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I’m envious of you guys who are learning this stuff young.

If you stick with it and get rid of limiting beliefs that you have, you will avoid the one thing in life that you can’t do anything about…

Deep, dark, crushing regret.

You see, I knew for sure that I was just not a very good looking guy.

No question about it.

For as far back as I can remember, girls just didn’t seem to have much interest in me. Continue Reading »

Both you and her like Rock Climbing, Chess, Pilates, French History and Model Railroading.

You’re into the same music.

You like the same food.

You go the same gym and live in the same neighborhood.

Perfect!

This is a match made in heaven.

But what if you don’t find all these commonalities right away?

What if you’ve never heard of Pilates and she has no idea why on earth anyone would be into model railroading?

Is it over? Continue Reading »

In the past it was comforting to me, the thought that ALL of my ancestors managed to reproduce. Successfully!

Obviously, or I wouldn’t have gotten here.

That would mean that in the grand scheme of things, I have a pretty good chance of reproducing. Right?

Wrong.

Consider this: What percent of our ancestors were men? It would seem 50%. Every one of our ancestors had a mother and a father.

But the answer is actually not 50%. Continue Reading »

Someone recently asked me, is it possible to banter *too* much?

There is an important concept called calibration.

It is what separates the men from the boys, the Don Juans from the amatuers.

Theoretically, I could flirt and banter for hours. There is always something to banter about…

Oh my god, you could even be my little banter partner and we could take trips around the country and all we’d do is banter. We could start little banter clubs and only people who are good flirts could join.

Maybe I’d let you join.

Well, I don’t know you’d have to be extra nice to me. Let’s hear you banter. Oh my god, that banter was horrible! I just went gay for a second. Okay, try again, this time with a little more sexy in it.

On and on and on…

So when is too much? Continue Reading »

It’s amazing. It never fails.

You get in front of a person whom you are madly attracted to, and your body locks up. Your brain is in prison, frozen with nothing good to say or do.

Maybe you’ll think of something brilliant ten minutes after you walk away from her. But while you’re in it, your mouth was glued shut.

Your brain? Shut off.

All those brilliant thoughts and ideas? Vaporize into the thin air.

But why is it, that when you’re walking around outside, you see an attractive woman, all of a sudden there are 1001 excuses as to why you shouldn’t approach her? Continue Reading »

We all know that more than 75% of our communication is body language.

For example, the more you face her, the more you’re telling her “I’m interested.”

The more your body tenses up when you go to talk to this very attractive girl, the more you’re telling her “I’m not comfortable with talking to girls as attractive as you.”

Logically it follows that what you do is more important than what you say.

There are a lot of decisions to be made when you are out with a girl.

Do you take a cab to your location or the subway? Where do you eat? Do you leave right after dinner or do you stay and have another drink? What drinks do you choose? Where do you sit when you walk into a place?

The most important dating tip to remember is that IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER. Continue Reading »

I’m sitting at the table with Cory Skyy and one of his friends. We are outside the club. We just finished eating.

This hot waitress walks over to our table and starts clearing away our dishes. She’s not the same waitress we had earlier.

“Hey, how you doin’ tonight,” Cory says to her.

“Good! How are you?”

“Good,” he says.

“Are you from around here?” she says.

“Sort of,” Cory replies. “I moved here three years ago. I’m originally from New York. You?”

“I’m from Ohio. I’ve lived here for four years.”

She finishes clearing off our table and walks off.

Five minutes later she walks back outside and comes over to our table. She says “Okay, I’ll be the big one,” and slaps a card down in front of Cory before walking off.

The two of us look at Cory and then look down at the card. Her phone number is on it. Continue Reading »

As luck would have it, I end up sitting next to this very cute girl on the plane. It’s a night flight to LA.

The aisle is three seats across. I’m sitting in the window seat and there’s another woman on the other side of the cute girl.

I start talking about some guy who was thrown off the plane because he was drunk. The drunk guy had been sitting next to me in the terminal and had fallen all over me a couple of times.

“What’s with all these drunk guys and hot girls always trying to touch me?”

The banter begins. Continue Reading »

I got my first joke book when I was six. It had one joke per page, accompanied by a depiction of each joke.

It was my parents’ biggest mistake, God bless them.

I told these jokes ALL THE TIME. I discovered I could make people laugh and smile and feel good.

And I couldn’t get enough of it.

I didn’t even understand all the jokes.

One of the jokes read: A man is walking across a log over a ravine. There are rocks on one side and alligators on the other. The man loses balance. Against what does he fall? Continue Reading »

I’m sitting next to her in the bar, we’re on our second beer. This girl really likes me. And I like her.

We’re connecting, bantering. She’s laughing, looking at me with those eyes, those eyes that tell me she feels awesome.

I’m escalating kino (touching). It started with light touching on the arm. My hands are in her lap now.

“Oooh, I just got my haircut,” she tells me. I reach up and pull her hair back behind her ear.

She flinches.

I back off. Continue Reading »