I wake up early, like I always do. I don’t consider myself lazy. My grades aren’t terrible. My teachers like me. My parents love me. So I should be happy, right? But I’m not. And it’s because of one thing: women. I don’t understand what’s wrong with them. They open their legs for guys who don’t care about them, while “nice guys” like me — who actually care — get ignored. Well, I don’t care anymore. In fact, I hate them no...

Thomas Carlson’s Encounter Thomas Carlson was your typical shy virgin. He lacked confidence, had little interaction with girls, and carried a growing sense of frustration. At twenty-two years old, his parents often pushed him to get some kind of social life by doing odd jobs for the neighbors. He eventually agreed—and he didn’t regret it. The extra money wasn’t much, but he enjoyed the little income it provided. --- The N...