Peter White

There are many turning points in everyone’s life A time and a place where a definite path must be taken or another be endured. The consequence of those actions are often believed to be, or actually are, life changing.

Some of us will avoid them completely because of fear. The fear of change. The fear of breaking our comfortable state. The fear of failure. The fear of the unknown. The fear of letting down others.

Some of us will embrace these challenges and break out of our normal everyday life. The goal is to achieve something greater for ourselves or others. It  can be anything from a  more rewarding lifestyle to being the leader during a tragic event around them.

These pivotal times can be always related to our confidence and self-esteem. They can destroy a little of our self-esteem and lower our confident barrier, or build up our confidence and raise our self-esteem.

They fall into two categories.

1. Facing a challenge. Stepping up and doing something new and exciting in your life to better your quality of life. These are within your control (taken). It Could be a career change, marriage proposal, having a child, bungee jumping, approaching the opposite sex, speaking in public, learning the skills and traits that attractive, (not looks) people possess.

2. Coping with a challenge. Enduring hardships, unforeseen or not, upon your life. Theses are by forces outside of your control (endured). They include accidents, death, financial market fluctuation, natural disasters, new boss, etc…

My life entered one of those critical moments around twelve years ago.

In short, I was a pathetic loser with women and I secluded myself in my job and hobbies. I succumbed to the early pressure of my failures, not only in dating but in relationships, and my music career. I couldn’t get laid. I didn’t have a car. I lived with my best friend on his couch. I made very little money but refused to work more.

I was living from dream to dream, friends zone to friends zone, all with no real attainable goal or a clue on how to achieve success with women.

I met a young woman and we became great friends. I was living a sheltered life and she was living what any typical very attractive eighteen year old girl would live ( not exactly but for her privacy I will not say more). Over the next years of our friendship we ended up moving in together.

We had big goals. She would get her degree in the field she felt passionate about. Paying for it herself through dancing (stripping) and I would find a better job I could excel at. A job which would throw me into the public world and I could get my wonderful social skills back.

And let me tell you it was going great. I was in fucking heaven. Living a tough life in a classy two story half sectioned home. She was dancing and making lots of money. I was not and made shit. I struggled to meet half the utilities and rent but she helped me to buy everything else. We drove each other everywhere and spent countless hours together.

But….

She knew my deep dark secret. She knew that when it came to women, I was nothing more than a cool guy to hang with. And not even the cool guy other women called up constantly. Just the guy people enjoyed being with, when he showed up.

She knew the secret of my failures with every woman because I told her everything. I revealed myself to her in such a way it exposed a part of me she could have used to absolutely destroy  my self-esteem. She didn’t though. At least on purpose. She took me shopping. Taught me about fashion. Taught me what women look for in a man physically. And gave me an inside look into the one of the most illusive places I had ever been. The strippers world. Brief and interluded but nonetheless better than the past.

This secret coupled with her troubled relationships began to take it’s toll on us and loud fights became an everyday occurrence. I can only put up with so much drama in my life so soon enough, I packed up my meager belongings and left her with no more than a few words ending in,

“Goodbye!”

Below I’ve included a small autobiography of myself. A journey which has brought me so far in my dating and relationship life. I reserve my individual stories and wonderfully exciting adventures for my posts and a later use. Please feel free to laugh, but most of all I want you to leave this page inspired.

 

This is the youngest picture of me here. I decided to show it because, as you can tell, I certainly had a lot of balls growing up. I was living on the beach that summer surrounded by young hot women. Not a chance. In fact I was friended by not one, by three separate woman. While at the same time became great friends with a guy who knew how to pick up women. Unfortunately at the time I did not understand that picking up women, and finding a girlfriend required a lot more than just a great routine.

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I was seventeen when this picture was taken. I didn’t have a clue how to get a woman. I was this nice guy who had several girlfriends but was oblivious to what women really wanted. Therefore my first relationship, the one that took my virginity happened a few years before this, and only consisted of fighting, fucking,fighting, more fucking…you get the picture. That first girl who seemed to love my hot looking hair and funky glasses was deeply upset when I broke up with her. More on that later.

