Anyone who would see me today walking on the boardwalk sexy woman on my arm would not deny that I was a Champ. Anyone who would see me tonight at the club entertaining a large crowd of men and women and drinking for free would not deny that I was a boss. Any of my clients who would see me get out of my kickass truck in a power suit and walk in their situation with a much needed solution would not deny that I am The Man. But it wasn’t always so.

I grew up in a military town damn that uniform is sexy. I used to attempt to go out sarging a few nights a week always with the same friend who had some party experience. Being a sheltered chronic beta I would always approach my friend with the same question No dude where are the women at. You see we’d always go to bars and clubs that had a good 1:1 ratio of women men or a solid 1:3:2 ration of women GIs men.

You see I’d go out to clubs and sit by myself like a dejected loser hunched over the bar and sipping my beer and hoping just hoping that a pretty young lady would come and talk to me. Every once and again one of them would. I would buy her drinks tell her my sob story and she would graciously sit there and listen because I was pouring drinks into her. She would pat me on the back offer me patronizing there there s and then ask that we do a round of lemondrops for her and her friends.

My biggest problem with picking up women back in the day wasn’t my opposition. You see I always thought that my opponents would always win because they had better pay benefits health coverage etc. Anything I could do to blame anyone but myself for my lack of pussy I would do it. But what was my real problem. I was a giant faggot. The truth is that women gravitate towards strong dominant and dynamic men even if they’re ugly and broke.