The Magic of No Contact

Yup, you’re going through a break up. Doesn’t really matter who dropped the bomb, but in most cases you could both taste it coming. Something was off. And “somebody” has to pull the plug. Preferably, it was you, Mr RedPill Aware. Regardless, it’s done.

So why is there all this advice to hard block and go what’s called “No Contact”? The easiest answer is why it’s good for you from your perspective.

Breakups are always a stinger. And everyone has some ‘stuff’ to work through and fill the hole in your life AND sort through what you learned (so your next relationship is better)

The ‘extra time’ needs to be filled. Back on the exercise; clean your place; look at your wardrobe; check your DETAILS- vehicle, wardrobe, finances. How many little projects have slipped through the cracks? When was your last medical? Yeah, exactly. There is stuff to do. Get on it.

The last thing you need is interruptions in text and calls and social media pings from her. Detach the emotional hose. She has one and so do you.

And the biggest thing to focus on is the silence from that relationship. No contact? Less thoughts about ‘her’. And you’re supposed to be focusing on abundance and meeting new women (that you may have let slip in these masky and Covidy times).

But the BIGGEST benefit to No Contact is what it does to her and how that helps you even further.

Firstly, regardless of who cut it off, YOU are making a decision and blocking; going silent; submerging and going deep. Off the grid. You ACTED decisively and quickly. Masculine.

Next, you’ve cut off her supply of attention and validation. Let’s be serious, we exchange our time, attention and resources (and charm) for sex and feminine beauty in your life. Your sex with her is cut off so let’s level the losses. Right?

Let her simmer in the lack of attention. She will notice every gift; every outfit; every silly thing you fixed in her place; the tricks you taught her about bbq-ing, etc. Yeah, give her the silence to miss ALL the things she underestimated and took for granted.

If you aren’t one of those that believes you should never take an ex back, her time alone will fuel the “I miss him’s”.

And while she is soaking in these doubts, you are getting stuff done and getting your swagger back like she is NEVER coming back. For those of you familiar with Athol Kay’s MAP (Male Action Plan), in a broken relationship and/dead bedroom, the plan is focusing on you and getting fit (financially and physically) and doing your stuff as if she is already gone. “The Go Plan is the Stay Plan”. No Contact does both- You Work; She Wonders. regardless of whether she comes back, you’re better either way. And maybe your new swagger drew someone new while she waited (too long)

But in my mind, here is the Big Win.

Can you remember ANY breakup where you weren’t painted as the Bad Guy? I didn’t think so. So we both know how this is gonna play out and be recorded by her rationalization hamster (she MUST preserve her ‘good person’ self-perception at ALL COSTS! That is hardwired and an immutable law of femininity. Period. AWALT. Yes, your mom, too)

So accepting this reality, ANYTHING you say or do WILL be used against you in the Court of Hamsters. I believe the phrase my friend Turk uses is “The Airing of Relationship Crimes”

And you have no concept how desperately she needs to tell you her tirade of “Man Bad” items over however long you were together in order to ‘Build her Case’ (I’ll mention for the clueless that SHE is judge and jury. You also get no lawyer)

You are The Supreme Court. Don’t read the charges. Throw the case out unheard. Grounds? Her ‘Jury’ is severely compromised. Her case will be FULL of shaming tactics; manipulations’ grievous mis-rememberances of events; complete fabrications and more out of context accusations than you could defend. Or even recall to defend against.

One of the most “Poke in the Eye” concepts I’ve come across is D.E.E.R. In game, whether in a relationship or approach, NEVER DEER. Defend; Explain; Excuse; Rationalize.

Once you do so with a woman, she knows she’s hit a hot button. Her “Shit Tests” are designed to find these responses. And the Airing of Crimes is designed to trigger your need to protect your reputation and your masculine logic to “mansplain” yourself to Good Guy. At worst, just to correct her INTENTIONAL errors in the charges.

The mere response to ANY of her charges is DEERing. Thus, weakness in her eyes; failed shit test; and more fuel to her hamsters that this breakup is Righteous and, yes, YOU are the bad guy. And equally bad is you are rewarding disrespect. Rewarding bad behavior with your attention will only bring more of it.

She wants the engagement. Needs it. The argument (for your attention) and your explanations (DEERing test fails) to prove her rationalization that “You Suck”. She will do everything possible to suck you into the tug of war. A tug of war you can’t win. Ever. And men are instinctively competitive. We love a good tug of war AND we know we have logic on our side. Our ego sees the challenge and we know we’re stronger on the rope. So tempting. But it isn’t a tug of war. Your end of the rope is resting on quicksand.

Don’t pick up the rope.

You have better things to do.

My Most Recent Mistake

So the most recent gf (on and off; hot and cold; LDR) went bad. She bailed while I was out of the house on errands.

I went no contact.

