| Lengthy, yes. A good read, let's hope so.
Women.. Ever since I can remember, I've been good at that game. I'm what you'd call a natural. I'm fairly attractive, nice guy, with an air of confidence and a commanding presence. A 5'11" nineteen year old with dark hair, fit body, and trusting hazel eyes that give a sense of comfort to those unfortunate enough to get lost in them.
I'm smooth, sharp, and a Jack of all trades. I have a way with words and a talent when it comes to soothing people, dismissing awkward tension, and giving encouraging/inspiring/helpful speeches to friends or strangers who come to me with a problem.
I was raised in two worlds:
One side, on the weekends my pick-up-artist natural of a father took me out to bars, using my adorable face to attract women then bought me food and unlimited arcade time while he closed the girls who came to meet me. He called me, the Babe Magnet. Looking back, I was irresistible. They didn't stand a chance.
On the other side, during the week days. I lived in the perfect little suburb where my mother and older sister beat the "typical man" out of me and raised me to be Mr. Right.
Every time one of them had a bad break-up, god forbid, they turned to me. I was the only penis in the house, I was still young, they could keep me from being that lying/cheating/lazy/ill-mannered/two-left-footed/egomaniac/crazy/needy/selfish/commitment freak or what have you. Any bad qualities they found in their men, was purged out of me.
So I was raised to be Mr. Right during the week, and a hilarious bad ass with an edge that women craved by weekend. It sounds like the perfect up-bringing for a PUA, eh? It was, but i hit a speed bump. Later in life I became a writer, musician, theatre technician who loved business and got engaged junior year.
After a hefty falling out with the model/beauty queen I was engaged to. She turned lesbian, moved to Idaho, and worked in the same club she Lived in and was dating the owners daughter. My life is a fun tale. Well, she left, I went through three Devastating cases of One-Itis with girls I could have if I hadn't developed a rough case of cystic-acne and become an alcoholic with manic depression latching on like a needy idiot.
Now I have recovered. My sex drive is back and I recently had a BC for every night of the week. It wasn't enough though. I've cleaned up, I'm starting fresh, and now I need to regain my confidence (which seems to melt when attempting to approach a girl I've never met in public) and reach my unlimited potential that I know exists.
Friends. I need your help. Who's with me?
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