I watched as she wiggled her cute little ass, and pranced over to the calendar on her wall.
Giggling with excitement, she ripped a star off of the sticker sheet and stuck it gleefully to the calendar. The date was marked. Six days from today.
Six days until what, you ask?
Six days until I was going to get my penis touched. Hopefully.
Yes, you’re reading this right.
My girlfriend at the time was literally marking on her calendar when I was going to get some action. With little star stickers and hearts, nonetheless. At the time, I didn’t care. Action was action, and while I hadn’t had sex with this girl yet (or at all in my life up to this point), I knew it was only a matter of time until I finally was plowing my cock into her sweet pussy.
Oh yeah, this was before she made me a cuck. So it actually got worse, believe it or not.
This is why women can no longer get under my skin. It’s why they can find this blog, and all of the truths I write about them and society as a whole – and I walk out of that conversation with them even more hooked on me than they were before. That’s despite the fact that they just read about how I personally gamed them, as well as countless other women.
Seriously though, think about this story.
It was things like this that stripped me of my masculinity for the longest time. The most humiliating thing a girl ever did to me, but it inspired so much.
It inspired me to get bigger.
It inspired me to learn game.
It inspired me to go on a path hell-bent on self improvement.
It inspired me to write a book.
It inspired me to not make my happiness dependent on one girl.
These days, some women say to me I don’t have feelings. It’s not true. I care deeply about the girls I date. I love them, cherish them, hold them close at night. I am their pillar of strength, and they are my source of the beautiful feminine energy.
Girls can say whatever they would like to me. They can do whatever they’d like to do to me. It won’t hurt me. Nothing can. After having my entire masculine essence stripped of me by this first girl, both in the forms of getting cucked and of course – little stars on a whiteboard signaling when I would be rewarded with sex.
It killed me inside at the time. I was lost as a man. But in hindsight, I can’t thank that girl enough.
Her actions made me a star.
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