Seduction Wolf Download

All my life I was teased and ridiculed. I was not muscular, wealthy, couldn’t afford the newest fashion styles, suffered from severe acne, wore glasses and was called four eyes for longer than I could remember. I was hands down the biggest loser in high school. I avoided my high school reunions because people thought of me as a loser. If you were to ask ANY kid in my high school (all 1,200 of them), who the biggest loser was, I GUARANTEE you that I would be in the top 3 if not #1.

To top it all off, I was teased for my name. People thought that it was a fake name and would make fun of my accent that came with it. So you can bet your ass that there was no prom for me.  In fact, I built up the courage to ask a cute girl to go to prom with me only to hear the words, which still make me cringe “Sorry, but you are not my type.” Little did I know that I was going to hear those words far too often. In fact, I swear that from my time in middle school all the way up to after my college years, I’ve heard that phrase AT LEAST 10,000 times! That is NOT an exaggeration.


Migrating to this country was hard for me. It was already difficult to leave your homeland of Russia and to come to the U.S., but what was worse was that I had no friends, an awkward accent, and could not even speak or understand English. In fact, I remember trying to learn the ABC’s only to be made fun of by my peers. I was known as the suspender boy because in Russia, the school I attended had mandatory uniforms, so I was new to the whole idea that “you can wear whatever you want”. So I wore the cheapest clothes, simply because my poor parents could not afford them.

Unfortunately, I did not attend any sporting events at my school because of my size. Girls used to refer to me as The Twig. I made it worse for myself because I did not want to go to the gym since the cute girls at school would see me struggling to curl 10 lbs dumbbells. And you know what one of the many embarrassing moments of my high school career was? I wanted to play basketball to become a bit more popular and build good sportsmanship and on one of the biggest games of the year, I shot the ball and it went through the hoop! It was a swish! But I still remember to this day, how everyone on my team and the school booed me and started throwing garbage at me. You know why? Because I had shot the ball into our own hoop! I did not know the rules of basketball and I thought that you simply try to make the ball in the hoop regardless of what side it was on! What do you think that did for my reputation?

I was spat on, beat up, and had my knee broken with a hockey stick after a school bully attacked me. Things got even worse when the principal had me isolated to a group full of mentally challenged students (nothing against them), so that other students would not make fun of me. I was an outcast. I was a shadow on a wall. I did not attend school dances. I did not date any girls. I did not kiss any girls. I was a virgin.

My college years were even worse. Over the years, I’ve had drinks spilled on me, beaten up by jealous boyfriends, slapped across the face, kneed to the groin, had multiple black eyes, got thrown out of bars, was threatened, and made fun of ALL the time. I was the definition of a loser similar to one of those guys you see in the movies like the 40 year old virgin except I wasn’t 40 and it wasn’t a movie.

I still remember the day vividly. I literally woke up from bed so depressed and said, “SCREW IT.” I was addicted to drugs, dropped out of college, grew out my hair like a hippie, and did not give a crap about anything. Literally nothing. I isolated myself from ALL family, relatives, and friends. I just did not care. My life sucked. I was a loser and I accepted it. That night, I decided to take a lot of drugs and just end it all. In fact, my life did end. I woke up in the hospital, hooked to an IV, with tubes coming out of my nose. My family was standing over me with tears in their eyes. I was told that I had overdosed and that my heart had stopped. If I was late to the hospital by a few minutes, the doctor said I would have been gone…forever.

After many months of rehabilitation, I decided to live a new life. A life where Nicholas Diamond was NOT a loser, but in fact the BIGGEST winner that the world had ever seen. I started reading as much as I could about picking up women, having a positive mental attitude, and testing my game out in the field. Day in and day out, I went to the malls, grocery stores, gyms, bars, clubs, and lounges just to talk to women. After talking with hundreds of women each month, I noticed a pattern. Listen up, this is IMPORTANT.

I learned a CODE. Now this is not some mumbo jumbo like the law of attraction. At first I thought I was simply imagining it, but I came to understand that what I had figured out was very real. Just like you learned in high school physics, I learned that every action has a reaction. In the GAME (the field where you pick up women…

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Seduction Wolf