For years, I struggled with love. Not because I wasn’t looking, but because I simply wasn’t good at it. I lacked confidence, had no game, and my self-esteem was at rock bottom.
Every time I tried to talk to a woman, I’d stumble over my words, second-guess myself, and end up embarrassing myself. The worst part? My colleagues at work knew it too.
“Mark, your pick-up lines are a disaster,” my friend Linda would tease. “No wonder you’re still single.”
I laughed it off, but deep inside, it hurt. I wanted love. I wanted someone to see me as a man worth being with. But rejection after rejection made me believe I wasn’t good enough.
Eventually, I gave up. to read more click here
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