You know exactly what kind of person you are, don't you? A socially awkward fuckup with women. You fumble over your words, sweat profusely, and make a fool of yourself every time you attempt to strike up a conversation with a woman. Your lack of social skills is so pathetic that it's almost admirable. It's amazing how much money you're willing to part with, all because you're desperate to feel like you're making some progress. You beg me to give you pointers on how to act around women, and you're more than eager to pay me a substantial sum for my "expertise." I can see the lust and desperation in your eyes, and I can't help but take advantage of your weakness.