See what you can read in her subcommunications and comment below. Anything from feelings, gut reactions, impressions. What does her profile trigger in you. No wrong answers - let’s see what you all pick up on and puzzle out about her in a get in her head way. Drop your comments and I will review them. 🗳️ Let me know after I reviewed your comment, did you like this format — or was that too brutal?

been running the hypnosis tapes Ben put out. Ben asks us to talk about our wins, so here are some of mine from the last 3 weeks. social / Women: - Got noticeably closer with a girl, Maddie (talking daily, inside jokes, real emotional connection) - She hearted a romantic “this could be us” gif — a small, but clear signal - Suggested a nail idea as a joke (“red with Bow’s for Bo”)… she actually did it - I’m her date to a wedding - I asked her out - She messaged me late at night, - Other women have started to orbit me, and now I am learning to accept these moments Presence shifts: - I’m dancing with women now — something I avoided forever - Abby, Chloe, Mel, Libby, before all these same girls are too afraid now, done without overthinking it - Way less hesitation, way more “just go.” Work: - Tips are up (about +1–2% consistently, sometimes 4-5 %) - Clear link: when my vibe is high → money goes up Life / Internal: - School is going way smoother than before, and grades are better - I feel calmer, more grounded, less in my head - Things that used to feel hard are just… easier - much more present Before, I was drowning; now I am breathing. I am not perfect, and there are many levels to go, but I am loving my growth. Highly encourage the tapes guys.

Don't aspire to be a human dildo. Make them feel a thrill and own their soul.

You're not grieving her, you're grieving a world where idealistic love is true. And worse, you wanted it to be real because that idealism and relationship equity seems right. Fair. Just. How things ought to be. So neat and comforting. We embed the myth deep into our collective subconscious. The man who sees that clearly can love without illusion.

You started inside someone. Not close to. Inside. Heartbeat on heartbeat. Her warmth wasn’t comfort — it was the baseline. The default state. There was no “me” and “you.” No edge. No silence. Just one breathing thing, two nervous systems firing into each other like the same circuit. Then they cut the cord. Cold air. Silence. And every nerve wired for other suddenly found nothing. That nothing isn’t abstract. It’s physical. The body remembers. We gestated inside another body. We fed at the breast for years. Like marsupials, we were designed to cling. To fuse. To feel another nervous system — constant, warm, close. Our biology is the biology of contact. Separation The primary wound isn’t abandonment. That word is too small. This isn’t about one woman who left, or a father who wasn’t there. It’s older than all of that. Pre-verbal. Before you had language for warmth, you were cut from it. The consciousness woke up expecting company and found silence. You’ve been calling it loneliness. You’ve been calling it neediness. It’s none of those things. Here’s what most men do with this wound. They find a woman. They pour the ache into her. They make her responsible for the warmth that was cut away before they had words for it. When she can’t fill it — because no one can — they pour harder. Some chase. Some perform. Some go cold and call it independence. All of them are reaching. You can’t therapize your way out. Insight alone won’t touch it. Most men spend years narrating the pattern beautifully… and still repeat it. The first step isn’t healing. It isn’t even change. It’s seeing clearly. Looking at the raw thing itself — where it lives, how it moves. The ache you were born with isn’t a character flaw. It isn’t weakness. It’s the starting condition of every human being who ever lived — the structural echo of a separation that happened before consciousness had a name. You were built for contact. You’ve been operating in a contact deficit since the day you were born. The need for physical connection is not born of a 'wound', although often in nice guys the normal ache has been amplified up and twisted into a perverse control mechanism.