Feel free to listen while you read (you better do):
Dear Woman Hater,
I feel your pain. I really do.
“which pain?” you ask.
The pain you feel every time you see a beautiful girl who holds the hand of another man. “He must be an asshole”. You know that he is a jerk, otherwise she wouldn’t date him. Because we all know that women only date jerks who treat them like shit. You would be better for her. You would make her happy. You hate her for being happy with THIS GUY.
The pain you feel whenever one of your friends tells you about their new girlfriend and the amazing sex they had last night. You like your friends, but whenever you are meeting them, you wish that none of them starts to talk about anything that is related to girls, sex and your relationship status. When someone brings up this topic, you look at him with disgust. You try to hide your shaking hands and your sweaty palms while you start to hate your friend.
The pain you feel whenever you are in a club holding on to your drink as if it was your lifeline, while you stare at all the sexy girls on the dancefloor. “Look at these sluts” you think to yourself. You would give everything for the attention of one of those “sluts”.
The Pain you feel whenever you jerk off to some hardcore clip in which women are treated like crap. You feel powerful while you watch how some aggressive guy rapes this innocent-looking girl. You want to be this aggressive guy. You want to have this power. Watching her getting fucked like a piece of meat gives you the illusion of power. The only problem is that you feel weak when you ejaculate in your own hands.
The pain you feel whenever you click on a website that is run by a guy who has the goal to motivate, educate and inspire men who are just like you. “This is a scam!” you scream before you even read the first paragraph. You don’t have any success with women and you don’t want others, especially a guy like me, to have what you don’t have.
Dear Woman Hater, Do I Make You Angry?
Dear woman hater, how do you feel right now?
Angry, I guess. Embittered, I suppose.
I know exactly what you are thinking right now.
You want to close this article. You can’t stand it that I know everything about your pain. You can’t stand it that I undressed you in such a cruel and relentless way.
Oh, and you are already thinking about what you are going to write on the Slut Hate forum. You are also thinking about the comment that you are going to place under this article and the nasty email that you are going to send me.
It goes something like this:
Yeah I am talking to you, Sebastian. Are you really stupid enough to believe that women don’t deserve anything but hate? Oh man, if you would know…
A couple of years ago I (insert the one bad experience that made you quit on women and life). This is proof enough that ALL women are stupid whores.
You will also come to realize that the only thing that these hoes deserve is someone who smacks them and who uses them as a sperm dumpster. They are good to put your dick in, but not for more. Women are useless holes because (insert a reason why you are a victim).
A Woman Hater “
In case you feel triggered to send me an email, you can use this as a template. The only thing you have to do is to fill in your bad experience and the reason why you are a poor victim who has every reason in the world to hate women.
I promise that I won’t tell anyone that the only reason why you hate women is because you can’t get them. I won’t tell anyone that you cry yourself to sleep at night while you wish you had a girl lying next to you. I won’t tell anyone that the only reason why you call women “whores” and “sluts” is because they sleep with other guys and NOT with you.
I won’t tell anyone.
I Was Just Like You
I will, however, tell you that I was just like you.
I am dead serious.
I remember how I was sitting in the park looking at all the beautiful girls and how I felt when I looked at their boyfriends. I was jealous, I was full of hate. Sometimes I even thought about killing those stupid motherfuckers. Have you ever had the same thoughts?
I remember how I was sitting in the old pub in my tiny hometown that my friends and I used to go to. I got nervous whenever I walked through the door, knowing that my friends were waiting for me. I prayed that none of them had a new girlfriend. Whenever one of them told the group about the girl they were seeing, my heart started to race and my palms began to sweat. Deep down I wished that every one of them had the same “bad luck” as I had. Did you ever feel like a terrible friend?
I remember how I was staring in the club, drinking one shot after another, just to numb the pain that I felt while I was staring at all the hot girls on the dancefloor. I hated the taste of alcohol, but I swallowed it anyway. I hoped that being drunk would finally give me the courage to talk to one of them…but it only made me feel helpless, which made me hate myself and women even more.
I remember how I was jerking off to porn that was so degrading for the girls that it makes me sick to my stomach to think about how many times I ejaculated to this poison. The power I felt was invigorating for the five minutes that I needed to come. The feeling it left me with was neither powerful nor invigorating.
I remember how I clicked on a website that was run by a guy who had the goal to motivate, educate and inspire men who were just like me. “This must be a scam!” I screamed. I was convinced that it is impossible to love women, to seduce them and to make them happy.
I wanted to write the same hate comment that you want to write right now. But right before I pressed the submit comment button, something inside of me clicked. My gut feeling told me that there has to be an alternative to hate.
A Woman Hater’s Journey
I didn’t just want to find it out. I needed to find it out. Otherwise, my hate would have destroyed me.
So I went on a quest.
I embarked on a journey that changed my life forever. I embarked on my own hero’s journey.
I studied the art of seduction. I read every article I could find and watched every video I could get my hands on. I tested every method and I had some success. I began to love myself. I began to love women. I began to love my life.
But the change didn’t happen overnight.
There were the dark days and there were a lot of them. The days where I tried something new and failed miserably were educational but also incredibly painful. The days where I got rejected over and over again taught me more than the days where I succeeded, but they also felt twice as painful.
There were a lot of dark days that forced me to question what I was doing. But I didn’t stop. I continued. I pushed myself a bit further, a bit further and a bit further.
This relentless determination allowed me to travel the world, to seduce more beautiful women than I could have ever imagined and to now teach what I learned on my journey.
I changed and you can change too.
But Only If You…
It is possible for you to become a man who loves himself, women and his life.
It is possible for you to become a man who has the power to attract and seduce the women you truly want and to make them happy and to make yourself happy.
It is possible for you to live the life of your dreams with the women of your dreams.
I know that this transformation is possible, because I went through it.
But it is only possible if you let go of your hate.
This leaves you with two choices:
Choice #1: You can use the email template that I gave you a few lines above, fill in the blanks and send it to me. Don’t be shy. There’s a big fat CONTACT button on the menu list of this website.
Choice #2: You can look through this website and get a copy of my bestselling book. Oh, and you can embark on your own journey by putting my advice into practice.
As always, the choice is yours…
A Lover of Women
Summed Up Wisdom
I feel your pain, woman hater.
I know how you feel whenever you see another man who holds the hand of a beautiful woman. I also know how you felt when you landed on this website.
I am sure that I made you angry. I know that I triggered something inside of you that makes you want to write me a nasty email or leave a comment that is pure hate.
What you probably don’t know is that I was just like you. I remember how it felt to hate women, t and myself.
But I changed and I know that you can change too. You can let go of your hate and regain power over yourself and your love life. You can learn to love women and you can make them and yourself happy.