How it all started.
I was 31yo when I first entered the six-figure-income class. I owned two homes, one here in Raleigh and another back in Atlanta. I met the height threshold of 6′ tall that most women say they require. I had no babies or baby-mama-drama. I had never been married before. I drove a nice car. I had a cool motorcycle. I was in Church every week. I was not the ugliest man on the block. And, although I was introverted by nature, I had no shortage of confidence. In my opinion, I was they guy many women were looking for. I looked terrific on paper!