I’m not going to lie — I like beautiful women. I enjoy their beauty.
Since I was a teenager, I’ve dreamed about dating a super hot model like the ones I’d see in magazines.
Talk about dreams.
Besides their insane beauty, models have this kind of Power that makes them simply… irresistible to the most powerful men in the world.
Unfortunately, at the beginning of my ‘love career’ I wasn’t lucky enough to meet one. I had no idea where they hung out and I couldn’t even figure out how to do it.
Flash forward a couple years: I’m invited to a fashion show and its after-party in Warsaw.
And you guessed right — the after-party was FULL of beautiful models.
Real models. Not the Instagram models.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s like I was in Disneyland for the very first time. Disneyland — the adult edition.
And there she was: Lily. A Polish beauty, brunette with dark blue eyes and a goddess’s body (duh!).
I had to talk to her. I needed to find my courage and go say hello. But I couldn’t.
Something was stopping me.
Then it hit me…
Wait a second… I’m not that creepy teenage guy anymore. What the heck. What was I thinking?
I looked at myself, and realized I was rocking a tailored three-piece suit, I was having a “good hair day”, and my custom-made shoes were giving me a crazy confidence boost — Why not go and to talk to that pretty angel?
My heart was racing.
But I did it anyway.
But before I could say anything, or even open my month, the pretty angel said: “Finally. Hi!”
At that very moment, if I took my heart and put it inside a Ferrari engine, I could have won the Monaco Grand Prix…and broken some records. Easily.
“Uh… do we know each other?” I managed to get out.
“Not really, but I know you. You’re the famous Kamal, the guy who was born in a suit.”
What the fu*k ? I thought to myself. What is she talking about?
She added: “For the past 6 months, whenever I’ve gone to a party, I’ve been watching you. You always look sharp and elegant and so, so, so confident. It’s like the world belongs to you. I like that. I love your style. If only Polish guys dressed like you!”
Meanwhile, I’m still hanging there not believing what’s happening. She took me by surprise, and I still hadn’t opened my mouth.
SAY SOMETHING, damn it!
“So it was you?” I finally asked.
“What you mean?”
“For the past six months, whenever I go to a party, I feel like somebody’s watching or spying on me. Now, my life is complete. I couldn’t sleep because I thought it was some FBI or CIA stuff. Thank God it’s you….”
And so the fun began.
We spent one hell of crazy week together.
Due to her frequent travels to walk in fashion shows, we couldn’t take it to the next level.
It had to stay like that.
It was short, but it was beautiful. A truly life-changing experience.
For six months, my suits had been doing the work for me. All I’d had to do was… show up.
A smart guy once said: “80% of success is showing up.”
I say: “100% of success is showing up with a tailored suit.”
This is an extract of my upcoming book: Style and Masculine Elegance. Coming soon.