Not long ago, an acquaintance introduced me to the term: projector archetype.

He was using it to identify himself, but…

Anyway, what a projector does is he/she enters the room. Surveys the room, to get an idea of what the room wants from him/her. Once that decision is made, the performance begins. And, boy, does he/she shine!

Different room with different players? Different performance. On a date? Anything she/he wants.

Makes it mind-blowingly hard to be authentic, don’t you think?

So, I mentioned, but…

Because in a crowd, or a room of strangers, or in times of discomfort… with more than one girl, I, too, am a projector. Everybody loves me. Or hates me. Whatever they want.

Yet, one-on-one? That is when you’ll get to know the real me. Authentically.

How do I know? Because I ask. I want to learn at the feet of women. And they love to teach. They want real men.

Not projectors. Not even when the room fills up.