Have any of you been in a situation where you would formerly consider yourself in love? I will guess probably. It's really a beautiful thing -- hear me out. It catches you off guard, suddenly you've got this warm blanket of something you've never quite felt before. She showers you with admiration, you see her eyes light up when you walk into a room. It feels euphoric, secure -- it feels like the truth.

Well let me tell you, it is the truth, but it has nothing to do with her.

Again, It has nothing to do with her.

The reason you in love is because when the hypergamous woman selects you as a mate, she projects that highest version of you. She see's the status, the potential, the freedom. The thing that makes us feel in love is really just lining up with the highest version of ourselves. That's it, it is all self love. The brief, although intense admiration from a woman in those beginning weeks gives us permission to see ourselves in that way. It feels good because it's the truth. We forget about our faults, insecurities and doubts. The highest vision of ourselves comes to life. That's the beautiful thing, the warm blanket, the euphoria.

Unfortunately most men credit the woman for the feeling, so they fall apart when she inevitably leaves.

A woman can leave and take everything you've ever bought and given her. It doesn't matter. She can't take your vision, your ambition, your zest for life. She can't take away your path. She can't take your brotherhood. She can't take your potential for greatness.

Your value exists in all of those things that a woman can never ever take away from you. If you feel awful when she leaves, you are operating under a false premise that she is a piece of what makes you valid and worthy of the life you want. The proper response is to thank her for briefly being a mirror -- a reminder of who you are, and let her walk the fuck away.

The love you felt you can tap into right this minute on your own by lining up with the true you -- because again it had absolutely nothing to do with her.