About The Author

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

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

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, dynamite as well as mixing nitroglycerin into the slugs. The pay was good. One day there was an explosion in one of the dry houses. The next day we had to go around and gather any body parts that were missed. We found my high school friend’s thumb and lunch box but not much else. 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 hat USMC experience was an almost blank period in my dating life. I started going to night school college. Going at night to college in the East Coast had me experimenting with dating a handful of different college girls I met in classes. I gained over 30 credits.

I have an admit I had a deep level FEAR of approaching a beautiful women. 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 women. I even read self-help books, took psychology classes ... hoping.


I then transferred my handful of credits into the University of California in the West Coast. 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 hooking up with an attractive nursing student.

That nurse was a handful of love and brains. Beautiful beyond belief, 131 IQ who hardly studied to earn an "A" while I had to pound facts and data into my brain to 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 once she chastised me for turning my car key the opposite way to unlock it.

I was easy going. When she was short on money for tuition, someone offered to pay and she went to dinner with the guy. I even said OK. I didn’t know he would talk her into taking Seconal, a barbiturate that possesses anaesthetic, sedative and hypnotic properties. He took advantage of her to the fullest.

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 did I confronted the guy he melted away. I kind of felt sorry for him later. He had a good thing but he didn’t earn it. He stole it and would never find that again.

After that, our relationship was strained. I didn’t treat her the same. She started seeing another guy and I completely blew it in semi-drunk rage slapping her. Over the years we got together a few times but never seriously.

After 9-years in California, I returned to the East Coast and settled into a rural community and 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 couldn’t get over it. She in turn became the social climber. She dumped me and a few other guys eventually making it with a successful movie actor real estate tycoon, eventually marrying him to enjoy the millionaire’s life-style.

What to do? I lost all confidence. I got a job as a carpenter so I could beat up my body and numb my brain 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 flourished 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, 6-days a week. I made myself go out almost every night to meet woman to get in the game and find someone better.

In this quest I ran into a few class players. I observed them, used some of their stuff , learned and adapted what worked for them and fitted to me. I experimented with various pickup lines, techniques and methods chatting up and/or dating a girl(s) for the brief time the store took to get completed before it was time to move to the next project.

Going out almost every night resulted in experiencing the various interesting flavorful girls distinct for each area. We renovated numerous stores in Michigan, Illinois, Ohio, Florida, Tennessee, Georgia, New York, Jersey, Pennsylvania, Virginia, North and South Carolina. There are a lot of beautiful women in America; that is 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 until I found my 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 turned out to be a 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. I eventually married her and we’re together enjoying a good life.

Mind you, I’m just a carpenter! (although I have a B.S. degree, I only used it only briefly on 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 tips and knowledge I discovered form others or developed on my own along the road.

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George Bauer, George in the jungle

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