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About Me – Ciaran Callam
‘Sexist’ Men’s Dating Coach Writes Female Empowerment Novels
You know how people always tell us not to judge books by their covers, but we still do it anyway? F*cking weird, isn’t it?
The very second your eyes land on the form of another homosapien, your brain starts working overtime to construct their whole identity. Their age, job, intelligence, sense of humour, inherent level of worth and more are all logged by the OS that sits between your ears (You Version 1.3) well before they’ve even opened their mouth.
We all do it. I’m not any better.
FYI, this is one of the main reasons women reject you when you approach them. They make snap judgments about you based on your looks, clothes, voice, grooming, height, and whatever else, and decide that whatever they think it all implies about you is nothing they want to be a part of.
But like I tell my coaching clients, those women don’t know the real you from a hole in the wall. All they know are the fantasies they created about you in their ditzy blonde skulls.
But those fantasies aren’t reality.
They’re as false as the raving delusions of a psych ward patient repeatedly slamming her head into her cell’s padded walls while penning her manifesto with her own faeces.
