Not entirely in that order.
Right after college graduation, submerged in debt and void of any hereditary financing, I was forced to let go of a business I loved that I started with two friends. In its place, I got a “real job” and spent several years working no fewer than 60 hours a week. I made friends, lost friends, traveled alone, networked, schmoozed, started drinking wine, barely slept, and took great pride in acting like I knew what “stress” was.
Who you want in your 20s changes
On the brink of my 20s, after years of consistent rejection and resentment, I saw a spike in positive attention from women. I started getting laid, I stopped worrying about the molecular measurements of my dick, and I started feeling like I had options beyond the oiled-up end of my arm. As a result, my understanding of and confidence in sexuality took several big turns.