Perspective
I’m not complaining, but I have to admit my two best friends are way better at picking up women than I am: one’s funny and a smooth talker, the other has so much confidence he sweeps women off their feet. I’m definitely the best looking of us, but I can’t compete with them in charm.
From Others
I finally knew I was handsome when even some gay guys showed interest. Jokes aside, the biggest advantage is that I feel confident approaching anyone, and so far, I’ve only had beautiful girlfriends.
Wild Desires
Between 16 and 40, I was shameless. Looking back now, I behaved disgustingly. I had no clue what loyalty meant and sometimes juggled three girlfriends at once. I didn’t care who I hurt because I thought, if a new girl shows up, why say no? Now, I live only for my fiancée and our dogs. I don’t chase anyone or cheat. I’d never betray her, and I’m ashamed of my past.
The Best
My short answer? "Good!" I watch my poor friends struggling to pick up a girl, while I just walk up and it’s done.
Wasted
Being an extroverted ladies’ man might seem lucky, but for me, it’s more of a curse. I’d much rather stay home watching movies, reading, or playing video games.
The Rejection
I got so used to everyone liking me and effortlessly getting whoever I wanted, that it hit me hard when a woman I truly desired didn’t want anything from me. I, the heartbreaker, was willing to stoop low and chase after my love. I thought it was only a matter of time before she’d give in once she saw I was serious—but I was wrong. She said she was disgusted even by the thought of me, calling me "repulsive inside." That hit me hard and made me rethink who I am and how I live. I want to believe I’ve changed for the better since then and I’m genuinely grateful to her for holding up a mirror.
A Curse
I’m 192 cm (6'3") tall, have a six-pack—thanks to serious training—and I guess I’m handsome because my teammates call me the "Disney Prince." Sure, good looks are great, but often a double-edged sword. For me, it means I attract the kind of girls I’m not into. The "babe" types chase me, but I’m into average-looking, glasses-wearing bookworm types. They either don’t take me seriously or don’t believe my intentions are genuine. My sister’s in the same boat: she’s a blonde bombshell, but only muscle-heads try with her, while the guys she likes don’t even dare approach.
The Surface
I was always skinny, but then I started lifting—and using steroids—so now I’m considered a catch. What can I say? My quality of life improved a thousand percent. I still never get tired of women actually noticing me instead of looking through me.
Peti, the Ugly Guy
I used to wear glasses, had acne, and carried about 13 kilos (29 lbs) of baby fat even in high school. Then I started working out, had eye surgery, cleared up my skin, and the world opened up. Girls who ignored me in school were suddenly interested at our reunion. Female coworkers giggle when I walk by, and some women boldly flirt. I’m getting used to it, but I can’t say I enjoy it because it feels so superficial. I know it’s just about looks; my soul hasn’t changed—it’s still the same as when I was ugly. Girls, where were you when I didn’t look good?
The Burden
Here’s a downside: women can be overwhelming. They grab my butt, bump into me on purpose at clubs, "accidentally" press their chests against my arm (which I hate), and often get really upset if I turn them down—especially when they’re drunk. Older women can be shamelessly forward too.
