I knew from an early age that I was special. During my teenage years I was sent home from P.E because my lesbian instructor thought I was stuffing my gym shorts. I wasn't. Even my ultra-conservative mom still awkwardly jokes about my size.

Growing up I thought that because of my gift girls would come easy. That I could be kind and sensitive and still attract women. Naturally, I went through High School as a virgin. I dated the first girl that took an interest in me in college. I stayed in that shitty relationship and watched her leave me for some Russian guy.

It drove me nuts. I was ultra compassionate and did everything to please her. I treated her like a 10 even though she wasn't. One time I walked for miles in the rain to surprise her with her favorite candy after class. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong. Im moderately good looking, compassionate, and hung. What more can a girl want?

Thinking I was lacking something physical, I spent the next year on personal development. I hit the gym frequently, ate better, and invested in clothes that fit me. Yet somehow my luck with women hadn't progressed. In fact it had regressed since now I wasn't having any sex at all. What's wrong? I am admittedly somewhat of a romantic but why is that such a turn off to Western women?

Over time I got sick of being rejected so I changed my game. It was clear that my approach wasn't working. In a way I had nothing to lose. On my next date I was a deliberate dick. Men, I really wish I could say that she didn't respond to it but she did. Fast forward a few hours and I'm plowing her doggy on my living room couch. I took the lesson to heart and re-vamped my game. Don't get me wrong, I still do sweet things for my girls and I enjoy doing them. Except now I do it with less frequency. Instead of giving it freely I now make them earn my compassion and attention.

The lesson is, gentleman, no matter what you have going for you, TRP philosophy still applies.