Making work a lot [m]ore [f]un by disciplining my assistant

I wasn’t exactly at the peak of my sex life to say it mildly. Raising the kids was an exciting but exhausting adventure and building the company took its toll on me as well. I did have some interesting encounters at work before, but that was well before the marriage and since we were dabbling in IT, you usually don’t hire (nor find) hot chicks for the nerd cave.

It all changed that one day we decided to get a recruiter.

HR department wasn’t my business, but I definitely needed someone there to at least pick up the basics like scheduling and following up, since I was still doing all that recruiting myself.

So when it came to the final selection, I also got my say in the decision — and that was the day I met Milena.

She was sitting in the green wing chair already when I came in and seemed pretty nervous after an hour of roasting by my cofounder. We swapped interrogation duty and I closed the door. She was extremely petite and delicate, almost a bit childlike in her appearance, but definitely well in her thirties already.

Goodbye, Mr. Nice Guy (Pt. I) [MF]

It’s been 14 years since this happened, so my memory might be a bit rusty and some events might have been amalgaminated, but I like this story too much to not tell it, so here it is.

I’ve been raised pretty sheltered and was always more of a Nice Guy™. That wasn’t to say I was totally unsuccessful with women since I’ve never been bad looking and did have some talents (playing the piano worked remarkably well with girls back then), but it was that I always put in a lot of love and effort into my relationships and the more I gave, the more I seemed to push girls away — all the while the girls I talked to complained about the mean guys in their lifes but never could emotionally get past them. I could never quite get my head around this.

But this was the time in my life where I got into contact with some concepts like TRP and the Mystery Method and suddenly a whole lot of things started to make sense in my head. Especially the epiphany about how teasing and holding back builds way more attraction than just plain giving a woman what she says she wants.