No Country for Chode Men

“Let me ask you something. If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?” - Anton

Today marks the beginning of a journey. A challenge really. Yesterday marked exactly 4 months until my 30th birthday. Overall I’m happy with where I am in life – great career, great friends, great lifestyle – and overall a content and comfortable existence. But content and comfortable are not admirable values. I’ve been going through the motions of this thing… this heart-breaking, confusing, difficult dance that we men and women play and while I know every theory, every contingency, ever method and means of proper technique, I can’t implement them with any type of consistency.

Tony Robbins says knowledge is not power. Knowledge is potential. Action is power. Besides having big teeth, he’s right! It’s time for that action. It’s time to go through the “pain period”. It’s time to rise to the occasion. I’ve had some success but I feel I’ve regressed lately and have been feeling frustrated….defeated even. That’s not who I am. I’m not a quitter. I don’t shirk from challenges. Something drastic has to change.

But most of all I’m tired of that feeling. That little feeling of defeat. The thought process is all the same. There she is. I want her. I’m already thinking of the two us. Glistening in sweat, faces illuminated by candlelight. Hair, hands and heavy breathing. There she is. I should approach her. Then the fear creeps in. The familiar illusion. The seedlings of doubt. What do I say? What if she ignores me? What if she gets creeped out? What if someone sees me? What if? The two ugliest words in the English language. And now she’s gone. And neither of us will ever know. And there is that feeling. That pang. That little death. That feeling of losing what you never had. That feeling of compromising yourself.

No mas

Here is my challenge:
I’ve done 200-300 approaches since I started in this game. Unacceptable.
Starting today
50 approaches a week
16 weeks

~1000 total approaches before my 30th birthday.

I’ll be writing in my personal journal for all the details and insights. But in this space I will (hopefully) amuse and entertain you with the best, and the worst, from my journey.

50 approaches a week
16 weeks

Join me on the adventure. It’s going to be fun.

Allow myself.....to introduce.....myself

“I don't want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me” - Costello

I’ve succumbed to the verbal masturbation that is the blog. I read The Game 2 years ago and became obsessed. I’ve read everything under the sun, attended programs and lectures, and met virtually all of the top PUA’s. While my knowledge of seduction has ballooned to astronomical proportions, my balls have not. I’ve admittedly been half-assing the approaching. I want to full-ass it. Or all-ass it. Whatever the proper terminology. The point is there will be ass involved. And it’s my time to kick it. I’m hoping this blog will encourage me to court more stories, to push the envelope, to be ridiculous and in the mean-time entertain you the reader. It will be more humorous than informative because there are better informed PUA’s out there (see my links section) but few as clever as yours truly.

I use the term tactical seduction to describe what I do because I believe it to be more accurate and because the term “pick-up” harkens back to hairy-chested greaseballs using lies and God-awful disingenuous compliments to date rape their way to getting laid. The modern equivalent is not much better as reality TV has associated our kind with fuzzy hats and eyeliner ….and I stopped wearing that crap weeks ago.