This is the most BS charge I’ve ever heard of. I patronize the local Starbucks coffee shop a lot, typically every day. This has been going on for years. I’ve never been told by anyone that there was ever any problem involving me. This is over years now. I am talking maybe 10 years.
Well I go in tonight, and one guy, who, granted, can be asshole if he wants to be, although I know him extremely well for years and we have talked about everything under the sun. He sees me coming and “gets into position” apparently in advance of having a conversation with me. He doesn’t look particularly friendly.
I put my mind into a “see nothing, hear nothing, speak nothing” form of mind where you probably literally have no idea what I am thinking. I’m hiding cognitively and emotionally. I often do this in socially touchy situations where I want to maintain a bit of distance.
I was trying to maintain distance from this guy as lately he has been giving me stupid messages about breaking social rules, and he’s starting to really piss me off. He has a list of 900,000 social rules – 600,000 things you can’t say and 300,000 things you can’t do. I try to follow the rules, but I keep forgetting them.
It’s all my fault. I know I should remember 900,000 fucktarded rules that are all about things I can’t say or do. They’re all nothing but restrictions on my behavior. Fuck that. I feel like I’m in a cage. I will obey many or even most of the rules, but some people’s rules are just insane. I will talk about these in a future post.
He informs me in serious tone that I am not allowed to come into the store anymore. I am banned. “A number” of young women complained that I was “harassing” them. Later it turned out that “a number” means two and “harassment” means sexual harassment.
I had to think long and hard about who that might be, and I was entertaining all sorts of theories. He said he was required to tell me that. I asked him to give me some details on the complaint, and he said he could not do that.
This is the new #metoo feminist insanity: you often have no idea what the complaint against you is. You have no idea what you did wrong except make some lame cunt feel “uncomfortable.” And we are talking about women here, creatures who probably feel “uncomfortable” 50% of the time no matter what’s going on, and that’s on a good day. That probably even goes for when they are alone.
So I went to the other coffee shop. I kept thinking it was a group of young women, maybe 18, at an outside table as I was getting my coffee condiments. I knew they were not interested in me. I could tell. But they were nice to look at and pretty, happy, laughing young women are always a delight to watch even on a purely nonsexual basis.
However, I didn’t want to stare at them so I placed my gaze literally on their table a foot or so away from any of them (on one far end of the table). If you looked at me, it would seem as if I were looking at something on the table. I did this because I did not want to look at those young women directly.
I often look at a table, the wall, the sky, something across the street, etc. when I want to view some people. That way you get a panorama view of everyone in the area, but you are not looking directly at anyone. You can’t see people as well as when you focus on them, but you still get a good overall view. You’re only staring at someone if you are looking directly at them. You’re never staring at someone if you are looking at a wall, a table, or the sky.
So I thought that they busted me. But that was a week or so ago, and they would have had to have complained that day. So that pretty much didn’t make sense. Because they needed someone to complain about, they had to have complained about me when I was in the store at the time of the offense. If they complained later, they would not be able to describe who I was.
Since action would have probably taken place immediately on receiving the complaint, it had to be recent. Very recent. I didn’t think they would wait even one day to inform me of the ban. The ban probably went into place upon immediate receipt of the ban. So I zeroed in on yesterday, as that was the last time I was in the store.
What had happened yesterday? I think I had a casual conversation with a couple of young women. I had had this conversation with them about a fire in the area because there was smoke everywhere. Now I had to figure out when the fire was.
Bingo! Turns out it was yesterday. So yesterday is when I talked to the young women about the fire. They must have complained about me as soon as I left the store, otherwise employees would not have known who they were talking about.
So that was it. The fire conversation.
Here is literally what happened. I am
Two young women, maybe 18, standing in back of me in line. We exchange looks a few times. I move over towards one and say”
Me: “Looks there is a fire somewhere. There’s smoke in the air. Doesn’t that look like smoke?”
She is extremely friendly as I talk.
She nods her head.
Her: “Yes, it does look like smoke.”
I go back and order. I get done with my order, and as I am putting my stuff away, I wave the women to come over and order anyway even though I am still at the counter. Note that this is an extremely, almost over the top, polite thing to do and a lot of people don’t do it. So my behavior was not just polite but extremely polite. I always do this as I am extremely polite and don’t like to make people wait.
One of them hesitates as if to say are you sure we can come up now?
I nod my head of course. She comes and orders. Orders a frappuchino. An iced drink. I say,
Me: “Cold drink on today? Today’s too cold for a cold drink.”
Her: “I always order a cold drink no matter what the weather is like.”
They leave somehow before I am done putting my stuff away.
