how earnestly I have studied male and female relations, and striven to understand what I was doing wrong so I could start doing it right, and how much advice and support and encouragement (and at times stern words of correction about a wrong way in my thinking) I have been offered, I thank you. Thank all of you, new friends and old, for helping me get my head on straight so I was ready for this moment. From the bottom of my heart!
I am going to love him for the rest of my life and I am going to make being an awesome wife and partner to him my highest priority. He’s the captain, I am the first mate, the kids are the crew, and we are on this voyage together. I fully realize this isn’t some Disney movie. It’s going to take work, and grace, and there are going to be hard times and good times and yes, it’s a risk. But I would say thanks to help from many here and on other blogs I frequent, I now get what I did not before, and I think that alone helps mitigate the risk enormously. That and knowing now, there just is no not working it out. The grass isn’t greener and we both have been there, done that, and we both know that it is true.
In short, the manosphere has taught me how we’ve all been told it works for the past 40-some years, and how it has always really worked, are not one and the same. The information is out there for any who seek it. The Red Pill goes down bitter, but better to live with the truth than to keep believing pretty little lies that only lead one astray.
And I hope for all of you other singles (who wish it) you too will find a great mate to share your life journey with. And in case anyone is wondering, Red Pill Girl is not going anywhere. She’s just turning the page to the next chapter of her Red Pill journey.
Notes From a Red Pill Girl 
Lol, true scfton I am sure people don’t forget a scfton telling off! You are kinda a little like a drill instructor. Lol.
Molly Sorry about the held up post, that happens with posts with links for some reason. I set it free!
Redpillgirlnotes,
This has to be a record thread for you!
Another reason to congratulate!
Fuzzie let’s make the thread bigger! Let’s play tricks! :bear 🙄 🐻
LOL I regret not spendIng any time being drill sergeant.
Gues who wants to play at the wedding?
Hahahahahaha!
What was the Elephant’s technique d’ya reckon:
Limp sock?
Don’t name your target till after you’ve shot?
lol
The funniest video! Even the trunk-curls were in time! And the way he stuck his trunk between the guy’s arms? Middle C miss much! LOL
Molly,
I do have to expand my repitoire beyond bears. Elephants are fun too.
It would be fun to see this at Chateau Bloom. However, how are you going to transport the elephant?
“Chateau Bloom” Cool, like a white wine! The way the old Elephant banged his trunk on the keys was fun for him and us! He really thought he was good! 😀 lol
I’ve tried clearing my ears, it doesn’t work well for me, for some reason, Bloom. I had a lot of ear infections when I was younger and maybe that’s why. Right now I’m still nursing this stupid illness (longest and worst I’ve had in a long long time…can’t believe this), and my ears are clogged right now too.
Molly, from what you’ve mentioned about Cill’s setup out there, I’m really envious. I’d keep it private if I were in his position, also. Most definitely. 🙂 The closest thing I’ve seen to that was out in Sardinia. And uncle of mine has a house out there and the beach area was exclusive and really secluded. It was like being in paradise…big contrast to the other places on the Island. I don’t get to experience something like that very often (but, I can’t complain it’s great out here too).
@ Liz
This will sound dumb, but try making out for an hour with your hubby. That may move your Eustachian tubes around enough to help clear your ears. Lots of tongue. You could have scarring from infections in your youth. No, I don’t think that sex will clear your ears, sorry. (Reminds me of a girl friend of my mother’s who was going to have an ear operation and she wondered if the doctors might make a mistake and relocate her ear between her legs. She said “Eh?” as she spread her legs. She was quite naughty.)
Lol! Theasdgamer…that does NOT sound dumb, it sounds brilliant! 😛
Of course, I got sick in the first place by doing this very thing….I can’t stay away from him, even when he’s sick. Then I’m at my most smoochy. He’s just so cute when he’s lying there all sick and vulnerable. 😛
Liz, sounds like you have an Oedipus complex. Tongue backatcha.
Lol theasdgamer!
Here is his text (he’s away on another trip of course)
Me: Love, love, slept really well. The cough medicine worked.
Him: That is so good. This has been ridiculous. I am never going down on another Asian girl. Ever. Love more.
Me: That was a very bad idea. Cute you.
Him: The worst. I am just about well so at least there’s that. Glad you are better. So very sorry I made you sick.
(obviously he never went down on an Asian…old joke, that, for context)
Ton, re Drill Sergeant–just tell people to drop and give you 20, heh. Btw, few women can stand separation from their men for extended periods. Mrs. Gamer quickly starts sniffing after other d1ck if I’m not around. Happened once when she was far away and we were in a dating relationship and once when we were legally separated.
This place is something else, like when the world was young and fresh. The sea and sky are a deeper colour. The seaweed smells cleaner, the air is clearer so you see in detail, the rocks, the forest, the birds in the air. When the wind is silent I hear the wings of the gulls. At night it’s more enchanting than ever, if possible! I sometimes stay up, like tonight, and go out. I listen to the Ruru and sense the native bats.
The dog (“Dog”) keeps at a distance from me, usually in front checking things are safe in the forest. He’s so smart he’s scary, an anxious dog. Cill chanced upon an illegal dog fight and took the dog away by force! Pow wallop! Dog is Cill’s friend for life. He made me promise to steer clear of Dog which is hard, Dog protects me and I want to pat him and be friends. A husband and wife who look after the place in Cill’s absence, ask me to feed Dog which is supposed to help but he still has hard cruel eyes.
