I wasn’t born a ladies man. In fact, for much of my school days, I was kind of a loser. I hit puberty very early and at only twelve years old, I had a moustache and I was the first kid in my class to breakout in spots.
People used to call me gorilla boy and I was bullied pretty bad. The ‘popular’ boys in school used to call me a girl because I had very feminine eyes with big dark eyelashes and people thought I wore eyeliner.
My first kiss was a freckly ginger kid who later grew up to become a raging lesbian.
When I was 14, I got arrested for forging and selling counterfeit money. I got suspended from school, appointed a JLO officer by the court, and forced into counselling for the rest of the school year. It was best thing that ever happened in my life.
My school counsellor become more like my spirit guide. He showed me the Way of the Book. He got me interested in psychology and philosophy. Instead of talking about ‘my problems’, our sessions turned into classes on Plato, Aristotle, Descartes, Freud, and Jung.
Before than, I had no interest in books, but suddenly I was obsessed with learning. I became a total nerd.
I struggled with girls, but at 17, I eventually lost my virginity to my first girlfriend – one of sister’s friends two years my junior. I followed all my mother’s advice, but it still took eight long months of waiting for us to finally have sex.
Back then, I was a romantic beta sap. I used to take her out for candlelit dinners, get giant oversized valentine cards delivered to her in class, and I even wrote and performed a song for her.
Then my body started to change. My skin cleared up, my facial hair made me look more Johnny Depp than gorilla boy, and my dark eyes looked more exotic than girly. I became more confident in myself. I became the lead in the school musical, got offered an academic scholarship, and by fluke, I got offered a chance to go to Antarctica on a scientific expedition – a journey that would change my life. (You’ll read about it in my upcoming book).
I became more attractive than my girlfriend and she hated my success. She nagged me constantly and became a very negative force in my life – so I dumped her.
It was 2005. Later that year, after returning from Antarctica, I started my first year in university. That’s when my Dad gave me the Game by Neil Strauss. I made all my friends read it. I used to go out at night and try every trick in the book, so to speak. I even met up with other guys on the internet trying to do the same thing.
I tried, failed, and tried again. Some things worked for me, some things didn’t. I kept at it for years. I failed, I failed, and I failed. I never had a mentor or knew any guys who were good with women, so I had to teach myself. It was a long arduous road. At times, I just gave up. Yes, there was the odd success, but in my mind, I was still a failure with women.
After two years of struggle and failure, slowly, very slowly, things started to change for me. More of my failures became successes. Getting laid once every few months, became every few weeks, to every few days. I banged my first model, had my first threesome, and my notch and flag count started to skyrocket. I began maintaining harems, banging beauty queens, and having regular one night stands with women from every corner of the globe. I began writing about it and becoming the man I am today. I began to teach others. I became the mentor I wish I had when I was was learning.
My friends became my students, and they, too, dramatically improved their sex lives and lifestyles. Other men started offering me money to teach them.
I’m still learning, and will continue to learn for the rest of life, but it’s nice to know I’m in a position where I can help other guys out in their struggle.
A 1,000 mile journey begins with one single step.
Nothing worth fighting for is born without struggle.
The road to success is paved with failure.
What’s your story of struggle?