part0003

I was given Ho Tactics after G.L. made me cry. It was October of 2014. I attended a seminar in London centered around the book Solving Single . Being literally his biggest fan, I had to attend despite currently being in a relationship with no need for advice. I was so wrong. After the event, I was granted time to talk with G.L. in private. What began as praise and admiration slowly turned into a teary-eyed confession. My boyfriend had cheated on me twice. He did not have a job. He would stay in my flat during the week promising to look for work. On the weekends he would run off with his brothers, or so I hoped. As I ran down my basic bitch ways, G.L. listened patiently. At the conclusion, he didn’t so much as rip into me but read my entire story back in a way that made me feel like complete shit. He has a knack for doing this. As the other women stared daggers waiting for me to get the hell up so they could have a turn, he hugged me, went into his bag, and retrieved a copy of Ho Tactics . It was his last copy, reserved for someone else, but he felt I should have it. That was the start of the new me.

I thought that a woman should never ask for things. If a man wanted you to have it, he would surely offer. My father and mother had a relationship that was more like Servant & Homeowner. Mother took care of the house. Father paid the bills. Maybe this is why I took care of my last two boyfriends instead of been taken care of by them. I was trying to earn their affection by being a wife in training. The hustles in Ho Tactics felt so daring yet so far away. I convinced myself that this was for American girls with fearless attitudes and hourglass bodies. Not a girl from the UK that wore a coat to cover her enormous ass even when the weather didn’t call for it. I reached out to G.L. and asked if he remembered me and embarrassingly he mentioned the crying. I wrote back about Ho Tactics and asked if it pertained to someone such as myself. He didn’t see the awkward, insecure girl who hid her ass and spent hours in the mirror obsessing over blemishes; he saw what could be. G.L. told me that I had the body and face that could hook any man if I stopped focusing on the negative. I had always been able to get male attention, but it didn’t boost my self-esteem. Boys will bed anything. Still, hearing someone say these things with nothing to gain made me give the book a go. G.L. states that you must be clear on your goal, aim for something tangible. I wanted money to pay my rent for one month. That was my aim. Small, I know, but I was being realistic. I met a gentleman who courted me in all the ways I wished my ex-boyfriend had. Passed my “headphone test”. Then eagerly provided rent money when I said I was in a jam. By the next month, I began to cool on him, but low and behold he showed up to pay it again, this time without asking! I cried, but this time they were tears of joy. I didn’t believe in myself and couldn’t believe in myself until I had proof. Ho Tactics provided that and fundamentally changed my way of thinking.

When I visited the States and met with G.L., he told me that he would be updating Ho Tactics . I had not worked a mark since my initial experiment. I found the Spartan road of Men Don’t Love Women Like You , a better fit for my ultimate goal, but I begged G.L. to let me write this introduction. There are women who have gotten much more than I have, as well as those that are still in the thick of it who have achieved greater results, but I am proof of the indirect power of the book. I found confidence by exercising my will, and that has made me rich in spirit and wealthy in life experiences. I no longer wait, I take action. I know longer hope and pray, I make things happen. I get my way whereas before I let everyone get away with devaluing me. It’s not always well received, but fuck’em, it’s my world. They’re just living in it ☺