Got a Whale of a Tale to Tell Ya!

I have decided to share a story with the 5 people who actually read my blog! Yes, I know my blog is new, and patience is a virtue...

In the summer of 1999, I was actually questioned by police about a young woman's murder.

Here are the events that led up to this (all frighteningly real):

• A young and incredibly beautiful woman - tall, thin, busty brunette, was talking on the phone to her mother. She told her mother that she needed to go to the grocery store and get a few items - and that she would call her mom right back. (I found out later that she was a stripper - she worked at a strip club called "The 'Ore House")



• At about the same time (10:30 at night or so), I too needed to go to the grocery store.



• We both went to the same grocery store (the Railey's in Sun Valley - just north of Reno). The manager of this grocery store was somebody that I went to high-school with (I did not know this at the time).



• Oddly enough, we both were buying the same items as well:
  
  
  • Orange Juice.
  • Paper Towel
  • Bar soap.



• Only one lane was open (as is typical late at night), and she was in front of me in line.



• I noticed that we were both buying the same items, and (being the person I am), I made a humorous and smart-ass remark about it. I cannot remember what the remark was - as what happened next jumbled my brain cells too much. I believe it was something like, "Let me guess - you spilled your orange juice, so you need some paper towels to clean it up, as well as some more orange juice - and after cleaning it all up - you'll want to take a shower - That's what just happened to me!"



• As is typical for me (when dealing with a young and beautiful woman) - instead of laughing, she snapped and started yelling at me.
  Just an aside: Whenever I have dealings with young and fertile women, this used to be the typical reaction I would get - one of extreme hostility. It was not until recently that I discovered why this was...



• I was properly embarrassed. I moved away from her slightly and waited until she had paid for her items. I spent that time looking away with my face red as a cherry.



• The clerk then started ringing my stuff up - he said, "How are things for you?". He sounded empathetic for the young ladies outburst. I replied, "Same as always obviously".



• I paid for my items and went home. The young woman never returned home, and never called her mom back as promised.



• The mom got worried the next morning, and contacted the police.



• The police eventually went to the grocery store where the young woman said she was going.



• They showed a picture to the manager who was on duty that night (the man I went to high-school with).



• He told the police, "Oh yeah, she was here with this guy I went to high-school with, his name is Richard, and they were fighting about something".



• The police came to my apartment, "Richard?" they asked.



• "Yeah", I replied.



• Do you know where Shiela (I think that was her name) is, and showed me a picture of her.



• I replied, "I have no idea who that is" (and I didn't - as I did not recognize the face - it was after all, a brief encounter - and a very unpleasant one that I wanted to forget).



• The police then looked at each other, then at me. "We have witnesses that say you and her went to Raley's grocery store on Friday night, and that the two of you were fighting about something."



• I looked puzzled, "I went to the store alone". The police replied forcefully and with a hostile tone of voice, "later that night, somebody bashed her face in with a cinder block".



• My mind works fast. I suddenly remembered the woman, and her yelling at me etc... I realized what the police officers were thinking, and my heart rate shot up like a rocket. Eventually, I ended up throwing up in front of them.



• I am not ashamed to admit it, I became a babbling wreck at this point. I was talking very fast and incoherently to them.



• The police officers - thank God, wanted to originally question the young woman's boyfriend, but he had left town - and they had no idea where he went to (any detective with an IQ of 40 knows why the boyfriend left town).



• Since they had nothing better to do (with the boyfriend out of town), they decided to question me, since it looked suspicious.



• They asked me to calm down - and that I was not their primary suspect - the young woman's boyfriend was the primary suspect - I was just a person of interest. They proceeded to ask me if I noticed anybody suspicious in the parking lot that evening, or anything out of the ordinary.



• I told them why the woman decided to bark at me, and that I had not seen anybody suspicious in the parking lot. I also told them that I did not recognize her, because it was an embarrassing event - the kind I like to put behind me.

A nerve racking series of events to be sure. All in the summer of 1999.

What puzzled me the most at the time:

Why is it that a guy like me gets yelled and barked at by an incredibly beautiful woman like this - and a guy that ends up bashing her face in with a cinder block gets laid - lord only knows how many times - or what kind of fun and exciting sex acts she performed on him?

I have found that questions like this are best answered by Dr. Rookh Kshatriya's ANGLOBITCH thesis, as well as the writings on his blog.

One postulate of his thesis is that women are attracted to sociopathic thugs, not gentlemen. Many other people claim this as well.

This hypothesis seems to fit most of my observances. However, there are some men who are not sociopathic, and end up with the so-called, "mega-hotties". Not to be argumentative, but I would say that modern day women actively seek men that are defective in some way - be it sociopathic (perhaps the most common?), or some other short-coming (such as flagrant stupidity, easily susceptible to addiction, incompetence in the workplace etc...). Also, I do not believe this is natural. I believe this is an artificial instinct placed in the minds of western women by feminism. That is, they seek defective men - or men that they can measure up to - in order to ensure that "equality" can exist. In other words, they seek men that they can successfully compete with for the title of "head of household". After all, any other man would no doubt lead to a sexist relationship - and we all know how bad it is when non-defective men are put in charge of a household!

Notice that I said, "MOST" women. There are always the toxic gold-diggers that seek men who have accumulated much wealth, or men who have acquired fame etc...
And yes, I'll give some credit to women here - there is that minority of women in the world who are very smart, emotionally balanced and whatnot - and they would effectively make good heads of household. However, those women are far too few to be making a plethora of laws to accommodate them, or filling young women's minds with utter gibberish.

This incident was a crucial turning point in my life. Not only was I not getting laid by these "mega-hottie" women, but they would go to extremes to be rude to me. And now, their f*cked up lives were seeping over into my own life. This pissed me off to no end.

Think about it for a minute:

A man who has a sense of humor and is non-violent - gets yelled at.
A man who bashes her face in with a cinder block - gets laid (and who knows what else).

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE???

Clearly, something is wrong with some modern western females. SERIOUSLY WRONG!

Sometime, I'll tell you about the co-worker of mine that actually had the audacity to ask me if I was the one that killed Brianna Denison. NO JOKE!