Fellas, are you ready to fight back? Revenge of the nerds?

Fellas, are you ready to fight back? Revenge of the nerds?

Fellas, it's time to fight back!

This isn't in anyway directed at nerds, it's really for all guys. But if you're a guy who's tall, has half a brain, is slim and maybe even has an impressive "package," you don't need to read any of this. The girls will already flock to you and you can treat them like paper Dixie cups, and they'll still keep coming back for more. But if you're just as average as I am, you should learn a few tricks of the trade. I'm not writing this to impress you, because I really don't give a shit all that much. My inspiration to write this came from a conversation with a guy about my thread on nice girls hating sluts.

This isn't going to address that thread, but I just wanted you to know where the inspiration came from. So here goes:

I used to listen to a guy on the radio talk about how all women are "attention whores." I know that's a harsh term, but then so is "slut," and "nice" girls have no problem throwing that term out there. He called them "energy vampires," as well. He basically told guys to stop giving attention (energy) to women who haven't earned it. So stop being schmucks and pull your heads out of your collective Kiesters.

I once asked a question on here asking if guys paid the full tab on dates, and if they bought random women drinks at bars in order to win them over. What do you think the responses were? 98 percent of the women claimed they always pay their own way, and the guys said the same thing. All the guys said that they've never bought drinks for women, and that they've always made the ladies pay their own share. Really? If you believe that crap I have some extra carbon credits to sell you.

How many times have you heard women bragging to each other on how when they go to the bar they never have to buy their own drinks? Women actually think they deserve to be freeloaders, because they look hot. And if you ask them to buy their own drinks, you're now suddenly a complete loser.

Well, pals, you can empty your wallets on her if you want to, but at the end of night, she's going home with that stud that probably didn't even have to pay for his own drinks, let alone, hers.
And do you think when those girls jump in the taxi with those studs that they just met that will soon be between their legs, that they will be admiring YOU for providing the free booze? Hell no! They're all laughing at you. (Wouldn't it be nice to be able to go out to a bar and not have to shell out a dime for yourself?) I wouldn't know, because I don't have a vagina.

I know some of the dimmer bulbs on here will say that I'm angry. Well, I am. I'm not angry at women, because if these freeloaders can dupe dorks like you into buying them drinks, then my hat's off to them. (And yes I've been one of those said dorks)

I'm not telling you guys that this advice will get you laid, but I'm telling you to stop being losers like I was.

So once I learned a lot about this whole energy thing, and I began testing it.


The following is a true story:

(A honey walks up to the bar and sits next to me)

Honey: So, do you want to buy me a drink?
Me: I'm terrible with names, but I'm pretty good with faces. Do I know you?
Honey: No, we've never met.
Me: Well then, I'm confused.
Honey: I just thought you'd like to buy me a drink.
Me: (With a shit-eating grin on my face) Did one of my buddies put you up to this?
Honey: No, why?
Me: Then I don't really get it.
Honey: Well, a lot of guys like to buy girls drinks.
Me: Really?
Honey: Yes, of course.
Me: Why?
Honey: I don't know, they just like to. You've never heard of that?
Me: Well, yeah, I mean I've seen it in movies, but do guys really do that in real life?
Honey: Well, yeah.
Me: You're shitting me! Guys are really that fucking stupid?
Honey: Well, I don't really think they're stupid, I just think it's kind of nice.
Me: Well I bet you do! Do you think these dumb-shits will buy me free drinks?
Honey: Probably not. Look, I can see you're not interested, so I'll just go.
Me: Not interested in what?
Honey: Buying me a drink. I need to go now.
Me: Hey, look, if you're hurting for money, I can probably spot you a couple bucks.
Honey: I have plenty of money! I have a great job!
Me: And yet you're still asking for free drinks? Wow! That shit's just crazy. Why don't you buy me a drink?
Honey: Fine, maybe I will. What do you want?
Me: Well, if you're buying, how's about a double Greyhound.
Honey: Fine, whatever. I can't believe I'm doing this.

After her act of kindness, I bought her a couple of rounds. We had a great conversation and ended up going to another place for pizza. And yes, for once, I got to be the lucky guy between those amazing legs that night.

So is this magic? No, but what do you have to lose. You wouldn't buy a random guys a drinks. So why in the hell are you being the pussy who's buying random girls drinks? Save your money for someone who deserves it.

I told my friend about how this experiment worked and he was blown away. So we concocted a another plan and drove to a stripper bar in Canada. (In Canada you can buy beer and the girls take it ALL off)

We sat front and center, next to the stage, and the plan was to not notice the sexy girls on stage. We didn't notice them, because we were engaging in an intense and imaginary conversation. My friend was shocked at the effect this had on the girls. Just imagine; Two of the sexiest girls you ever saw, with nothing on, and they couldn't get our attention. It was a round stage and there was seating all around the circle. We were the ONLY two guys not handing them money, and yet they focused on us! At one point, one of the sweet-thangs was sitting in front of us with her legs spread wide, and her sweet slice just a few feet from our faces. At that point we acknowledged that she had earned our precious attention. So we both looked up at her, smiled, and gave her our undivided attention. Why not, she earned it. Once she got her reward of our handsome smiles, she promptly left us and went back to the dorks handing out the dough. So then we went back to not not looking at them, and within minutes one of them was back with her shaved kitty in our face.

Am I lying to you about this? Maybe. Is this all a bunch of shit? Maybe.


Sexy Sandy: Hey Todd, what are you doing on Saturday?
Nerd Todd: Um, well, nothing, really.
Sexy Sandy: You want to come over to my place?
Nerd Todd: Really? Fuck yes! But why?
Sexy Sandy: I'm throwing a big party next month, and I want to get my living room painted.
Nerd Todd: Oh, OK. Who all's going to be there painting?
Sexy Sandy: Just you, silly! (giggle)
Nerd Todd: You're not going to be there?
Sexy Sandy: No you goof, I hate painting.
Nerd Todd: Where will you be?
Sexy Sandy: Remember Anthony?
Nerd Todd: No
Sexy Sandy: Remember that night I called you at 2:00 am? You came and picked us up at the club because we were all drunk?
Nerd Todd: Oh, yeah, that guy?
Sexy Sandy: Yeah. It's his birthday on Saturday, so Shelly and I are going to go over and having a threesome with him.
Nerd Todd: Oh.
Sexy Sandy: Listen, Todd, I love you so much for this. You're so amazing. I don't know what I'd do without you. *Kisses.*

You would be a complete fool for believing what I just revealed to you. You would even be a bigger fool for not giving it a try.

Love you guys

Bros before hoes :)

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