I got my mojo back...oh behave :)

Oneitis, I think, is what Neil Strauss called it. Matter of fact, let me find the actual definition for you.
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From the Urban Dictionary:

Oneitis, is that social malady that results in a feeling that this person is totally special and unique and therefore one must not mess up anything with them. These confused "messed up" feelings then often mess up the chances of a person seducing their romantic victim because after all thier emotions tell them that they cannot be too careful, gentle, and that they cannot "act too foolish." Often, Oneitis also confuses a person by making them worry too much about what other people will think of them or worse what thier romantic victim will think of them, and thus they simply cannot do what is necessary to seduce thier romantic prey.

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It goes on to describe what one must do to get over this "disease" and all that blah blah. For me, I just needed to realise that I was suffering from it. I'm now on the road to recovery, discovering, quite paradoxically, that we are all alike in our uniqueness and as such, we are all the same, ergo there's a few billion more of her in this crappyhappy old world.

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And it is my mission to find as many of them as I can in my lifetime. I mean, I live in London, I run into at least 5 beautiful women on a daily. Victorian scientist Sir Francis Galton once conducted a study aimed at creating a "Beauty Map" of Great Britain; guess which city he found to have the best looking people. If you guessed Manchester, Birmingham or Nottingham, you guessed wrong.

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There is such a diverse range of beautiful women that I run into daily. White(British, Polish, German, French, American, Australian), Black (British, Nigerian, Zimbabwean, Zambian, Ugandan, South African, Ghanian), Hispanic, the tall oriental chick with the never ending legs. The tall blonde in her late 20s on the train with no ring on her finger who wouldn't stop smiling at me. The beautiful African chick at Zara who I can't wait to see out of her work clothes or even the 100 or so 20something womanly distractions at church.

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So, starting this thursday, with friday off work, giving me a 4 day weekend, I go on the prowl- bars, libraries, coffee shops, department stores, asdas, tescos, train stations, Oxford street etc- armed with nothing but charm, a smile and a blackberry. No place is sacred, no place is safe.

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