Confidence is a loaded word.

How many times have you read in a popular magazine that women are attracted to confidence?

The word has been thrown around so much that it’s lost all meaning.

That’s why you won’t see the word even once in my upcoming book.

Still, understanding the concept can go a long way in sifting through all the riff raff out there.

Here are seven definitions you can refer to when someone uses that word.

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You want to be natural. We all do.

Your interactions with women shouldn’t feel forced or fake.

You want to be yourself.

Confidence is being able to express yourself in almost any situation.

But as you’re improving with women, the main problem:

That ‘self’ gets locked up inside.

And getting it out ain’t easy.

One of the best things I ever did for myself is to start consistently using the same opener in every situation possible.

Here are eight excellent reasons to start doing this.

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See the top of this chart? It’s not a point, it’s an arrow. That’s not an accident.

Here’s a secret that “successful” people won’t tell you: Read the rest of this entry »

There are too many things wrong with me.

My forehead is ridiculously high, my skin too white.

My eyes are too small. They’ve been described as “squinty” by tactless friends.

My jawline is anything but strong. I hide it with a beard. All the fashion now.

I’m getting older, and still I’m typically not the smartest man in the room.

I’ve lost enough debates at my age to know that there will likely be someone at the table with a better grasp of history. Or a better memory. Or someone more likely better read than me.

My career isn’t terrible. But it’s not progressed in a decade as my true love is arts–music, writing–neither of which has won me accolades, save for perhaps this blog and my successful coaching.

I have women to thank for showing me the light. The ones who let me get oh-so-close, but not quite. They turned me into a revolution.

They made my bones hurt with inadequacy as they let me fall in love with them.

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This post is from my good friend Cory Skyy.

Steve is different than most guys out there.

Steve and I are at a small dance club. Several cute girls are dancing up against him, just having a good time. I’m not surprised.

We’ve been dancing for a while. I need some fresh air so I grab him and we go outside.

On our way back in, I see a few cute girls standing over at a table near the bar. We position ourselves next to them.

Within minutes I’m talking to one of the girls. Steve is talking to one of her friends. We’re laughing and joking around about silly stuff, just getting to know one another.

Pretty soon, the girl with Steve is all over him, touching him and getting sexual.

This kind of attraction is nothing out of the ordinary for Steve.

Steve has something most other guys don’t have: a wheelchair. He’s quadriplegic. Read the rest of this entry »

I quit going to the gym.

Why? Is it because I’m lazy?

Nope. I’m driven as hell.

Is it because I don’t want to get huge and muscular?

Nope. I’d love to have a killer physique.

It’s for one reason: Time.

Every morning, I get up and I workout for about 20 minutes before breakfast. Sure, if I spent an hour or two at the gym every day, I would get bigger a lot faster.

But I know something about myself.

I know, that if I set myself up to do an hour a day, I won’t do it!

I may be able to keep it up for a week or two or three. But then something will happen.

I’ll get busy with my coaching sessions. Or I’ll get up extra early to finish editing my upcoming book. Or I’ll go on vacation.

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“Smile!” Eric Weber admonished to the audience on the tape.

It was the late 90′s.

I was driving along the New Jersey Turnpike in my Plymouth Reliant listening to dating guru Eric Weber’s popular tape How to Talk to Girls.

“When you don’t smile,” said Eric Weber, “women will think, ‘What can I do to please him!’ But when you do smile, she feels more comfortable.”

It didn’t totally make sense to me. Don’t you want women to wonder what they can do to please you?

This was part and parcel to the confusing tutelage and conflicting messages I experienced when trying to learn to meet women back in those days.

As I drove along the Turnpike, I sucked in all the knowledge I could from Eric Weber. This was the fifth time I had listened to the tape. I was on my way to meet up with my friend and bandmate Ken.

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She nuzzles my chest as she lies in my arms.

“Alright, I’m kicking your ass out,” I say to her with a smile. I give her a smack on the ass. “I gotta do some work.”

“Look at you, all motivated,” she says, sitting up in bed.

It’s Sunday morning. We woke twice in the middle of the night, once to fuck and then later when a torrential spring downpour sent occasional rain droplets in through the partially open window next to my bed.

“I keep getting splashed by raindrops,” she said before I closed the window.

As she puts her clothes on, we talk a little bit about our plans for the day. When she’s dressed, I walk her to the door.

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This post is from Robbie Kramer of Inner Confidence.

Random question… do you think gamers are typically good with women?

If meeting women was like playing a video game, most guys would be awesome at it!

This is obviously not the case, but in this article I’m going to show you how can create your own “Game” to become awesome with women.

It may not look exactly like a video game and you have to play in real life but it can be just as fun if you are creative.

Just to give you a mind boggling statistic, a child spends 10,080 hours sitting in a classroom from grade five through 12. You know what else kids spend 10,000 hours doing between grades five and 12?

Gaming!

What would incentivise a teenager to spend more time gaming then socializing?

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I’ve just finished a coaching session.

As I step onto the subway platform, I pull out my book to read while I wait for the train.

A very cute blonde girl with plaid pants and a low-cut blouse slowly walks by as if she’s heading nowhere in particular.

So without hesitation, I tap her on the arm.

“Is the J train running?” I ask her, motioning to the J train sign.

“I don’t know,” she says with an accent. “I think so. The trains are not running well today.”

She’s friendly and smiling. She stops walking. She’s now standing next to me.

“I’m going to hire you as my personal tour guide,” I say to her. “I’m going to take you everywhere with me.”

She laughs. “Oh, I don’t know, I think you will get very lost.”

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