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There’s this ridiculous notion that people who learn about dating are somehow socially deficient, that they’re awkward in conversations, or have some horrible insecurity and are unable to talk to women without other people’s help. I’ve always found this concept ridiculous, since most of the students I meet are hundreds of times more charming than the rest of the population.

I’ll use myself as example— I can’t tell you how many women I’ve been with, felt deeply for, or dated (I’ve never bothered to count, suffice to say it’s several digits long)—but I’ve got a couple shoeboxes full of pictures, love letters, and other memorabilia to remind me of the impact they’ve had on my life. In a word, I’m a natural—a man who seems blessed by the gods to be with women; but don’t let the appearances fool you, being a natural has everything to do with education, I’ve never stopped studying women since I realized the power one can have over them.

My first encounter with women is at age 6, when I was called into the principle’s office after a playground fight between two girls broke out over who should be my girlfriend.

“That’s stupid”, I said to my bewildered principle, “why can’t they both be my girlfriend?” (I’ve carried that belief with me ever since.)

Throughout high school, a reputation of charm seemed to follow me everywhere. In 8th grade, after a particularly famous break-up with a cute Asian girl named Vivian, a gorgeous blond girl named Tiffany invited me to her place so she could console my grief. As we made out in front of her door, her brunette friend, Jill, came by and joined in on the fun. My first PG-rated threesome, I suppose. The next day, the school’s basketball star came by to pick a fight with me after hearing the story—apparently he’s been trying to get her on a date for the past year. Come to think of it, every fight I’ve gotten into with other guys since then have been over girls, and I have yet to walk away without the girls in question on my arm.

I wasn’t one to discriminate; I enjoyed female attention across schoolyard cliques, and ended up with some pretty impressive stories, including a rumor of having slept with 5 girls—at once—in the girls’ bathroom. That particular one didn’t happen, but it did give me a reputation to live up to. In the 9th grade, I met a gorgeous girl from a prestigious all-girls private school who sworn to keep herself a virgin (something about the fact that her grandfather was a British monarch or something). It lasted for a month, until my 16th birthday—it was a first for the both of us, and it was beautiful. She was also one of the first girls I had felt deeply about.  After that, I started meeting models, singers, students, and pretty much from all walks of life.

Like most hormone-filled teenagers, I didn’t know what I want, so I wanted everything. The fascinating thing is that as I taught myself more and more, I discovered that there was an entire universe to be experienced. When you reach for the stars, you realize that there are entire galaxies waiting to be explored.
You see, by the time that I hit my 20’s, I realized that I could have pretty much any women I desired (and I did), and I realized I wanted something more; specifically, I wanted to GIVE something more. I discovered I could make their lives better, and make mine better in exchange. I discovered that I was a rare commodity, something I didn’t even know existed, that I had the power to make women discover themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t doing it just out of the kindness of my heart, in exchange for letting them experience pleasures they didn’t know exist, they had to find a way to enrich my life in some way.

Some women would bring me art pieces they created, some would wine and dine me, and some would teach me things I didn’t know. There was always an exchange. I expected this to make me happy, which it did; what I didn’t expect was the overwhelming response I got from the fairer sex. The women I’d meet would tell their friends about me, and would bring their friends to meet me. I went from working to attract women, to having women attract women for me. It got to a point in which I had women knocking on my door at 2 in the morning with a bouquet of roses. I had become the hot girl.

“Jesus”, I thought, “had I known it could be this easy, I would’ve stopped chasing tail years ago.”
But I wasn’t completely satisfied. I wanted something deeper, I wanted “the one”, I wanted a girlfriend. And that is exactly when I met her.

Aside from being gorgeous in physique and personality, she never demanded anything from me. To the contrary, she was always exceptionally generous: when I was tired, she would bring food over to my place and entertain me, when I was excited about a new project, she would challenge me to test the limits and do more, when I started my first business, she built an entire website around it and spent sleepless nights with me strategizing. When I told her that I was dating someone else, a blond girl named Kate, aside from her, she simply nodded with a smile and mused that she expected it. She would then later explain that she also expected that I would eventually forget about the other girl—she was right, Kate didn’t compare and I quickly lost interest. My girlfriend, on the other hand, has been with me for 3 years, and still laughs at the women that compete for my attention during this time, as she’s the one that usually wings me when I meet new women. The other women have my time, my attention, and occasionally my body, but at the end of the night, I go home to my girlfriend’s bed (when she’s not there with us, that is). Unlike the other girls, she knows that seduction was about giving, not taking; just like that, she out-seduced me without even being aware of it.

We’ve been living together for the past 3 years, not including when we’re traveling around the world, that is. Work-wise, she’s my personal assistant. Socially, she’s my wing-women. In life, she’s my partner in crime. When we meet new women to bring into our lives, I make it very clear that she will always be my primary.

Above all of her great traits, her most amazing one is her loyalty. I may not be the best “pickup artist” in the world, but my relationship is un-fucking-touchable.

Looking back, I realized I had cracked the code to the oh-so-clichéd concept of “love” without even realizing it.

You want to know the secret to attracting women? It’s extremely simple: offer extraordinary value. Don’t convince them that they should give something to you. You want to make them an offer they can’t refuse without looking to take something.

Here’s where the inevitable question will arise: “So what do I offer women, and how do I do that?”

Obviously, the answer isn’t to buy them gifts or taking them out to dinners—see, they can already do that themselves. You’re not presenting them anything special, and furthermore you’re giving them guilt of expectations (and anyone who knows anything about women can tell you they’re a race without enough guilt as it is). Women can be quite practical, give them something they desire but can’t pronounce, and they’ll line up around the block to return the favor.

There are several things you can offer (use your imagination here). When I first started, I realized that being with me was an amazing experience. There’s a shortage of men out there, real men, and in your journey it will be your charge to rise to that same challenge. These women could be runway models or singers with millions of fans under their belt, but you will be the one that grounds them at the end of their day.  And in order to do that, you’ll have to first learn those things for myself. That’s where self-betterment comes in—knowing your limits as a man is a difficult task, but essential.

John

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