I go over to the condiments counter and put stuff in my coffee. I look over at the young women a few times, as they are to my right maybe 15 feet away. They don’t return my glances for whatever reason, but this is something that happens to me constantly, as in every single day, so I think nothing of it.
Then I think. I should go over and inform the young women that I know the source of the fire. I walk over 15 feet to their table. They both turn around. I point to the smoke outside.
Me: “There’s a fire in Sacramento. That’s what all the smoke is, apparently.”
They both nod their heads as if they appreciate this information that adds to our previous conversation.
Her: “Ah, yes.”
…as if this information is interesting to her, as it explains the smoke. They are both extremely friendly. After I say one sentence, I immediately turn and walk away since I am not getting any IOI from these young women.
I will walk over to someone’s table and talk to them, but if I get no IOI or indication that they want me to stick around and talk them, I usually just turn tail and walk away. Basically because I don’t want them to think I am trying to pick up on them.
I am actually very shy, reserved, and conservative, believe it or not. I am also a hardcore introvert with all of the guilt and extreme conscience that goes along with that.
I am also analyzing my behavior all the time to see how it is going over. In particular, I am very paranoid of #metoo and sexual assault crap, so whenever I am talking to women, especially young women, I am always trying to see if I get an IOI.
If no IOI, I don’t flirt, come onto them, try to pick up on them, try to get their numbers, or ask them out. Also I figure that means that they are not interested in me sexually, so I pretty much shut down my sexual interest too to the extent that that is possible.
For a few years now, I pretty much get zero IOI’s anywhere I go, especially from young women, so for quite some time now, I never flirt, come onto, or try to pick up on women, and I never try to get their numbers or ask them out. I am the ultimate shy, inoffensive man with no sexual interest in women who never flirts, comes onto women, or asks them out or for their numbers.
I ask you all to look at the conversation above and see if there is any sexual harassment going on. As you can see, I am literally talking about the weather! Talking about the weather is the ultimate inoffensive conversation. But I guess you can’t even do that anymore because so many women are such cunts nowadays that if you try to talk to the weather with them, that literally constitutes sexual harassment.
I guess these women think any conversation at all from an undesired man is sexual harassment. I guess it’s sexual harassment to say:
“Nice weather we are having, eh?”
“Rainy enough for you?”
“Brr, I’m cold. Is it cold out there or what?”
If the woman thinks the man is not attractive or desirable.
So now, incredibly, sexual harassment doesn’t even have to have anything to do with sex! It can have zero sexual content whatsoever. If you try to talk to some woman about anything on Earth, and she does not want you talking to her, that’s somehow sexual harassment!
This is incredible, and it’s also very bizarre. Any woman can get any man banned from anywhere at any time. All she has to say is, “That man was harassing us.” Does she need to provide details? Of course not.
The mere fact that he was talking to them at all constitutes sexual harassment! Does she need to say what he said or did, specifically in a sexual tone or sense, that qualifies the behavior as sexual harassment? Of course not!
The conversation and behavior can be 100% nonsexual, and now apparently even completely nonsexual words and behavior now constitutes sexual harassment.
Sexual harassment is literally any time any woman feels bothered, annoyed, or made to feel uncomfortable by any man anywhere for any reason no matter what he said or did! Make a woman feel uncomfortable and it’s harassment!
How are we supposed to know if our words or behavior are making a woman uncomfortable? There’s no way to tell! What might be fine with one woman might be serious harassment to another.
Is there any way to tell while you are interacting with a woman that you are making her feel uncomfortable? Of course not! These two women are all smiles and pleasantness.
Usually when a woman doesn’t want to talk to you, she gives off those vibes. There are literally a million verbal and nonverbal ways to do this, I’ve seen them all, and I know them very well. Here I had a conversation with two young women, and they smiled, laughed, and thanked me for the words and gave off the impression of a consensual conversation in which both parties were consenting enthusiastically of their own free will.
I really need to know what in God’s name I did wrong. Except maybe that at my age, I am forbidden to talk to any young woman anywhere for any reason because I can only make them uncomfortable. I’ve actually been thinking just that for some time now because those are the vibes I often get.
I’m not going to shut down and stop talking to other humans no matter what fucked up attitudes they have. If they don’t want to talk to me, they can make that clear, and I will end the conversation and take off.
But this idea that for some reason, I am so old, ugly, undesirable, or creepy now solely because of my age that I am not allowed to converse with 50% of the population is absurd. I’m going to rebel against that. I only have one life here, and I intend to enjoy it. Telling me I’m not allowed to talk to half the human race anymore pisses me off. I don’t care if that’s the message of humanity. I’m going to break that fucking rule whether people like it or not.
Final message to all feminists:
Burn in Hell, cunts!