Relax.

I see you lifting.

I see you watching what you put in your body.

I see you reading, and learning, meeting new people and taking on new hobbies.

I see you working your ass off and making smart money moves.

But you still haven’t gotten laid. At this point you’ve internalized enough TRP literature to fill a library, and still nothing.

You’re frustrated. Probably wondering what’s gone wrong, or questioning whether this shit works.

Relax.

Give it a little time. Not even a lot of time. Just a little.

I was a kissless virgin for all nineteen years of my life. I moved out, started looking at the world through red lenses, and rapidly built my self into someone impressive. Two months on my own and I started whining about how I still couldn’t get laid. Two more months of building my social life from nothing since I wasn’t allowed out of the house when living with my parents, and I found myself in a situation where the logistics where right.

Even when you have the girl alone with you, there still will be a large step between talking or whatever you’re doing to kissing and foreplay. I’m just warning you. The first time taking that step will scare the shit out of you, and even the second and third times will be scary as well.

But stop worrying about it. You’re telegraphing desperation it’s coming out of your pores and scaring people off.

Calm down. You’re doing okay. Give it time.