Poll : Your woman cheats on you. You punch :

[taiyuu_otoko]

this reminds me of a line from a Bloodhound Gang song:

"Like Jim Jones I'll take you out with one punch..."

 

[aleste82]

Seriously guys, do you even approach ?

Cause if you do, from time to time you'll have some big guy taping your shoulder "wadda ya want from my girl ?"
He is mate-guarding, and guess what, mate-guarding works.
You can try to AMOG him all you want like Tyler said, but not all cities are fagg*t cities, and you'll end beaten by the boyfriend, the boyfriend's friends, the club personel and the girl herself (at the end).

Dangerous guys don't get cucked. John Travolta didn't gave Uma Thurman a foot massage, because of Marcellus Wallace.

It is time to leave the "let's please the female limbic system" frame, and enter the "let's fully use the male limbic system" frame.

 

[wifehunter]

Like hitting someone will solve the problem.

Children, please!

 

[aleste82]

Like hitting someone will solve the problem. Children please

It has, and always will. Your are child watching Care Bears on TV, I am the child fighting in the school yard. I exist !

 

[glass half full]

If anything, you punch: Yourself, for failure to vet properly or your inability to be her best sexual option.

A relationship is an agreement between two people--no third party is obligated to honor that arrangement. If your gf is hot & you decide to fight every 'fvcker that tries to steal what's yours (lol)' you'll be fighting A LOT. Getting mad at the girl is pointless--she already cheated, she doesn't exist.

If anything, if I met the guy a gf cheated with I'd buy him a beer for saving me some time & potential financial loss & try to befriend him--because chances are he's a cool guy with a little bit of game and is a lot like you in a lot of ways. As long as he doesn't fall in love with your girl, chances are he'll be a good wingman.

Learn from it, but don't beat yourself up for it. That is not being positive or productive.

 

[R.U.G.]

When they ask for an open relationship/marriage or cheat, you kick them to the curb. Zero tolerance policy.

 

[aleste82]

Troll, or Virgin, or Woman.

Anything out of your grasp is a troll ? Common reaction from a commoner. Here is a real life example of approaching, mate guarding, perception of threat and violence.

I’m at the local pub on a Friday, and a guy walks in with two girls dressed for the club scene. One girl is a bit chubby and totally forgettable. The other, his girlfriend, is a solid 9, full slut uniform, hair, makeup, tight stretch black dress barely covering her ass. At several times during the night, as she’s walking around the bar or dancing, her dress rides up, revealing a juicy crescent of ripe cheek for a few moments before she pulls it back down. All the guys in the bar are staring at her, waiting for the next wardrobe malfunction.
At one point, the group I’m with is sitting at the table next to theirs, and I overhear her say, “I can get any guy in this bar to buy me a drink.” Her boyfriend and the other chic are doubting her, so she calls over to our table, “I need a drink, who wants to get me one?” The guys at my table are staring at her, not sure how to react, the girls looking like they want to set her on fire and feed her ashes to dogs. I chime in first, “Depends. What are you drinking?”
“Ginger snap.”
“Aw, a foofy drink. We should do shots. I’m thinking tequila.”
She looks surprised, and mildly intrigued.
“No, I want a ginger snap.” She’s testing me.
We go back a forth a bit but she won’t come off the ginger snap, so I turn back to my table and start chatting.
I glance over and her friends are looking at her like “ha-ha told you so”, and she’s looking disappointed. She sees me looking over, so she tries again. “So you’re not gonna buy me a drink?”
I stand up, walk over, stand close to her looking down, take her by the hand, and say, “Let’s go to the bar and pick something out.”
Her eyes light up like she’s been hit by lighting. She gets up, takes me arm-in-arm, pulling me close so my arm is pressed against the side of her tit, and we start walking to the bar.
I’m thinking I don’t really want to get into a fight with her boyfriend and get kicked out of my favorite pub, so I pull away a little. She looks me in the eye with a mischievous twinkle, pulls me back in, and starts rubbing my arm against the side of her tit.
At this point I’m wondering whether this girl has any boundaries, and thinking mischievously myself about how to test them. We get to the bar and she still has my arm locked against her tit. As we’re waiting for the bartender, we banter back and forth about what drink I’m getting her, with me teasing her about her wimpy girly drinks. I pull my arm free and move it to her lower back and stroke it slowly. She turns to me, presses her tits into me and puts her hand on my chest. At this point I’m in the bubble and completely forgetting about the boyfriend. I imagine he must have been seething back at the table watching our little scene.
I think maybe my stroking gets her dress to misbehaving again, and she reaches down and starts pulling it back into place, commenting about how she keeps flashing everyone. I snicker and tell her she’s got a great ass, and that all the guys in the bar have been staring at it all night. I give a couple gentle tugs on the back of her dress and say, “Why don’t you give ‘em all a show?” She gives me a naughty girl look, and says, “Go for it.” I pull slowly on the back of her dress. I can feel it coming up, but I have no idea how much, because I’m eye locked with her, and she’s staring back with a look like she wants me to throw her across the bar and ravage. Then she giggles and says, “Not that far,” and starts pulling her dress back down. That’s when the forgotten boyfriend shows up.
He pushes us apart, turns to me and yells “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!”
Part of my brain is telling me to get ready for a fight and start thinking about how to calm him down, but I can’t help just laughing. Then the girl shouts, “Leave us alone!” She starts trying to claw her way past him to get back to me. He turns to her, pushes her back, and yells, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!”
“Go away! He’s buying me a drink!” They’re in a little wrestling match as she’s still trying to wriggle around him and he’s holding her back.
I figure this is my chance to exit stage left before things get ugly, so I retreat to the bathroom. I take a piss, then I’m washing my hands as he storms in. “Dude, that was so uncool!” I back up, ready for a fight. I look at him for a moment and decide he’s not gonna fight over it. So I do a weak mea culpa, calm him down, and he leaves.
When I get back to the table a WK friend of mine hits me with “That was just so wrong, you shouldn’t have done that.”
So I say “She asked me to.” I tell the story of what we said at the bar, and we all have a good laugh about it. I can feel the stares of the two of them boring into me. When I glance over, I see them looking at me, him with daggers, her with tingles. They pay their bill and leave, so no chance to seal the deal.

