Hey,
It was the summer 1975 and I was just getting out of my 8th grade English class.
We had to memorize 30
prepositions in alphabetical order and recite each one clearly, in order, in under 30 seconds.
I aced it. And - oddly - I can still do it.
I practiced the whole night before and was nervous - but I freakin' nailed it. I got a lot of self-satisfaction out of doing well in school and I think it irritated the pretty girl I sat next to. She couldn't get past "about, above, across" - the first three stinking words for Pete's sake.
My smirk told her I thought it was amusing. Whoops.
Her name was Cheri Geldmacher. I remember the spelling because, beside being an excellent speller, I have sort of a photographic memory
for words and numbers.
And, I'll admit it now. The name "Cheri" made me think of "cherry" which to most 8th grade boys is kind of dirty and gives us boners.
Anyway, I digress.
Upon leaving the classroom, Cheri caught me staring at her perpetually skin-tight Levi's. She then looked at my bare, boyish legs (it was summer and I was wearing shorts) and said, "Wow, you must shave your legs!"
My face flushed with embarrassment and hurt. I had to come up with something fast - she was walking away. All of the sudden my lightning quick wit whirred into motion and I yelled back, "Yeah, well, you're so flat-chested you must sleep on your
stomach!"
Even Steven, I like to say. Not bad for being under the gun. I thought of better stuff later as usual. But I never got a chance to use it.
What would have been so much better, though, is if I could have been more like my best buddy John. Even in 8th grade John had the gift of not giving a crap about girls and what they said or thought about him. I never knew how he did that. I envied that.
And I sat in amazement as I watched all the girls chase him around like he was a god or something. He was the ONLY 8th grader I knew who got all the lovin' he wanted.
The rest of us were stuck in our reactive, insecure, little boy mode for who knew how long.
Why the hell am I telling you this? It's because of this line in the story.
"My face flushed with embarrassment and hurt."
Do you know what that feels like? That uncontrollable hot reactive rush of shame, anger and pain?
As adult men we can still feel that EXACT emotion at the hands of a woman who is using her secret weapon of disapproval and emasculation.
Too often we wind up showing her the same level of maturity and self-esteem I showed to Cheri Geldmacher. It's why I never stood a chance with
her.
And it's exactly why so many of us struggle in relationships with women who lose respect and attraction for us.
Acting like an 8th grader will always drive away the connection, respect, affection and intimacy we want with women - or anyone else for that matter - but especially women!
I took a brief "training class" for 28 years in a marriage where I learned every single way a man can release his inner 8th grader. This gave me the insight to know exactly what you may be going through. I know what it feels like.
And when I took this insight into my deep study of
masculinity, femininity, relationships and sex, I unlocked a Pandora' Box of secrets that have been kept out of your hands for the last 40 years.
Why didn't somebody tell us this stuff in high school?
You MUST learn the truth about why your dad wasn't able to tell you and why most women were afraid to...and still are.
Some guys, like my buddy John, skated around the screwed up "education" you and I received about men, women and sex.
There is a strength within you waiting to be unleashed. It's a unstoppable feeling of confidence, worthiness and value which squash the inner 8th grader. It doesn't kill him. It's simply makes you feel like a man who knows how to handle his inner kid.
And it's irresistible to women.
Even better - it becomes a permanent, non-negotiable part of your mojo that you'll welcome back with open arms.
My latest article goes a little more deeply into how our triggered 8th grader can cause us to say and do things to sabotage our relationships.
Take careful note. I DO NOT let
women off the hook for being reactive, triggered little 8th grade pains in the ass. Believe me, I know what you're thinking.
My mission is to teach you first how to deal with it within yourself so you respond in ways that will totally change your life - and just maybe - your
relationship.
I tend to give so much away on these calls some guys think I solved their problem in just one hour. I'm really good at transforming men's mojo, but that's a little ridiculous.
It's more like this as one 90-Day
Masculine Confidence Intensive graduate just emailed me today:
"I don' know what I expected when I started, maybe a magic spell, close my eyes and wake up as some sort of super confident, self aware, red-pill taking, unfuckwithably great man. But it's
not called "work" for nothing..it requires time and dedication and action and sometimes it's hard...but like work if you do it diligently it has rewards."
Yep. Work always has it's rewards.
Lotta love, brother
P.S. The video below has nothing to do with this newsletter. It's just a funny story of a couple I saw while sitting around a hot spring yesterday in Saratoga,
WY.
P.P.S. The next men's retreat at my place is (almost) hard set for Saturday, October 1st. It's a 24 hr. retreat - 11am - 11am. Still $297. If you are thinking of coming and can make this date, do me a favor. Hit reply and say so. I would really appreciate that. And for past attendees, yeah, no brats this time!
Prepare to learn stuff and feel stuff you don't expect. Being a man these days can feel
futile and complicated if you're not hanging with other men learning what we should have known in our 20's.