That husband and wife are another mystery! They are real wealthy, they don’t need to be here but they’d do anything for my big cuz. Who are they really? They are quiet “refined” Chinese people who “keep their own counsel”, and the husband “has the air of a bigwig about him” as my Gran says. And wow, the wife, can she cook! 🙂
Dog stops and I hear faint sounds in the undergrowth. It could be wild boar, they hide in the day and come out at night and they sometimes track the hunters. Dog escorts me back to the house. He doesn’t come near me yet I have no choice, I have to follow. Mental projection I reckon!
Being here looking out over the sea under the stars, while on the internet, is the strangest experience, impossible to explain! The windows are wide open, no flies or mosquitoes, it’s magic! 🙂
“Just so you know, I am not going to propose over the holidays.”
“Just so you know, I am not sleeping with you on the first date.”
A proposal is coming sooner. Sex is coming later.
Bloom, women’s sweetness is so rare and appealing! I started thinking about women I know who have been sweet to me recently.
1. 25 yo who came up to me while I was sitting down, and settled into a hug while we chatted. Yeah, I gave her a beer once. My wife doesn’t much like her. My wife will sit her butt at home.
2. 50+ single woman who straightened my shirt collar. She disrespected me once (perhaps unintentionally) and quickly worked to reestablish rapport when I mentioned it.
3. 50+ married woman who went out to her vehicle to find pliars to help me open a flask. Didn’t work, so she shared her wine with me.
Contrast with an almost 60 married woman who disrespected me several times recently when my frame was weak and I appeared somewhat needy. (It was the oxytocin bonding thing and I have since moved on.)
I’ll happily pay attention to the 1st three and ignore the last.
Liz, lol at “love you more.” Mrs. Gamer and I mockingly imitate a mom who was dropping her five-year-old son at kindergarten. One would say, “I love you.” The other would reply, “I love you mo-ore.”
Okay.
Not to be cantankerous, but I don’t really know how to interpret that last one, theasdgamer. I don’t think of my husband as a five year old, if that’s what you’re implying. But I’ll drop it there.
Liz, gotcha! Just calibrating how far I can go without getting under ur skin. I’m sure u know someone else who has done that. 😉
And, no, I wasn’t implying that u think of ur hubbie as a 5 yo. There were communication parallels. P
“I’m sure u know someone else who has done that”
Well…I guess that’s true.
And I can be pretty scrappy. 😉
😛
Liz,
Here’s an aviation video. You can be married all day long but, if you run into a single girl bear, would you tell her about me?
Good video, Fuzzie, and you have my word.
The minute I find a single female bear that isn’t cray-cray, I will sing your praises to her. 🙂
That’s the most produced military aircraft in history, and one of the models (in regard to armor, slow speed control, and guns) for our unsurpassed, unloved Warthog. Great video.
BuenaVista,
According to the video, this is the last one flying.
“the most produced military aircraft in history”
I didn’t know that. How effective were they?
Hello to you all! Seems a long time gone.
Cill,
By present day standards, not very. But back then, when the ground troops saw them, it was one heck of a boost to morale.
The Air War over Russia was very different. Very little high altitude flying and almost no strategic bombing.
Welcome back, Cill!
🙂
I’m tempted to add “Now Don’t I Feel Cilly?” but that would be a dreadful pun…
Thanks Liz!
They had only one day of rain here during my absence. I’ve brought the rain with me I’m afraid. It’s bucketing down and gale force winds are forecast. The livestock are in the shelters and the boat’s on the rails. All I can do now is hunker down and wait…
“Don’t I feel Cilly” is an awesome pun, fair and true, Cill! 🙂
Stay warm and dry! Sounds like an exciting adventure…I love the rain! (as long as it doesn’t last for weeks and weeks…then it gets a bit tiresome).
Just reading the above, it would get pretty tedious to listen to me if I actually spoke like I write. Look at that….ended each and every sentence with an exclamation point.
!!!
Perhaps tedious is the wrong word….asylum-worthy maybe? Ah, well.
If you can handle Yoda’s verb-ending sentences you can handle anything!
Yoda 900 ears old he is.
Older than punctuaion tha he makes.
Verbs in Latin at rhe end of sentence are to be found.
Hmmm….
“Yoda 900 ears old he is. Older than punctuation that he makes.”
Perhaps he could tell us which came first: the noun or the verb?
The sh*t, or sh*t?
(the object itself or the act of expelling it?)
(The same could be asked of “f*ck”)
900 more uyears they live
this type of Speaking
t3hy a7l will do
Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa for the typographical errors.
Nine hundred years of rhyme
Have Padawan’s task defined:
A verb to append
At each sentence end
On each
nonsensical lineMi biblioteca es su biblioteca it is
MmmH?
First mate? I like that. It is what I call my first mate. Four kids and 40 years later.
Best wishes.
Tonight we are enjoying the thrill of it all
And a movie about a grinch w a heart two sizes too small
And Red wondered if padawan had ever read
The grinch who stole Christmas er chance before bed
Or enjoyed the wonderful truths
Revealed in children’s books by the good Dr. Suess?
And if not most recommended they are
For lovers of rhyme both nearby and far!
Bloom-doing great, but also keeping things very quiet. Congrats again!
Happy to hear that Emily! 🙂