WHY I WROTE THIS BOOK

(A Very Honest, Questionably Wise, Slightly Chaotic Explanation)

Let me tell you something: I didn’t wake up one day and say, “You know what the world needs? A 48-chapter breakdown on women.”
No. This book was born the same way most men’s enlightenment moments are born — from confusion, suffering, and a customer-service level of emotional complaints from other grown men who should’ve known better.

After juggling three women on the same afternoon like I was running a romantic circus, after answering 2AM texts from dudes asking, “Bro… she said we need to talk… am I dead?”, and after receiving more screenshots than an FBI agent during tax season, I realized something:

Men need help.
Real help.
Immediate help.
Emergency-room-level help.

And apparently, I was the unwilling hotline.

At some point — probably between explaining to one guy why “Do whatever you want” is a trap, and telling another why getting blocked on everything except Cash App means she wants gifts, not closure — I said, “You know what? Let me put this in a book before y’all stress me into early retirement.”

Thus, 48 Laws of Women was born.

Not out of wisdom.
Not out of peace.
But out of sheer survival — mine and yours.

And look… I tried to keep the explanations serious. I really did. But it’s hard to write a calm, academic masterpiece when half the people contacting you are sending subject lines like:

• “BRO, IT’S BAD.”

• “WHY SHE ACT LIKE THREE WOMEN TODAY?”

• “Do you think she still loves me or nah?”

• “Is it fine that she blocked me but texts me on her iPad??”

And the best one:

• “She said we need to talk. Can you talk to her for me?”

Sir… what?

So instead of answering the same questions until my sanity files a restraining order, I turned all the lessons, patterns, warnings, red flags, emotional rescue missions, and late-night therapy sessions into this book.

A guide.
A roast.
A manual for survival.
A love letter.
A chaos-control system for emotionally endangered men.

This book had to be written — because if I answer one more “She said ‘It’s fine’ what does it really mean?” email, I might start charging rent for the emotional damage.

Welcome to the 48 Laws.
Take notes.
Laugh at yourself.
Cry if necessary (preferably off-camera).
And for the love of all things holy… stop emailing me screenshots without context.