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The Hatred Of Women Being More Prevalent Than I Thought

A couple of days ago, I wrote a blog post titled “My Take On MGTOW, Men Going Their Own Way”.  Fortunately, I remember what it was like living in Idaho, where I had women friends, some nice girlfriends, and some prospective girlfriends.  These women were nice, fun, funny, reasonable, and helpful.  I am not claiming that all women are worthless.

I wrote that working and living in western North Dakota, the MGTOW way of life has been forced upon me.  Because there is a shortage of women in western North Dakota, and a scarcity of attractive women, the women who are here do not care about their appearance, and they are mean, hostile, unfriendly, glaring, scowling, and sneering.  I suppose that the women here act this way, because they think that they can get away with it.

I want to share a video today, that shows a type of video that is becoming very, very common, where men all over the World are finally coming to the point where they want to honestly and blatantly tell women once and for all:  That men are done supporting women, that men are done giving their money away to women, that women can begin doing everything for themselves, that women can expect no more free help from men, the only thing that men ever wanted from women anyway was sex, but the cost of the problems of women is just too high and not worth it.


Women Are So Sneaky, But That’s O.K.

What I am going to write about, is one of the funniest things that I have seen recently.  Women are always jumping on me, for writing about women who I see or meet, accusing me of being a stalker.  But I have known for a long time, that women are way sneakier and snoopier than men.

On Memorial Day, I went to the West River Community Center.  I parked my vehicle in the parking lot, and a young lady driving a vehicle with a license plate from an oil producing state, drove past me.  I was vaguely aware of what kind of vehicle she was driving, but what I thought was funny, was that I did not think that she was a house wife, I got the impression that she worked for an oil company and she got sent up here to Dickinson.

It was funny to me, because I was thinking that an oil company sending her here to Dickinson, was kind of a mean trick on her.  I believe that she had probably figured that out in a matter of days after arriving here in Dickinson.

I wanted a day pass at the West River Community Center, and I printed my full name on the guest sign in sheet at the front desk.  Then I went to the weight area of the gym.  I was only paying a little attention to what women were in the gym.

Today, Tuesday, I was at home looking on my Facebook page for “People You May Know”.  The “People You May Know”, are usually people who are “Facebook Friends” of people who are already your “Facebook Friends”.  However, some of the people who show up on Facebook as “People You May Know”, who are not “Facebook Friends” of people you already know, are people who have recently viewed your profile.

So, here on Facebook under my “People You May Know” today, was a young lady that I do not know.  And, she was not a “Facebook Friend” of someone that I already know.  She was young and fairly attractive.  So I looked at her profile, she is a particular kind of engineer, from an oil producing state far away from here, who recently began working for a particular oil company here in Dickinson.

Then I realized what had happened, and who this was.  On Memorial Day when I got out of my vehicle in the West River Community Center parking lot, I was wearing a particular oil company T-shirt, with the oil company logo in very big letters on the front of my shirt.  A young lady driving a vehicle from an oil producing state far away from here, drove past me in the parking lot, and I thought that an oil company must have sent her here, because she was a long way from home.

It turns out, that this young lady is an engineer working for the oil company whose logo was on my T-shirt in big letters.  She came into the gym right behind me, she saw me printing my name on the sign in sheet, she read my name off of the sign in sheet, and she used my name to perform an internet search or a Facebook search for me.  Now, I remembered her and recognized her.

In order to be completely clear for the women readers who find fault with everything that I write, this young lady who showed up in my “People You May Know” today, she is not from Dickinson, she is not friends with anyone that I know, and she showed up in my “People You May Know” list because she recently viewed my profile.  Why would she view my profile, I don’t know her, how did she get my name?  She got my full name from the guest sign in sheet, and she wanted to look me up because I was wearing an oil company shirt, of the company where she had been recently hired to work in Dickinson.  Once a few of these things dawned on me, I then remembered her as the young lady that I had seen at the WRCC.

I don’t mind that she read my name from the guest sign in sheet and looked me up on the internet.  She was just curious, this is not illegal, or unethical in my opinion.  Engineers try to take whatever little information they can get, and use it to find out what is going on.  I don’t mind, however, if I did this to a woman, I would be banned from the West River Community Center, the police would be called, and the police would likely try to find something to charge me with criminally, such as stalking, even though this is not illegal.  I would be in all kinds of trouble.

I will send her a polite message on Facebook.  I expect that she will not respond, or block me from viewing her profile again.  That will be O.K. with me, but I want to try to be hospitable or gracious anyway, in case she does want to talk to me.

These Two Men Are More Feminine Than Women In Dickinson, North Dakota

Below, I am going to show you two short YouTube videos of two very attractive young women.  They are both young, healthy, thin, good looking, feminine, well spoken, reasonable, and logical.  The only problem is, they are both male.

