Alright boys, here’s the short version: I used to think reading a stack of dating books would turn me into James Bond. Spoiler: it didn’t. What it did give me was a PhD in “theory” and about zero results in real life. Let’s just say I was basically the guy doing all the homework but never getting picked for the field trip.

Fast-forward a bit: after plenty of awkward dates, bad openers, and one or two “hug closes” (don’t ask), I finally started to get it. Turns out the game isn’t about memorizing 99 lines. More like becoming the guy who doesn’t even need them.

Now I’m working on all fronts: body, mind, wallet, and frame. Still mess up sometimes, but at least now the stories are funny and educational.

I’m here to swap war stories, share a laugh at the dumb stuff we all do, and maybe learn a trick or two from the veterans. If you’ve ever thought, “Damn, did I really just say that out loud?”,then we’re probably on the same wavelength.

See ya,

Flo.