About The Author

I grew up like most guys, awkward with the girls, shy, not knowing what to say and not knowing what was important in life. In high school I even started hanging around guys who “scored” to learn their game plan. On a very basic level I began to learn a little about women but was always shaky especially around the really hot beautiful ones.

A few of us got jobs working in a nearby explosives factory after high school cutting slugs into gunpowder, working in dry houses and packaging explosives such as C4 and dynamite. We were constantly rotating jobs which made it more fun. I was also mixing nitroglycerin into the brew that later would become slugs that would be pressed out into smaller slugs and then spaghetti like noodles and cut into smokeless powder flakes. The pay was good.

One day there was an explosion in one of the dry houses. Although there were static lines to everything, anything could have set it off, even gravel caught in the sole of one’s shoe. In the next days some of us had to go around and gather debris and clean up the place. We found my high school friend’s thumb and lunch box among the debris. I started thinking seriously about making some changes.

For a change of pace, I joined the Marine Corps, served my time and earned an honorable discharge. But that USMC experience was an almost blank period in my dating life. Even while in the Marine Corps I'd have a hard time speaking to hot waitresses or some of the knockout beautiful barmaids I'd want to connect with. When I got back into civilian life that same problem plagued me. The fear of a combat situation was somewhat equivalent to approaching a really beautiful, knockout gorgeous woman ... back then.

I started taking night school college courses. Going at night to college in the East Coast had me experimenting with dating a handful of different college girls I'd meet in classes.

I have to admit I had a deep level FEAR of approaching a beautiful women on campus, in class ... anywhere. It's similar to STAGE FRIGHT or speaking in front of a large audience. You feel like everyone is staring into your mind, boring holes into the recesses of your head.

And when I managed to get up enough nerve to make a feeble attempt to start a conversation, the tension in my voice betrayed that real nervous guy inside.

I was getting nowhere. I even got a salesman's job thinking it would help overcome my jittery approach when trying to meet and talk to women. I even read self-help books, took psychology classes ... trying and hoping. I gained over 30 college credits at night school and it was slow, expensive progress.

I then transferred my handful of credits into the University of California on the West Coast where school was cheaper. What a smorgasbord of opportunity! I’ve dated numerous college girls, a slew of airline stewardesses at one phase, waitresses, actresses, secretaries, models, university alumni, a few doctors and professional business women and finally, as luck would have it, hooking up with an attractive nursing student.

That nurse was a handful of love and brains and had me spell-bound. Beautiful beyond belief, 131 IQ who hardly studied to earn an "A" while I had to pound facts and data into my mellon to just simply pass tests. She only had to do things once to learn. Not me. I’d make mistakes a few times before I learned. I remember her correcting me for turning my car door key the opposite way.

I was easy going. Once, when she was once short on money for tuition and I wasn't around, some guy offered to lend her some and she went to dinner with the guy. I even said it was OK. I didn’t know he would talk her into taking Seconal (a barbiturate that possesses anesthetic, sedative and hypnotic properties). He took advantage of her to the fullest. That's letting your guard down in California.

I didn’t find out about it until months later. She was seeing him out of guilt and dating me at the same time. When I confronted the guy he melted away fast. I kind of felt sorry for him later on. He had a good thing but he didn’t earn it. He stole it on the sly and would never find that girl again.

After that episode our relationship was strained. I didn’t treat her the same light. She started seeing another guy and I completely blew it in semi-drunk rage, even slapped her and was in battle mode with that other guy. Things went south fast. Over the years we got together a few times but never seriously.

She in turn became an adept social climber. After she dumped me and a few other guys, one after the other, she eventually made it with a successful movie actor real estate tycoon, eventually marrying him to enjoy the millionaire’s life-style.

After 9-years in California I saw enough and returned to the East Coast and settled into a rural community close to where I grew up in. I thought I had entered a monastery. Compared to California, the opportunities to meet beautiful women were bleak, almost non-existent. I had been kicked in the teeth by that nurse I was head over heels in love with and still couldn’t get over it.

What to do? I had lost all confidence. I needed constant action and got a job as a carpenter where I would beat up my body and numb my brain by framing houses. I was forced to pay attention so I wouldn’t cut off my fingers or smash my thumb repeatedly with a hammer. Those were the days before nail guns and where you had to nail off the sheathing and roofs by hammer. I did that for years. I lost a lot of smashed blackened fingernails thinking about her. I still couldn’t get her out of my head.

Then I began traveling throughout the U.S. remodeling new tenant stores in shopping malls for a 4-year period. It was a hard gig. 10-hour days or more, 6-days a week. I made myself go out almost every night to meet a woman to get in the game ... to find someone better.

In this crazy quest I ran into a few class players. I observed them, used some of their stuff, learned and adapted what worked and fitted it to me. The only way to know for sure if something works is to prove it to yourself. And, I had a lot of opportunity to do just that.

I read a few books along the way, experimented with various pickup lines, techniques and other methods chatting up and/or dating a girl(s) for the brief time these store we remodeled took to get completed. Then it was time to move to the next project. But the key to social dynamics is in the proof.

Going out almost every night resulted in experiencing and dating endless interesting girls. Each city and area of the country is distinct for atmosphere and certain social twists. I always aimed at the most beautiful and hottest girls I spotted. I found most with good personalities and a few with serious character flaws. Some where knockouts and left me real flavorful memories of good times along the way.

We renovated numerous stores mainly in Michigan, Illinois, Ohio, Florida, Tennessee, Georgia, New York, Jersey, Pennsylvania, Virginia, North and South Carolina. There're a lot of beautiful women in America; for sure!! Memorable though brief encounters lasting 3 or so weeks at best … construction deadlines and the road forced me and the crew to move on.

Eventually I settled down, joined an East Coast Carpenters Union and dated girls around town and the New York City area. I was on a tear meeting and dating some really hot women until I found a particular cream of the crop.

Academically she was another straight A-type student in college. In 5-years of college she scored only one B grade. That I can't fathom. I don’t know why I get attracted to that type of girl cause I have a hard time just getting a B on a test.

She also, as it turned out, was a one-time Ford Agency fashion model. This college educated former Miss America contestant and executive secretary to the president of one of the largest corporation in the world was attracted to me! On top of all that she was a professional tennis player in her younger years. Her face was all over billboards and magazines.

She traveled and associated in circles I would never have travel in, got invited to parities with the rich and famous; completely out of my league, yet we connected. She’s 15 years younger than I am. Anyhow, she's currently my main squeeze and we’re together enjoying the good life.

Mind you, I’m just a carpenter! (although I have a B.S. degree, I used it only briefly in the West Coast). I’m not much to look at, not a lot of money in the bank and like Garth’s country song goes, “I have friends in low places.”

Nevertheless, I want to pass on some core concepts and observations I learned as well as all the knowledge I discovered. Also I picked up some great stuff from others I want to share with you. Also the confidence that if you're ever dumped, how to pick yourself up and score the best ... again and again.

I want you to succeed in your life and not make the mistakes I made. It doesn't have to be so for you. The learning curb for me with women was steep, gut wrenching and expensive and yes I've read the latest dating ebooks and guides. Some are good, others are not so good. Anyhow, I crunched what I feel is the best stuff along with my experiences into these guides.

If you're a man, you'll want to attract, find and date the most beautiful women you can lay your hands on and develop a relationship that would inspire any observer to take notice. I'm here to give back what I learned and make that possible for you. Just click here to order now and you can download the 350+ pages of hard-gained knowledge immediately, even if it is 2 A.M.

The best to you!

George Bauer, George from the jungle

“The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes, author

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