When I was 16-17 my dad told me something that I considered a joke at the time. "When you get to be in your mid to late twenties, women will be all over you. Just wait." He had this theory, and I'm guessing it was based on personal experience, that good available guys start having to beat women off with a stick at that point. I blew it off. In the interim period I wasn't exactly a ladies' man. When I was 16 I'd had essentially a harem of girls trying to get me, but after that it died off. I'd have a girlfriend for a while, I'd break up with her, then it'd be a while, then I'd get another one. It wasn't like I was some super pimp. I've got a decent amount going for me. I'm pretty attractive, smart, creative, dangerous, a biker, car enthusiast, a journalist and professional photographer. I'm also shy, shorter than average and have always been relatively poor, so I'm not exactly something chicks actively seek out. Well come this year I've been knocking them dead for some reason. It's like I've got some manner of pimp juice effusing from my skin. I'm dealing with four ladies at once right now, and that's after getting rid of two. These are smart (120+ IQ) women who people would want to be with, and they're not all my age either. One's 19 and one's in her 30s. I turned 27 last December. How the hell this has happened? Who knows. Why this age? Another mystery. The point is, hang in there, because weirder things have happened in the world, and apparently this one comes true.