My mate is trying to bust nuts. He’s tried the pick up artist route and it’s costing him sixty dollar a pop with meals out. Now he’s reading this the authenticity is coming correct and he’s realised his pattern of seeking approval. He had a eureka moment with Keith working hard nailing schlaaaag for L.A Swine Vice department and wanting to win that conditional love from big popa. This booky wook has given him the lens to spot neediness and save him getting entangled with damaged goods. I call this codependency. Bibliotherapy win I say!