Because admiration is no substitute for desire. Most men believe women fall for: Six figures. Six feet. Six-pack abs. They think if they just impress her if she admires their intelligence, their loyalty, their potential they’ll win her over. But admiration is no substitute for desire. Picture this: She smiles politely. She thanks you. She even says, “You’re a great dancer.” But when passion calls, she doesn’t move toward admiration. She moves toward presence. The man who carries it. The man who doesn’t bend for approval. The man who never asks permission. The man who knows what he wants. That’s Tyrone. I lived it with Anne. The pull was electric. For three weeks, we burned hot. I didn’t have to prove myself. It just was. But then I stumbled. I fumbled the ball. I confessed feelings before she was ready. The connection collapsed. Her desire vanished. And I became the invisible man. That’s the scar: A woman may respect your kindness. She may admire your intelligence. S...
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