They Just Keep Coming

They just keep coming:

The 23 year old virgins

The lonely immigrant software engineers

The divorcees

The shy

The frustrated

The awkward

They just keep coming

They find me on Google

They find me on Youtube

They find me through my books

“I wanted to know what to text a girl, and I found you.”

They just keep coming

And when I think I can’t tell another guy that it’s not about what he says, but how he says it. That it doesn’t matter that he’s short, or Chinese, or bald; and no, twenty seven isn’t too old to start. That he has to stand up straight, hold eye contact, speak loudly, confidently. That he has to trim that nose hair, go to the gym, find a hobby. And then…the women will know, he’s a man.

They just keep coming

I tell them it’s about positive thought

And the actions you take

And you aren’t taking action–you’re thinking about taking action

That’s the problem

They just keep coming

When I don’t think I can take another guy to a street corner, point, and have him tell a woman how beautiful she looks today, and would she be down for a coffee? But I listen to their stories; about how their fathers were absent, or were wimps. About how their mothers were over-protective, or just didn’t care.

Most just want a girlfriend. A sexy, caring girlfriend. Not like the ones they’ve had. Better than that.

If only they knew what to do…what to say.

They just keep coming

And endless supply of thirsty men, looking for something more, some happiness.

“You need to be happy first, and then they’ll come,” I tell them.

But how?

They just keep coming

And sometimes I think about deleting this blog. Just be a normal guy. No more flying around the world, helping men. No more tips on how to overcome shyness, sexual inadequacy, or “Game.” No more crazy cat ladies emailing me their faux outrage.

But they just keep coming

And they always will

There are far worse jobs