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“Hey, are you Lucio? Man, you changed my life!”
That wasn’t the best moment to chat. I would have liked to give him some more time, but it truly wasn’t the right time. So I flashed a smile, raised my eyebrows, and said with a neutral tonality “oh, thanks man”.
The day after, I had to think about that quick interaction. I never set out to be anybody’s teacher. But it made me reflect on how far I had come in life.
Today, I am living life my way. Exactly how I dreamed it.
But you would have never guessed it.
I started life as the biggest underdog ever. Socially unaware, romantically mediocre, emotionally illiterate, psychology-blind, and gullible AF (see story below).
My ex texted me…
I immediately dropped everything I was doing.
It was like a heavenly embrace lifting me out of darkness. You should know: those days I was scraping the bottom of the barrel.
I was sleeping little and dreaming mostly of my ex. All I could think of was how to get her back.
For a while she chased me hard to get back together.
But everything changed when she shared on Facebook a picture of her… Lying in bed with the new guy.
She was pointing at him with the caption saying “I like”.
I later found out she orchestrated it all, but I was the easiest target.
In the following days her mental torture intensified. “you and I, we were more just like friends after all”, she told me. Retroactively friend-zoning me, and implying that the new guy was a “real” boyfriend / man.
Something like that were to happen to me today, I’d shake my head in mild disgust and smile while muttering “how low”.
But back then me wasn’t today’s me.
Back then, her words were a dagger through my heart. And my crotch. And everything in between.
Not that much time has passed, after all. Ten years.
But it feels like a lifetime ago. A distant, greyed out memory of a me that doesn’t exist anymore.
Monstruous learning, countless adventures, more than a hundred notches and a personal growth that transcended those notches as a measure of my worth, I am SO grateful for that heartbreak.
As a matter of fact, I am most grateful for my searing losses, the most bitter rejections, and the hardest times of my life.
They have been the best teachers.