2 emails; 3 texts. Ignored. I was blocked n Twatter (she likes to snoop now and mistakenly believes she’ll get some sort of insight and/or secret code to my operating system by reading my RP stuff).

Suddenly, I’m unblocked. Then she likes a couple of my replies. But ONE lit her up. Got simultaneous text and DM.

Someone Tweeted about the impossibility of unconditional love and that ‘she is constantly grooming and evaluating replacements for you’. My response was about my ‘repeated experience with the Rolodix’. Funny, right?

Her text and DM were ‘defenses’ that she wasn’t like that or that my words were about her. (extra hilarious since she had actually sent me a text about the 4 options she currently had; including pics. Yes, a dic pic, too!) It is literally impossible that in her little town she had been approached by 4 new guys in one week so ….

Anyway, here’s the mistake

I responded

All I said was that it wasn’t about her specifically as I had said ‘repeatedly’. No jabs; no pointing out her hypocrisy. All she said was “It’s my lucky day. I thought I’d lost you”

Conversation ensued. Complete with sexual innuendo; outright cravings and ‘visual allure’ so to speak. Plans made to get together physically. It was ON.

Within 24 hours the conversation slipped back into delays; doubts; restating past questions; defiance and arguments.

A friend refers to the end of a relationship as the Airing of Relationship Crimes. My no-contact had stifled her ability to do this. Although she had thrown a litany of crap my way, my lack of response left her empty.

“I want to feel superior; self-righteous; validated I made the right decision to end this; and take my anger on you out on you”

No contact breaks this cycle and causes doubt. Her airing of crimes prompts you to DEER (defend, explain, excuse and rationalize) your side of the relationship and/or her complaints/reasons.

SHE is rationalizing through he emotional filters. You HAVE to be the bad guy. HAVE TO. Otherwise it’s on her.

So now she’s been living rent-free in my head and burning up time with texts and calls that always go sideways.

Mid -conversation on DM I removed her from my Twitter.

A brief blast of me using head games and spite. Blocked. I made a decision I should have made earlier.

No-Contact works. For a reason.

Don’t make this mistake, gents

So Why Now and Why Here?

Good question.

It’s actually a two in one story.

I’ve been told that I have a way with words and ideas that seem to go deeper than the average bear (yes, a Yogi reference and to my nom deplume). Often enough I started to believe it. And while going through my divorce a decade ago I started journaling to record; exorcise; vent and ‘shoot ideas down my arm from my brain to a pen so that the notepad couldn’t sleep but I could’. It became a habit. Any time I had some joy or grief or a puzzle to work out, I found throwing it on paper seemed to relax my mind enough to re-focus on priorities and, when I went (IF I went) back to look at it, the paper version seemed like it was someone else and i could more easily unravel the issue as I was now ‘third party’. Call it giving yourself advice.

Eventually, I had quite a pile of assorted notepads. And in several locations, just in case I was inspired in the garage, truck, office or bedroom. Now if I’d only taken the extra step of filing them all in one place when full. And perhaps filling them completely before starting another. furthermore, when I scribbled something on a Postit Note or a random pice of paper, maybe put that with the notepads. Yep, I had casually created an easter egg hunt of what amounted to a decade long diary of rantings; out of context and undated descriptions of events; dating frustrations and ‘experiences’; and notes I took while reading NMMNG and other RP material during my post-divorce rediscovery of reality (and ME)

Skip to 6 months ago and Covid. A long term (5+ year) on and off gf suddenly had more free time (her youngest was about to graduate HS and go play hockey out of province and my career had been effectively killed so I was temporarily 9-5. Since up to that point, our schedules had only allowed every second weekend together, we thought it cool for her to come hang out here for longer than a weekend at a time. More fun; lots for her to do for exercising around here; and far less lonely than two single parents living apart in their little Covid worlds.

So after a summer of camping and golfing and fun, I decided to make the place even nicer. Had the carpets and tile cleaned; finished some projects around the house; made the place more “Us”

So while I was at work she decided to go deeper than cabinet doors and floors and really started cleaning . . . .

Yup.

A case of Redbull to her hamsters

All the girls I dated when she and I were split; notes on dating apps; Red Pill notes and my opinions (and reinforcing stories); odd little bits on approaches I made (or intended to pursue)

She said nothing. For a while. Until she had “cleaned” everything

And then D-Day

She had 364,000 accusations and questions. I was offended by the invasion of privacy

Yeah. We split

We tried again recently as our physical attraction and sexual compatibilty were off the charts but she couldn’t unsee it and the doubt and nagging questions kept coming up. And I was firm I wouldn’t rehash the past.

So now I restart. Approaching rather than the dumpster fire of online dating. My text game was good (see my penchant for writing in vivid detail) and once something was started it was fine. I just want to skip the long tiring step of vetting for attraction and style by simply approaching women I find attractive and seeing what happens. No wasted texts or chats only to finally meet someone who posted pics from 5 years (and 49 lbs) earlier

So here we go

-CD