I'm lovable, I'm worthwhile - I deserve the best that life has to offer.

I am a special, one-of-a-kind person.

I breathe in confidence. I breathe out bad breath.

Women are just people - people with luscious breasts.

One date at a time, I am bringing myself ever closer to my married friends.

One moment at a time, I will not act on the violent feelings I have because I lack sex.

I can't control how a date will go, but I can make reservations, get to the ATM, and wear deodorant.

I accept that the search for a relationship can be painful. I surrender to this discomfort - as long as the result is an endless supply of exotic sexual experiences.

I am now attracting a gorgeous, sweet, intelligent woman. She is now attracted to me and not my friend, Steve.