These two men, at a point in their lives after puberty, began to believe that they would prefer to be women.  After they had made up their mind that they wanted to be women, they began growing their hair long, growing their finger nails longer and painting their nails, applying make up to their face, and dressing in women’s clothing.

They had to learn how to speak like women, and behave like women.  They began to learn and practice female mannerisms and movements.  They had to learn to become feminine in every way.

Here is the point of this blog post, these men made an effort to be feminine, soft, appealing, and attractive, to the point that they are more attractive and desirable than about 95% of the women in Dickinson, North Dakota.

In other words, with some effort, these two men are way hotter than 95% of the women in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I think that this kind of proves that there is something wrong with the women in Dickinson, North Dakota, that men from elsewhere are hotter than the women in Dickinson.

This first man, is more of a coquettish type woman:

This second man, is more of a sophisticated woman:

I am sure many readers would like to comment, “Hey, go for it, he/she is all yours…ha, ha, ha.”  Joking aside, 100% of the men in Dickinson would like to date these two women.  And, if they found out that these two women were actually men, about 50% of the men in Dickinson would still date them, because they are so desirous of the company of women like this.

I would like to have a girlfriend like these two women, or date these two women, if they were women, because they do act so appealing.  Women in Dickinson could learn a tremendous amount from these two men.  Why don’t the women in Dickinson know how to put themselves together like these two men?

Thwarted Romance In Dickinson, North Dakota

This past week I was at a bar, restaurant, gathering, or event in Dickinson, where I met more than several women.  In order to tell this story, I have to be vague about who, what, when, and where.

The first group of women that were talking to me, were a little bit younger than me, fairly attractive, outgoing, positive, and kind of wild.  They were talking to me and playing with me just to be nice and friendly.  But, one of these three women came back by herself, and she wanted to talk to me some more.  I will call her “Karen”, though that is not her real name.

As Karen started to like me more and more as we were talking, she stood beside me, and was pressing into me, so that I could not help but look down at her bare tan shoulders and breasts.  I was noticing that she had no tan lines.  Then I noticed that she had a pierced tongue, and she said, “Yes, everything is pierced.”

Karen had told me a lot about herself, and what she and her husband did for a living.  I am 48 years old, and I know how married women become bored, and irritated with their husbands for any one of a thousand possible reasons.  I didn’t have to ask about that, women are always mad at their husbands for something.

In this particular instance, Karen’s husband not being there with her, was his crime, and reason enough for her to go astray.  The only obstacle, was that every single person there, knew that she was married.  She was spending so much time up close with me, it was obvious to everyone that she was drunk and horny, but none of her male friends or female friends tried to stop her or come and get her.  I thought that she would end up coming home with me, or me with her.

(Reminder, this is Dickinson, North Dakota, where the ratio of men to women is 3:1, and there is a scarcity of attractive women.  The Dickinson Police will absolutely not allow prostitution, so if you want to be with an attractive woman, you have to borrow someone else’s wife.)

Karen was not ready to leave yet, it was still early.  She wanted to drink more, and she proceeded to do so.  All the better for me, I thought.

Then, somebody else’s wife came over to me and started talking to me.  I will call her “Laurie”, though that is not her real name.  Laurie was even more mad at her husband than Karen was.  Laurie was not drunk, just mad.  As Laurie started talking with me, she began to like me even more than Karen did.

I was happy to talk to some woman who liked me, who wasn’t drunk.  Laurie began to push up against me, and I could not help but notice what nice tan breasts she had.  Everyone there knew that Laurie was married, but none of her male friends or female friends tried to stop her, or come and get her.

Then Karen came over, Karen and Laurie knew each other.  Karen was much more drunk by then, and Laurie was not completely nice to Karen, kind of trying to get Karen to go away, which she did.  Laurie’s husband was supposedly in the immediate vicinity, whereas Karen’s husband was at least sixty miles away.

It would have been better for me to go home with Karen, because Karen’s husband was much farther away, and Karen was drunk.  However, Karen soon became so drunk, that having sex with her would have been illegal.  If I would not have been talking to Laurie, I could have gotten Karen to leave sooner.  It may have been Laurie talking to me for so long, that made Karen decide to go ahead and get too drunk to have sex.

Laurie came back over to talk to me again, complaining to me that her husband was a drunken mess.  I saw her husband finally, he was the biggest, tallest, most muscular guy there.  I thought to myself, “Jesus Christ you crazy woman, what are you trying to do, get me killed.”  Her husband was about four or five inches taller than me, and about fifty pounds heavier than me, and he looked like a bully and a thug.  And his wife has been talking to me and rubbing up against me for quite a while.

