They lurk in the darkness. They scurry around, invisible and silent, gnawing away at the support structures. Somewhere in there, my fears. On a random night, when it’s late, I flip on the light switch, and there they are, too many to count. Perhaps it was triggered by something. A failure somewhere, where I had

I’m standing on the subway platform when she catches my eye. I look over at her. And then… I see her subtly look in my general vicinity. Is she attracted to me? I wonder to myself. Asking that question is a mistake in and of itself. This is because women often don’t know themselves when

Success. There’s nothing quite like it to fill your sac with confidence. Things work out between you and a girl, and all of a sudden it feels like you’re part of the “get’s it” crowd. The stink of desperation washes off of you like a hot shower. And, conversely, there’s nothing quite like a dry

I’m not where I want to be. All of this is killing me. I’ve been doing way too much. Working too much. Running around. And I’m not enjoying it. I have almost no free time to myself. I’m running myself ragged. I don’t like where I’m at and how it feels. I’m jumpy all the

Positive self-talk. There’s a reason guys are skeptical. You want to live in reality. You don’t want to make things up in your mind. You don’t want to just think you are excellent, you want to BE excellent. You didn’t get into this to fool yourself. You have a healthy attachment to reality. You know

When you were a kid, if every morning your mother told you, “Look at you. You’re such a loser. You’re an unattractive slob. Nobody likes you.” How would that change your life? What if instead, your mother told you every day in a loving tone of voice, “Look at you. You are so smart and

It first came out as a joke. I’m in an art gallery with my friend looking at some photos. There is a hot photo of a girl with a guitar practically making love to the camera. “Wow, she’s pretty hot,” I say to my friend. “Oh yeah. That’s Michelle Branch” he says. “She wants me,

The date was amazing. Oh. My. God. I can’t believe how much chemistry was there. I can’t believe how much we connected. I can’t believe how HOT it was! And you start to think about her. And think about her. And think about her. It’s nice to think about her. But there comes a point