Imagine this scene… I’m sitting across from this Japanese girl with incredible cleavage at a sushi restaurant in midtown Manhattan. Our table is on the second floor, right next to a waterfall (yes, there’s a fucking waterfall in the restaurant!). Chill lounge music bumps in the background as the tables fill up with couples. At some point, I look up from the menu. My gaze narrowly avoids...Continue Reading
Sometimes I feel like a fortuneteller. I can often tell a guy’s future. I can tell how a guy’s is going to progress, what sort of girl he’s going to end up with, and how happy he’ll most likely be. But I don’t know this by some mystical magic ball or an enchanted set of tarot cards. No, my augurs come from something much less exciting… I can tell by the questions he asks me. As someone who gets bombarded with questions every day...Continue Reading
So the last few weeks I've been hard at work on developing my own iPhone app. I designed it as a mini-course on getting over "approach anxiety." Having an app to help coach you through those crucial moments when you see an attractive girl seemed like the perfect use for an app (since you can just pull it out of your pocket and use it as an approach coach.) Anyway, Apple just approved it and it's available in the app store! You can check it out by typing in the keyword: ApproacHER or you Continue Reading
Writing a journal is one the best ways to spend your time. To me, writing about your experiences is like drinking a protein shake after an intense workout. The act of writing lets you relive your experiences from a godlike perspective as you examine your choices without emotion, allowing you to make sense of yourself, other people, and the situation. Your journal is how you can suck the marrow from life, making the most of each day. When it comes to improving your success with women, Continue Reading
Getting good at meeting women was a skill I’d been desperate to learn. When I discovered “the pickup community” I found myself diving into its promises face-first. The deep end of obsession was where I landed. I left the dry comfort of normalcy to do things I’ll never forget—much as I wish I could. The internet played a supporting role in my hilarious shame. It supported many of my bad decisions with corresponding consequences dripping in every shade of dreadful. The chilly evening I Continue Reading