Sure, in 2012 a lot of people considered me a “playboy” of sorts.
I was dating 4 girls at the same time, throwing parties where 200+ people attended…
But just 5 years earlier my girlfriend had broken up with me, I was more-or-less friendless, and I had such severe social anxiety if I ever even got an invitation to a party with strangers… I’d have to leave within 20 minutes because of panic attacks.
The moral of the story is I went from the bottom to the top, straight back down to the bottom… and had to learn to crawl my way out once again.
But read between the lines and the point is that I’m actually not special.
I didn’t know anything about women and failed over and over again with them.
Everything I achieved with women, I had to learn.
Sometimes that was through courses or books. Often through coaching mentors. And far too frequently through painful experiences.