A while back, my LTR asked me how I got to be the way I am. I told her the truth. “Hard work.”

The other day I was with her, and after fucking her she looks at me and says, “I know you work out hard, but you were BORN like this. You were always like this.” She could not fathom that I had to build myself up to what I am now.

She doesn’t know that I was a fat kid who got picked on in primary school. She doesn’t know that I was the worst basketball player on my middle school team. She doesn’t know that I was a skinny weakling in high school, and that I only started taking the gym seriously in college. And she definitely doesn’t know that I was a virgin until 21.

She wants to believe the myth of YOU. She wants to know that the genes you’re pumping into her are superior to the lesser man. While men respect others who work hard and grind for their success, women can’t empathize with it. They just want the winner.

There’s nothing to gain by telling your plate/LTR about the tribulations and troubles of your past. Keep it to yourself, it will feed the mystery and myth of you in her eyes.