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his class. He hadn’t even bothered to tell them he was engaged, afraid they might misinterpret it for weakness.
    Not only did he need to continue the class, but he needed to have more classes—now that he had lost his day job. He had been holding back, only giving the men nuggets of wisdom, but now he needed to take it to another level. He needed them hungry for more and spreading the word about his classes. Next quarter, not only was he adding several more sessions, but he was going to charge twice as much as he had been.
    James cleared his throat as he slowly walked into the middle of the room. He felt like a superhero when he was in this old office building in the southwest side of town. In other suites, on other floors, there were doctor offices, nail salons, and a variety of other businesses. But in this room on the eighth floor, stuck in a corner, was an entirely different type of business, the business of learning to run a woman. Men from all over town flocked to this all-male chat session each Monday evening, hoping to get a piece of wisdom that would ensure that by Friday night beautiful women would be in their beds.
    â€œGentlemen, I hate to tell you this, but I’ve been holding back,” James admitted to his students. “It has been hard for me to be completely honest with you. I was afraid to reveal the real playa rules. I was afraid to have this valuable information in the wrong hands. But over our time together, I think that you are a very mature group and you are ready to learn this highly delicate information.”
    James made eye contact with the men. He crossed the room slowly, his gaze transferring from one man to the other until he had sized up all twenty-two of them. He wanted to smile but held it in. They were practically drooling.
    â€œSo tonight I will open up my golden rule book. I assure you I have never done this before. These secrets have been tried and tested and virtually are failure proof. If you want her, you can have her. ” James paused for effect. “That is, if you can handle it.
    â€œCan you handle it, Mr. Banks?” James went down the roll. “Can you handle it, Mr. Brooks? Can you handle it, Mr. Clay? Can you handle it, Mr. Davidson?”
    After James completed the roll and was satisfied that he had sufficiently enticed the men, he sat down on a stool in the middle of the room. The men brought their chairs inward so they wouldn’t miss anything. The shuffling of paper and chairs screeching on the floor permeated the room.
    James waited for everyone to settle down. “Rule number one, if you want to have sex with a beautiful woman, don’t mention sex, ever.” The men looked puzzled, but that didn’t stop them from feverishly scribbling on their notepads.
    â€œBeautiful women know that they are attractive. They have been told this all of their lives. They know they have bodies that we meditate on, long after they leave the room. They know we want to have sex with them. They feed off it. They have the control and we don’t. But there is a way to have her eating out of your hands.”
    James glanced down at his notes. “You can’t walk up to a beautiful woman and say, ‘Hey, hottie, you fine as heck, and I want to get with you, no strings attached just pure sex for the fun of it.’” James shook his head. “That wouldn’t work, would it?”
    â€œSo what does?” one of the men asked.
    James took a deep breath, as if he was about to release the greatest hoax ever. “Let’s say there’s a dropdead gorgeous woman who sits at the back table at the coffee shop you frequent. She sits back there, day after day, typing on her laptop, completely oblivious to the fact that you want to jump her bones. She’s beautiful, unapproachable, and unconcerned about you.
    â€œBeautiful women tend to have few or no real friends, because women hate them, and men are always trying to sleep with