I’ll be right beside you! No shame, no judgment, no eye rolls 💅🏻

I'm the dating expert for you

If you’re staring at your screen waiting for a text that never comes, caught in a cycle of almost-love with men who refuse to crown you wifey, scared to open your heart again…

I’ve lived the patterns most women are quietly ashamed of. Everything I teach now comes from doing this work in the dating arena itself with attraction present, emotions activated, and real men on the line.

It's what makes me the dating expert!

TRUST ME ON THIS

It happens to the best of us (including me! Me! And did I mention… me?). Whatever cringey actions you’ve taken to make it work with a man, I can promise you I’ve probably done worse. You’re safe here.

The zombie-like creature you become under the influence of love?

If any of that hit a nerve, stay with me

You’re done waiting on men who barely respond and are ready to step into your "You can't afford to lose me!" era.

You want a real partnership! Not another “lesson,” “almost,” or situationship you have to therapize into working.

You’re tired of pretending you’re chill when you’re actually spiraling inside.

You don’t struggle to attract men, but you do struggle to stay grounded once you care.

Are smart, six figures, and sassy AF…yet dating still knocks you sideways.

You’re in the right place if you…

I didn’t get on the dating apps until I was 32. Not because I was scared of men but because I met men organically throughout my 20s: school, bars, the workplace. I had zero problems getting men to court me, and I honestly thought love would just… work itself out.

Spoiler alert: it did not

Leading up to age 30, I prioritized education and building my career (cybersecurity audit at Amazon, Costco, lululemon) over getting married. So you can imagine the shock and terror that hit me when I finally decided to take dating seriously at 32.

and your heart is totally safe with me

Hi, I’m Coach Theory—

I met every character the apps had to offer: married men, divorced men, “not looking but open” men, Asian-fever men, men who triggered panic I didn’t know lived in my body. Some were charming. Some were chaotic.

On paper, my life looked solid…career, home, friends, dog — but when it came to finding a husband, I kept waking up in the same heartbreak hell. Attraction would hit, anxiety would spike, and suddenly I was emotionally attached to a stranger after one date. Before I could blink, each “connection” crashed and burned more spectacularly than the last.

Over and over again (thanks, Nelly and Tim McGraw).

It was like sorting through the dumpster for the best treasure….

I knew I needed to solve these problems, or I’d be all alone crushing on some toothless man in the senior home

Third: I had no idea how much my past was quietly running the show

Family beliefs. Old heartbreaks. Inherited fears about love and marriage. Granny was absolutely cock-blocking me from beyond the grave. All of it showed up in the partners I chose, the behavior I excused, and how long I stayed attached to strangers way, way, wayyyyy past the expiration date.

Second: No one had taught me how dating actually works

Pacing. Discernment. Structure. I dated with hope instead of strategy, and my anxiety paid the price. Forget “anxiously attached”; I was FATALLY attached. Barely breathing. Barely eating. Completely consumed by the threat of rejection.

First: I had no tools to work with intense emotions when attraction showed up

Chemistry felt like certainty. Intensity felt like intimacy. Cue the situationship express. I had three “He’s The One!!!” episodes in one year (who’s counting anyway?). But here’s what’s not funny: one of them left me on the verge of saying goodbye to my life. He conveniently left out the minor detail of having a wife and three children. I lost my sanity to this man.

There were three main dating risks I suffered from:

Therapy told me why. The attachment books kept me informed. The healing experts told me to focus on myself.

But becoming the woman he can’t ignore? That wasn’t going to happen through “healing” my inner child, pottery, or going on solo trips. Trust me, I tried.

That’s when I chose to play instead.

I wore the dress. I put on the red lipstick. Tasted the rainbow. Dated 5 men 5 nights a week. Got rejected. Got back up. Spoiled with flowers. Stopped splitting the check. Taken on road trips. And I did it all while deeply dysregulated and stuck on someone else.

It was the best decision of my life.

I went on 250+ dates over three years to slay everything standing between me and getting wifed.

I did what any slightly unhinged, highly motivated woman would do:

And I don't want to wash anyone's dentures so...

Now, my mission is to help ambitious women step out of situationships, avoid painful breakups, and stop getting attached to the wrong guys!

Therapy is not the key to becoming THAT BITCH he MUST HAVE.

Dating skill is a freedom asset. You can be with a man or not. You decide!

Wanting cock doesn’t make you desperate or codependent.

Dating is a playground. Not a warzone!

Here’s what I believe about dating:

I literally cannot stand by and live in a world where smart women with dream careers, cash, and impeccable booties lose their sanity over a man’s erratic behavior.

My body of work is designed for the woman who came to play. She's doesn't shy away from chaos. She knows The Forbidden Playground demands it.

Do you need a man? NO. Do you need the skills to get one SAFELY at your disposal? 1000000%!!!

This is why I show bold risk takers how turn dating chaos into wifey fuel. You get to become the woman men refuse to fuck it up with! The one he treats better than his BMW collection.

I advocate for women having agency, discipline, and relational range. Bye bye "healed" permission slips from therapists and antidepressants from doctors!

Having the freedom to engage with men without losing yourself in the process is peace. Having a man who can’t keep his eyes off you? That’s power!

The Forbidden Playground

My dark dating history is what led me to create

Forget being perfectly in tune with your inner child, or an expert on anxious attachment, or having clocked 500+ therapy hours… before meeting your Mr.Forever.

Dating 3 men 3x a week will do you just fine! You ready?