Hello from Madagascar!

About two months ago, my girlfriend of one year and I decided never to share the same bed again.

Thirty lonely and horny nights later, I figured it was time to look for someone new to steal my hoodies.

Surprisingly, getting phone numbers wasn’t hard at all.

Whenever I saw a beautiful woman, I’d approach her, start a conversation, and ask for her number. I did eight cold approaches and got eight numbers.

But the step after that was tougher than a math test: getting them to agree to a date. They always seemed interested but never committed to meeting up.

Three times, I got as far as scheduling a date, only for the lady to cancel the day before. *

One stunning woman actually showed up, and the date went as well as it possibly could. We ended it with a kiss and even scheduled another date—but then disaster struck: she ghosted me.

I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong. Maybe I come off as needy because I care too much—texting every day or every other day.

Man... I’m really lost.