I have taken the pain to school men when it comes to dating women. I will liberate the ‘friend-zoned’ and show them the ropes they must learn in the WEB world of women because it’s a web; so many people have been blindfolded by its threads. So many guys are suffocating, begging for a sip of breath. Of what use is a man without some balls?

Call me a love doctor or whatever nomenclature you deem fit; I don’t give a hoot. I can’t keep silent anymore as my fellow men wallow in ignorance, almost snuffed out of life — battered and bruised. Let these drills ring to the unborn children; let it sink into the cerebral hemispheres of growing dudes out there.

Women are illogical creatures, and for you to survive in their threads, you have to understand the counter logic necessary for dealing with them.

These dating drills are for guys that:
1. Are tired of not getting their dream girls despite their enough money and ability to flow and communicate effectively.
2. Are fed up with their boring relationships. You possess below par ‘babes gifts’ (some of you that say “Girls I want don’t want me. Girls I don’t want are on my trail. What can I do other than shipping them in at night, do the deed with lights off, and ship them out the first thing the next morning?”) We feel your pains, bro!
3. Have been ‘friend-zoned’ or about to be ‘friend-zoned’ by women.
4. Can’t even look at women in the eyes. If they are lucky enough, they get wooed by women.
5. Are Don Juans who want to add feathers to their caps.
6. Are customer care reps and those who want to sprinkle some sparks to the receding horizon of a dying world.

Warnings
1. Stereotypes should keep off, because we will end up confusing you regarding how to make good use of the little balls you got.
2. These are dating drills, not some over-flogged tips obtainable from ghetto classifications.
I will begin by painting real life dating instances. Then we proceed to the hard knocks straight from the street. Hang off your ego bags, gees.

A balanced preacher is one who has tasted both worlds, not easily swayed by the riches and pangs of this world. Sexy hosts with sassy and witty lines we are; thereafter, from that tiny spot, we steadily yet swiftly replace her red blood cells with our ‘blue-ball’ cells through unpredictability, suspense and surprises. We literally murder them with tension, and no matter how we explore, they become too weak to roll. Yet, here is our wine that tosses and ebbs like the sea waves. We are no mere men!

Henry Frost