Hi. I'm your competition, & whether you like it or not, you're being compared to me and guys like me. I don't have any noticeable flaws, emotionnal hangups, or needy tendencies. When I get blown out, I feel sorry for what she doesn't know she is missing. When I close, it's expected, and when I'm gone, women play DJ scribbles while they're thinking of me.

While you are playing video games, I am lifting. While you're picking out your outfit, I'm doing crunches so I can take my clothes off. While you're at your job, I'm at my career. While you're hanging in your parents basement, I'm paying off my mortgage. While you're questionning whether she likes you or not, I've already found out. When you're pining over the one that got away, I'm making her laugh and horny but walk away because she's not that interesting. While you're pissing around on the internet, I'm emailing, texting and calling all the women you're too much of a pussy to try and attract.

And the worst part is, you probably hold women in higher regards than I do, and treat them with more respect, care, and kindness than I ever have. Do you hate me? You should, because I'm the guy she wishes your text was from. I'm the guy that makes you feel two feet tall, I'm the reason that women have their emotions guarded, and I'm the guy you'd punch out if you weren't such a little bitch.

If you can't find enough motivation to change your life just by thinking about all the beautiful ladies you don't know yet, you can find that motivation by thinking about me, blowing it on the love of your life's face, then not calling her. You've got to be better, work harder, and do more to be her hero.

Or you can just skip your workout today, stay home tonight & jerk off. Please do, because that makes it so much easier for me and all the other assholes like me that are doing what needs done to impress the fairer sex.