https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2018/02/20/exhibitionists-end/

 

[DEEZEDBRAH]

I next her. The dude you should buy a drink for weeding out a disgusting ***** form your life.

 

[aleste82]

4. is what has been the norm for millenia, something you seem to have bitterly forgotten. Deep down inside you know I am right, you just don't allow yourself to inspect this option, because what you call stupid is simply more difficult, and more dangerous. So what ? Do you expect to live forever ?

Let a bit of science open your eyes...

When Violence Pays: A Cost-Benefit Analysis of Aggressive Behavior in Animals and Humans
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3859192/

"An optimization analysis of human behavior from a comparative perspective can improve our understanding of the adaptiveness of human nature. Intra-specific competition for resources provides the main selective pressure for the evolution of violent aggression toward conspecifics, and variation in the fitness benefits and costs of aggression can account for inter-specific and inter-individual differences in aggressiveness. When aggression reflects competition for resources, its benefits vary in relation to the characteristics of the resources (their intrinsic value, abundance, spatial distribution, and controllability) while its costs vary in relation to the characteristics of organisms and how they fight (which, in turn, affects the extent to which aggression entails risk of physical injury or death, energetic depletion, exposure to predation, psychological and physiological stress, or damage to social relationships). Humans are a highly aggressive species in comparison to other animals, probably as a result of an unusually high benefit-to-cost ratio for intra-specific aggression. This conclusion is supported by frequent and widespread occurrence of male-male coalitionary killing and by male-female sexual coercion. Sex differences in violent aggression in humans and other species probably evolved by sexual selection and reflect different optimal competitive strategies for males and females."

The Behavioral Ecology of Male Violence
http://quillette.com/2018/02/24/behavioral-ecology-male-violence/
“Aggressive competition for access to mates is much
more beneficial for human males than for females…”

Don't let the general f@ggotery of the tertiary leftoïds and their laws fool you, men are born to fight for, and not to "next", bitches.

 

[DEEZEDBRAH]

Not that many options, really.

1. Dump her
2. Plate her
3. Pimp her out
4. Fight over her

Op is arguing (poorly) for 4, but doesn't seem to understand the stupidity of it. Probably because he hasn't had other smarter guys (father, grandfather, uncles) telling him.

If someone here ****ed my girl, my teenage self would beat the **** out of said male. At 30, I would buy that male a drink and said woman would be discarded from my life forever. She could get murdered the next day and I would not give a single ****. Too busy make money, traveling, and getting hotter babes.

 

[speed dawg]

This is what I'd do in the situation:

- If it's my girlfriend, I don't let them know I'm there. You really have nothing to lose but pride, so who cares. It sucks, but take your medicine, retreat to your privacy, vent/mourn/get pissed for a while, and get over it. Don't let them see your weakness. And pull back attention from your girlfriend, that can be your revenge because she'll want to know what's up. She'll never admit to cheating, so you can have fun with it and see how much she lies.

- If it's my wife, I'd try to hide, and get a few pictures to document the situation.

Both relationships are over, so may as well make the best of the situation. It's easy for me to say this now, not being in that situation, I full admit that. I hope I could truly be calm and collective in the moment. But the good news is, if your hor is cheating, you kinda see it coming, unless you're a total retard.