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. 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.

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 caledl 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!”.

• Inner Game,

• Outer Game,

• Confidence,

• Self Esteem,

• Strong Sexual Body Language, and a

• Deep knowledge of women.

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