At 11 years old, Sebastian was diagnosed with gynecomastia, male breasts, and growing up in the 90's with a single mother, sisters, and a deadbeat dad. After high school and seeing a surgeon in Toronto to have his breasts reduced, he was feeling awesome and ready to start a new life, and that is where the typical story ends, as he works various odd jobs for a living and then becomes a "dating coach". As a woman reading the first few chapters, I questioned whether I wanted to continue. With chapter titles like "Blowjobs and Validation" and "Sand Pussy", and the phrase "cock-blocker", I had already labeled the author as a womanizing jerk, as this was a memoir! However, his writing did peak my interest into the male psyche, so I continued.
Within all the mass of information about practically every female he met, his opinion on their body, their face, his erections, and whether he had sexual relations with them, he did have some words of wisdom, which somehow made him more endearing by the end of the book.
"There's no such thing as no strings attached sex. Every conquest leaves a little emotional trail that follows you like a wounded puppy."
He admits that in the end it is the "woman" that decides whether or not she wants to be picked up, and we ladies know that it is true. I ended up agreeing with the concept that unless a guy is really handsome, he needs all the help he can get, and with someone like Sebastian, they just might get it.