I had thought for sure that I was going home with an attractive, drunk, horny woman, but now instead it looked like I was going to get beat up.  I thought, “Man, I just want to go home now.”  It would be O.K. with me if I never saw these people again.

Answering A Reader’s Questions About How I Date Women In Dickinson, North Dakota

A reader named “Cheryl”, a.k.a. ndgirlone, posted a comment to my blog post “Women In Dickinson, North Dakota”, where she asked about how I date women.  To answer Cheryl’s question, for one thing, I give each girl/woman that I like the following Application For Relationship:

Application For Relationship

Please complete the following application.  Please answer all questions.  Please print clearly.  Incomplete or illegible applications will not be considered.

First Name:______________________  Last Name:__________________

Phone Number:___________________  Date of Birth:_________________

Current Address:______________________________________________

Height:_________________  Weight:____________  Race:_____________

Do you have Children:________  How many:_______  Do they live with you:____

Do you want Children:________  When:________________  How many:______

Current Occupation:_________________________

High School years completed:________________  Did you graduate:__________

Name of College or University attended:________________________________

Years at College or University:___________  Degree Awarded:_______________

Do you have any Diseases:__________________________________________

Do you have any Medical Condition:___________________________________

Do you have any Mental Condition:____________________________________

Do you Smoke:__________  How often:___________________

Do you use Drugs:______________________________________________

Are you Currently Married:_____________

Have you ever been Married:____________  How many times:______________

List activities, hobbies, and interests:_________________________________




Tell why you think that you would be a good person to date:_________________




Note:  You will be considered on a number of different factors.  For instance, a not very high education level can be compensated for by a good personality and disposition.

I always have blank Applications For Relationship in my vehicles.  For women that are working when they are dealing with you, like police officers, doctors, and nurses, you can give them an application so that they can fill it out later, and you don’t have to ask them a lot of questions while they are dealing with you.

When you are at a restaurant or a gym, it is better to hand women the application when you are on your way out, instead of when you first get there.

When you receive the completed application back, you can go and look them up on the internet to do a more thorough background check.

I Want To Beat The Chamber of Commerce In Dickinson, North Dakota

I want to beat the Chamber of Commerce in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I want to get to you, before they do.  I want to tell you the truth, rather than have you listen to lies and bullshit.

The individuals in the Dickinson Chamber of Commerce may not be bad people, but they have a job to do, and that job is to lie to you about Dickinson.

When I first wrote this blog post in November of 2015, the housing prices in Dickinson were very, very high.  Extremely high.  This was the result of greed, lack of human decency, and stupidity.  There was this lie going around that everybody in the oil field was making $100,000 per year.  In the five years that I have lived in Dickinson, I have only ever met three people who made over $100,000 per year in the oil field.

The Oil Boom was over in western North Dakota by the end of 2015, due to the price of oil falling from over $100 per barrel down to $40 per barrel.  Many oil field jobs went away, and many out of state workers returned to the states where they came from.  Once the apartments, manufactured home parks, and trailer parks in Dickinson became less than half occupied, the rents throughout Dickinson dropped greatly.

During the Oil Boom, the people in Dickinson were not friendly, not helpful, and not cooperative.  Now that the Oil Boom is over, the people in Dickinson are even meaner, in part due to increased competition for fewer jobs, and also because they want people to leave Dickinson.

The people in Dickinson dislike people who are from someplace else, and they also dislike each other.  Anything you say to people in Dickinson, will probably make them dislike you more.  If you arrive in Dickinson now, you are better off staying away from people.  Remain in your hotel, or your home, there isn’t anything to do or anywhere to go anyway, and you will likely be followed and stopped by the Dickinson Police.

There is a shortage of women in Dickinson, and a lack of attractive women.  The ratio of men to women in Dickinson is probably 3:1.  The Dickinson Police Department try as hard as they can to not allow prostitution in Dickinson, though it is needed.  The Dickinson Police create fake advertisement for women wanting to have sex, and then arrest people when they show up.

You can not safely go out to bars or restaurants in Dickinson at night, because the Dickinson Police try as hard as they can to arrest people for DUI.  In Dickinson, the Police are so eager to arrest people for DUI or other charges, that they will follow you and stop you for any reason that they can think of.  The Police try to encourage people to leave Dickinson.

In Dickinson, all of the restaurants have employees and servers that don’t like their jobs.  All of the restaurant employees think that everyone else is making over $100,000 per year, and they aren’t, and they are mad about it.  The servers are disappointed and can’t understand why people don’t spend $50 per meal and leave them a $20 tip, like they all heard about.  How are they ever going to make $300 a night at Applebees like they planned?