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This was the woman I told you about earlier on the page. She helped in more ways than she will ever get to learn about. What you are looking at is my first transformation. It was purely a physical change as you can see by my shorter hair. Notice the pathetic look on my face though. I actually believed by just changing my appearance, I could get laid more or find that illusive girlfriend. I was completely wrong. Due to a lack of work on my real inner game I ended up worse after this experience. This is when I hit the bottom of my self-esteem and my confidence was non-existent. I succumbed to my own failures in relationships.

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Thanks to an awesome best friend of mine, (A friend who has proven himself to be the best friend anyone could ever hoped for.) I was able to pick myself up and start again. This picture was taken when I finally moved into my first apartment by myself. Yeah I do look better. But notice the fake smile, the indecisive look on my face, and my hands were left to hide my identity. They are draped and clutched over my crotch. A sure sign of someone guarding himself. Aside from the rest of how I looked those hands represented to women, a man who was not attractive. Just a friend and not a lover.

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Weeks after discovering David DeAngelo, (you can check his story with a video and a subscription by clicking here, or read more about him from me by going here.) I took this sexy picture of myself. Notice the new body language. The sexy smirk on my face. The confident, cocky stare mixed with a hint of innocence, self-assured modesty, and a touch of the bad boy experience. An awesome combination for creating attraction. Yes. My body looked good. That I will admit. I will also admit that this picture gets a huge response when women see it. But it’s not about my shape. I was actually in much better shape years before this was taken. It’s the attitude it represents. I’m a short man and yet this picture, taken straight on and in no way was meant to make me look tall, gets women to believe I am almost six feet tall. Which I am not even close. This stance, and the self-esteem that backs it up, allows even much taller women to stand next to me and feel I am taller than them. The security and masculine energy comes from a now natural ability to relax and allow my strength to come through. You can learn it too…. Work on your inner game, and buy this ebook and video series. The Code of The Natural – Rob Brinded. You can find it by clicking here.

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This about when I finally had things come together for me. I was seeing a tall hot blonde and although she hated my highlights, it didn’t seem to matter. I was confident. I knew how attraction worked. I knew what I had to do. I knew what I needed to learn. And although my look was somewhat considered “model material” (as told to me by this incredible woman named Sam. ), I finally knew how to attract through my conversational techniques, and incredibly sexy personality. My looks finally meant something because I could now back them up with a high self-esteem and a new optimistic view of the world around me. Once my perspective of the world changed I was able to truly open up options I would have never believed before. Yes. Looks do not matter if your personality does not create attraction. Your conversations and how you talk to women will always be the deciding factor of being seen as just a friend, a one night stand, or enjoying long lasting relationships with any woman. I learned most of my conversational skills from David DeAngelo, David Wygant, and Mystery, but since then, Carlos Xuma has showed me something deeper and completely unforgettable skills on how to talk to women. I learned it from tons of his sources but he has put it all together in this one incredible product. If you want to learn what I know I recommend you buy it by clicking here.

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Yes! That is me stripping for a woman in a public bar. Click on the picture for a larger version. I not only did this as a birthday gift for a friend, but also as a learning process for me. I knew, to completely get over my fears of what others thought of me, to gain complete indifferent status, this would be a great way to do it. I put myself in a situation most would never even try. I never had trouble speaking in public, or playing music in front of large crowds, but I did have trouble believing I could be one hell of a sexy guy. I know this looks like I have a get body, so why wouldn’t I but you must understand I am in no way dancer/stripper material. So for me this took balls like I have never used before. After this experience I can tell you I finally felt I was there. I overcame fears I harbored for years and years and I walked away so much stronger. So much more sexier. I also learned the importance of making sure the area in which we’re going to dance in, is warm enough. I actually had to go to the bathroom right before it and warm myself up. If you know what I mean. I did not want shrinkage to ruin a perfectly awesome and enlightening evening.

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