There I was, single and for the most part..
Alone in a city where I knew no one.
Twenty-five years old, going through a divorce and whatever fitted in my jam packed Tahoe, is what I took with me.
I felt scared. I felt alone. I felt free.
Free you may ask?
How could you have possibly felt free when you were scared and alone?
I’ll tell you.
It was my first time that I was going to live my life on my own terms, with no one else to please and no one else’s opinions to answer to.
I had removed the chains that I allowed to keep me prisoner and I was ready to conquer and devour my freedom with full ambition and enthusiasm.
I didn’t know how I was going to meet people, where I would find new friends or how I would even discover who I was, my real self. But I could taste the adventure as one tastes the salty air that the ocean waves bring.
This was going to be the adventure of a lifetime. In my heart I promised myself that I would no longer live a live full of mediocrity, compromising my hearts desires at the approval and pleasure of those around me.
No, I would conquer now by living out of my own heart and I would defy all, at all costs.
But where exactly would I start? How would I kick this new adventure into gear at full throttle?
Right before I left my home and all that I knew, Brad told me “Hey stay in touch with me. Find me on MySpace.”
What the hell was MySpace? I had no idea, but in efforts to stay in touch with Brad, I discovered MySpace and from there little did I know, but my adventure would begin to unfold.
Secretly, I have always been a lover of men. While most girls were shy around boys, I was the opposite. In kindergarten, while the boys were chasing the other girls around to pin them down for a kiss…
I was chasing the boys.
The perfect circle of a chase: boy chasing girls, and me chasing the boy.
In my young age I was rather insecure about it, now I laugh as I saw my mischievous ways beginning their story.
So when my world was opened to the gigantic world of MySpace, it was as if my playground grew beyond my own comprehension and the boys I would chase down for a kiss became a limitless field for me.
There I was with my laptop, MySpace opened and my eyes as wide as the sun.
Man after man appeared and with the click of a button, I could see each and every single one of their beautiful faces.
That in itself I could write page upon page about, however I would not be content to just see images of these beautiful men…
I wanted to experience them.
I needed to meet them.
I needed to kiss them.
Enter “Mr. Gorgeous”.
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