There is not a lot to do in Dickinson.  It is cold and grey from about October through April, at least seven months of cold weather.

The oil field work has been reduced by about 80% over the past several years.  Most of the oil field workers who lost their jobs went back to the states where they came from because housing prices were so high here, the people are unfriendly, there is a shortage of women, you can’t go out to bars or restaurants at night, the restaurants have terrible service, there is not a lot to do, the Police encourage people to leave Dickinson, and it is cold for at least seven months of the year.

The people in Dickinson, and the employers in Dickinson, hate people with an education.  The employers in Dickinson would much rather hire someone with several felony convictions, than someone with a college degree.  In Dickinson, your supervisors and co-workers will be people convicted of robbery, theft, assault, and drug charges.  Perform a Google search and look up your company owners, managers, and personnel on www.ndcourts.gov/publicsearch/default.html before you accept a job with a company in Dickinson.

What do I want?  I want the truth to be known.  I had thought that Dickinson could change, but once the Oil Boom was over, the local people in Dickinson became ever meaner.  I had not realized that the local people in Dickinson were on their best behavior during the Oil Boom.  All I can do now is warn people what Dickinson is like.

Meeting Miss Rodeo North Dakota, Codi Miller

I have written a lot about the shortage of women, and the lack of attractive women in Dickinson, North Dakota, but today I will write about meeting Miss Rodeo North Dakota, Codi Miller in 2014.  I don’t want to say exactly where, and how I met her, because I like her and want to protect her.

I was out in a remote area, when I saw an attractive young lady.  I thought she was a little plain, because she was wearing no make up, a T-shirt and jeans, but I liked her.  When I spoke to her, I did not know if she was out of high school.  I was careful in speaking to her because I thought that she was possibly still in high school, inexperienced, innocent, naïve.  She did seem very sweet and innocent.

As I looked at her behind her eye glasses, and listened to her talk, I realized that she was not plain, she actually had almost model like beauty.  At the same time she was telling me that she was from Amidon, and that there were only about forty kids in her entire school growing up, I was thinking to myself, “My God, she doesn’t even know that she is beautiful, she doesn’t know, nobody ever told her.”

I asked her about herself, what she liked to do.  I found out that she had graduated from college.  I was beginning to feel like a dumb ass, because I had mistakenly believed that she was so young, completely innocent, and naïve.

After I had asked her some more questions, I realized that she was Miss Rodeo North Dakota.  Then I felt like a complete dumbass.  I had fooled myself, and she let me.  I did not let on that my mind was having to completely re-orient, I was dumbfounded.  Codi had a slight smirk.  Though Codi was enjoying the joke of me mistakenly thinking that she was a simple country mouse, and I was confused, my mind and thoughts quickly began to process that her being in her early twenties and Miss Rodeo was potentially  better for me.

As I was talking to her to find out what kinds of things she liked to do, I was planning on asking her out on a date, I was looking forward to taking her out.  I was much older than her, but she did not seem to care, she was talking to me.  As we were talking, she lay on her back, continuing to talk to me, we were alone.

Sometimes, I thought that it would be nice to be on a deserted island with an attractive actress or model.  It would be possible to get along, without her having to worry about what other people thought, without her worrying if I was up to her standards, or without her worrying if I was successful enough.  These things wouldn’t matter on a deserted island.  This is how it was with Miss Rodeo North Dakota, we were getting along fine, I wished that it would never end.  But someone drove up to us after about fifteen minutes, and she had to go.

I said to her,”You are like two completely different people.”  She said, “I know, sometimes I’m Rodeo Codi, and sometimes I’m just plain Codi.”

When I got home, I looked her up on the internet.  I saw many of her pageant photographs, where she looked stunning.  I saw her swimsuit photographs, and I saw that she had a perfect body.  In person, when she was wearing a T-shirt, I had not realized that she had such nice large breasts.  I had no way of knowing that she had a tight, flat stomach, perfect bottom, perfect legs.  I was very impressed with her photographs, but I felt a little worse.  It seemed that she was too glamorous for me, out of reach, not obtainable.  I was happier when she was just being herself, just plain Codi, I thought that we could date.

I wrote her a couple of letters, trying not to say much of anything, especially not saying that I liked her and wanted to see her again, just trying to be funny.  I offered to send her some opossums, but she didn’t write back, maybe she didn’t want any opossums.

How this relates to my blog, I have to say that I have met a few attractive women in Dickinson, but they are scarce.  The Miss Rodeo North Dakota that I met looked beautiful and glamorous in her modelling photographs, she was attractive in just jeans and a T-shirt in-person.  She was friendly, funny, entertaining, and easy to talk to in-person.