Love Yourself
When I was twenty one I found my first real girlfriend; a seventeen year old (consent is sixteen in Canada), dirty blond of Polish heritage. She was petite, curvy, with gravity defying breasts, juicy lips, and old country hips. The moment I saw her I was infatuated.
Of course this was before I had real game. I had no idea how to approach her. But I lived across the street from her high school and I was friendly with one of her friends. So I asked the friend almost jokingly to bring her to my house.
So one fine afternoon there was a knock at my door, and there she was. “Tony, this is Leanna.”
Even though she was sort of crazy, I loved her, and I stayed with that girl for almost three years. Even though she cheated on me, and often treated me poorly, what choice did I have? I would never meet another girl like her. Why would a pretty girl like a boring, shy, guy like me? I got real lucky meeting this one, I thought.
When we finally broke up for the fourth time, I drank, and cried, and drank, and cried. I wouldn’t have sex with another girl for over one year.
Fast forward six years to 2007. I saw a documentary on television about pickup artists. Fascinated, I read online seduction manuals all through the night. I slept well, content that my new found knowledge would help me get those girls I always wanted. And it did.
From 2007 to 2009, I approached hundreds of girls. I went out every night, and hit on girls every day. And guess what? I worked. It fucking worked! It wasn’t the lines or gimmicks or psychological manipulations. It was the action. The fact that I could go out and meet four or five new girls a night. Or that I could meet girls in the day, at café’s, or malls. Every time I approached a girl, I learned something about myself. Every time I went on a date, I improved my flirting and social skills.
I read more great books to increase my vocabulary and knowledge. I took interest in international travel. I started working out to increase muscle mass and testosterone. I started a blog to create my own business. I wrote in forums and met guys from the pua community for support.
Now, in 2013, I’ve dated many, many, beautiful women. I’ve made my own living. I’ve travelled far and wide. All because instead of reading about something and wondering if it worked, I went out and tried it.
And I don’t think I’ll ever feel love like I did back then, simply because, I now have standards. I now have choice.
Maybe love is a feeling that you can’t do better than what you’ve got. Love yourself first.
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