Epic Fan Mail

Every so often I receive an email that blows my mind. An exceptional piece of work. This is better than any sales page I could write or pay for. This is literature. Thanks mate and good luck to you. 

Hey man,

you don’t know me and probably won’t care, but I’ve just randomly seen that you did an AMA on here and I couldn’t let this chance of saying thank you pass. I’m German, 23, law school student and pretty sure there are only very few people my age with less succesful love lifes than me. I’ve fell for two girls in the past two years; the second girl has been a traumatic experience since at that time I was madly in love with her and, unlike, many other girls, she reciprocated my advances a lot.

She was like a one in a hundred girl: Next door girl-friendly, hipsterish, down for geeky stuff, amazingly hot, listened to hip hop, went skateboarding, to art museums and parties regularly. Like “one of the guys”. But not in a emasculated way, you know. She was still very girlish in many ways. She’s the one, I thought foolishly.

Unfortunately, she liked my then-best friend, too (and many other guys.) We didn’t even kiss, but I fucked up because I still subconciously demanded ownership over her. That’s fucked up, right? Yeah.
Funnily enough, the situation was similar to your thing with Olivia while your roommate Eric tried to bang her, and she sort of agreed to it, just without the drugs. The exact same thing happened to me with the girl I was just talking about. Only that I became incredibly jealous and angry and plunged into depression

So after hating myself for several months and going from depression to depression, I think I’m “finally out of this,” which is right when I picked up your book.

I’ve read other seduction-related stuff before: The Game (of course), one really good German book and Models by Mark Manson. About two weeks ago, I got myself a copy of “A Thousand Tiny Failures”, and I finally, finally had someone I could 100% relate to (well, let’s say 90%, but that’s still a whole fucking lot, if you ask me). I suffered from man boobs, too, but in my case, it’s not very visible and was partly due to me being skinny fat (no muscles, weak, but a lot of fat eating). Now that I’ve done two years of heavy gym workout, I’m finally happy with my body. I look alright, I mean, I hate my huge nose, but I guess that can be overcome, and fuck it, if I don’t like it in two or three years, I’ll just get surgery. Generally, I look ok. I’m not very tall for a Northern European male, like 5’11 (180cm), but I can’t change that anyway and I’ll come to terms with it. So you can sort of imagine who’s reading your book.

But what has always been my main “problem” is that I come from a stable and loving family and am fairly intelligent, which means I never ever had to work hard in school or had hardships in my family. I was bullied in school because I had skipped the first grade, sure, but that feeling of anger and revenge was forgotten a few years after I had left school. I simply wasn’t used to struggle. Plus I sort of hate people. As you say, “it’s hard to love people, because they suck.” And although I had the best high school diploma of my class year in school and am on my way to becoming a lawyer, this means nothing to me, because the worst feeling a young male can have is when he isn’t able to attract girls.

And I really fucking suck at it, because I keep overthinking and overthinking and just can’t approach. My body language is weak, my tonality is weak because I’m afraid of being fucked over and ridiculed by other people. So I’m sitting here, reading your book, and BOOM. The advice itself was nothing revolutionary, I mean it’s not like you re-invent the wheel or something, but it’s just a fucking great book in so many ways.

With my Kindle App (read it on my iPhone), I marked maybe 25 or 30 parts of the book. Sometimes really short ones, like “And yet, he continued.” or “I tried to stay positive, but the coldness of many women was getting to me.” just to remember that I’m not the only one on this road. I learned about the ego, how you have to be humble and in the present and not rely on narcissistic overcompensations (as I’ve done for years, I can tell you. NO, I’m not better than them unless I fucking take risks and create value for me and others!). And sometimes, I just laughed out loud, like when you wrote about Nietzsche, and then concluded with “he could have been a great ladies man if he read a few seduction books.” Amazing, just my kind of humour. And of course, in my opinion the most important part of the book is not where you actually get better, but where you fail. On and on, and still continue.

I really needed that, man. I needed to see you fail again and again just to see that this, right there, is what life is about. I mean, you’re basically showing where and how you failed for the first 40% of the book; not against women, but mostly against yourself. And this only means that you’ve learned to become a man, doing what men do. Having fear, thinking it’s too strong, that it might kill you, and overcoming that fear and creating something on your own – a degree, a relationship, an invention, a succesful life. And to see that failing again and again in that process is not because I’m a ridiculously ugly feminine looking weakling (I often used to tell myself “Well, that’s how it is then. I guess my genes will be wiped out of the genetic pool. I’m too ugly and depressed anyway, so it’s better for humanity.”), but is rather universal to everyone who takes a risk and life in his own hands was perhaps the most important lesson I’ve learned in my early adulthood. You’re a role model for me, and I mean that.

So, thanks. I wish I’ll find someone in my life as much willing to progress as you are. When reading the book, I sometimes wish I lived in Montreal back then! I don’t know how much of the side story is true, but if it is, then it sounds like you met a lot of d-bags (no offense, but your former roommates Eric and Mark sound like really stuck up/unpleasant people). Exactly the kind of people that make me being afraid of approaching. However, I must do this on my own now, and I swear to myself, I will. It’s just so hard to make the first step, because how on earth will I create an abundance mentality out of nowhere; I will suck for years to come and will have to face my greatest fear. But I will. I know it, because I’m meant to be winning (sorry for sounding like a douchebag, it’s just what I need to tell myself to keep going.)

I don’t know what to say at the end. Maybe thank you, again. I’m a student in Germany, so I can’t afford any workshops over in Canada, but I hope that business is going well and you’re successfully establishing yourself as an author. Keep fighting the struggle, and keep being a positive and humble role model for others, like you are for me. “Maybe some people don’t realize life is painful and short, and it will all be over soon.” – I do now. And I will try and learn to embrace the pain of being brushed off and feeling insignificant by dozens of women, just to live up to the life I want to live. I just hope it won’t hurt too much.
Thanks, dude.