Bad Chick Episode 03: Phone a Friend



I’m speaking to you brother now and it feels like we are talking from two different spaces. Sometimes it’s as if you’re ahead of me living your life and experiencing things that I won’t for months or years to come. As if you’re in three times zones ahead of me therefore relatively speaking you’re in the future. You’re writing is like messages on some Terminator shit, clues and hints of events to come. What’s it like there? Are you happy yet? Everything you know about women everything you’ve learned about yourself. Are you happy? Let’s talk, I’ve got a story to tell.

Previously on Bad Chick

Episode 1

Episode 2

In the morning I dropped her off at work. It’s Sunday but a woman doesn’t get paid six figures to have a life. I went home and slept a little and thought about all the events of the night before. Eventually there was only one man I could speak to for advice about this. Who’s been there, done that and would know how to proceed. I texted Roosh a few pictures letting him see what I was beating lately and told him to call me. A few minutes later my phone rang. (The following conversation is paraphrased and not word for word)

VK: What do you think about the new janx?

Roosh: Hey brotha. YOOOOOO, she’s like a real bad chick! Like one of “THOSE” girls out of some rap video or something.

VK: I know right, so peep what happened…

I went through and told him the whole tale. Every detail leaving nothing out and being honest. He listened in silence taking it all in. I could feel the confusion and hurt in my voice as I spoke. One of the hardest things for any man to do is to bare his soul and admit his weaknesses to another man. But this was my brother, he knew where all the bodies were buried. The man with the password to my computer and responsible for once learning about my death (presumably accidental suicide from Auto Erotic Asphyxiation) would fly home and clear my internet browse history and throw away my economy size KY tube and any other sex toy that might be in sight. The thing about him though is he thinks in a very pragmatic way. Like a scientist only logic, no faith, just the facts. I finish my tail and wait for his response.

Roosh: You’ve got to pump and dump her.

VK: hmmmmm

Roosh: I mean you can only treat her as a pure fuck toy and nothing more. Do not invest anything substantial in her. No expensive dates or dinners, no investment of feelings in any way. Just go over to bang her and that’s it. Fuck if I were you I’d dump her to her face just for the fun of it. For that swift moment of pleasure knowing I was one of the few guys to reject her.

Note to self: careful getting advice from a guy who’s spent the last 4 years fucking European supermodels like most guys order pizza. He’s reality might be slightly skewed.

Roosh: Think about it bro, this is a girl whose sexual appetite is so deep fucking you twice wasn’t good enough!

VK: But I still know about the magnums, I do have some hand.

Roosh: It won’t matter bro. She didn’t care enough about you to get rid of the evidence before you came over. She won’t care if you call her out on her actions now, it’s been what two weeks? Brother I’m telling you, don’t bother, pump and dump.

His decision was final. The thing is I knew what the move was before I even called him. I just needed to hear it. We’re both from the old school, we understand the old rules. With some women you can see the ending coming like a bullet to the head that it will end in nothing but despair. Sometimes you just get the notch and run like a thief in the night. You fade to black. You stop returning text messages and calls. Back to the streets and you start all over again and find the next one, and the next one after that. We move like drifters. Each girl comes with a new identity, a new back story, you go so deep cover you forget which one is your real life and what’s the one you’ve reinvented. We chase ghosts and orgasms and lose a piece of our souls along the way. You never get attached, even when it’s good you never ever get attached. I could feel the heat.


But eventually a man gets tired. You come to a crossroad and you ask yourself at this passing I either run or I stand and die.

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Been in the game since 2005 and still learning everyday. But now I feel comfortable giving back and sharing wisdom with guys looking to improve one or two things in their lives that could increase their self confidence and the chance of having a favorable outcome in any romantic interaction with women. When you step to her you know you've already put in that work on your end. Nothing is left to chance.


  1. Beau November 12, 2014 at 6:57 pm

    If you could do it over again, would you confront her about the Magnums? It seems like a lose-lose situation.

  2. Virgle Kent November 13, 2014 at 1:02 pm

    It is that’s why at this point I wouldn’t confront her about it. I’ll play that card should the time come and I need an out.

  3. Dick Sandwich November 13, 2014 at 8:09 pm

    The real question is…did she bring you a glass of water the first night? If the answer is no, keep looking. The water giver is out there.

  4. Virgle Kent November 14, 2014 at 9:59 am

    Yes water was brought.

  5. Byron November 16, 2014 at 9:45 pm

    Were you at STK Sunday? I saw a huge suited up black dude. If so, it’s no wonder you get laid. Good look.

  6. Byron November 16, 2014 at 9:46 pm


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