The Prostitute
Not alpha, not donjuan, but it happened that I had sex with different girls in my life. Including being in a "serious relationship" with other guys (to one I was even invited to a wedding - I wonder how the bridegroom endured it). Including the married ones. And, because of my some restraint, my relationship with them usually began when they were already clinging to me like March cats, and it was impossible not to notice the signs of attention on their part (especially when you suddenly but passionately start kissing). At the same time, I never had the idea of somehow advertising these relationships, at least on a drunken bench, at least for the sake of raising authority. And now I sit down and think, "That's how many pleasant hours and minutes I and these girls could have lost if they didn't take the initiative so boldly and persistently, if they were afraid that I'd blow them all up, what kind of prostitutes are they?"
P.S Over the question "how have I not been hit so far with such happiness" I also thought. The answer is simple – I’m pretty cute.