What happened? Did Tony get married? Did he quit teaching men how to improve their success with women? Did he stop spreading the truth in an age of fake news?
No. I’ve been working on my fiction novel, which is probably a dull subject for many of the readers of this blog. But I’m about 75% done the first draft, and it’s good. It’s really good. It’s a mystery about a young man who goes backpacking in Thailand in search of his missing brother. I’m trying to crank out a thousand words a day, and succeeding mostly. But then I have to re-write, which will probably take a year or so. And then I’ll ship it to agents, who will sell it to publishers before it goes to an editor. So, it probably won’t be out for up to two years, unless I decide again to self publish on Amazon.
I’m still teaching. I just returned from a month long coaching trip on the east coast, and now I’m about to start a month long mentorship here in Vancouver. So contact me if you’re interested in improving your success in dating, relationships or pickup. I only take one mentorship per month, so contact me for a spot. They usually sell out in summer quickly. For the right price I may come to your city, or you can meet me for a month in Vancouver.
At 39 years old, I’m just not that interested in writing about the subject of pickup and seduction anymore. I loooove teaching most of the time (as long as the student is focused and positive.)
Gasp! He teaches pickup! What a misogynist!
I’ve taken a lot of flak from women in the last few years. Those that look at my blog without reading a single article and assume I’m some monster teaching rape classes, or spreading mass disrespect towards the fairer gender. Of course, this is plain ignorance, or stupidity. Judging someone’s intentions without ever meeting them, speaking to them, thoroughly researching their work, is the definition of prejudice.
In the last 7 years my coaching has helped at least a dozen virgins lose their v-card. On my bootcamps several men have met their current girlfriends (and even a few guys are now married.) This makes me so happy. I’ve also helped men who suffered from severe depression, and a few have said I helped steer them from suicide. Yes, men who can’t attract the opposite sex often kill themselves, or others. So if you’re against pickup instructors, you are basically in favor of angry virgins killing themselves or going on killing sprees.
I really don’t understand why women assume pickup instructors are these evil manipulators, or that we’re somehow harming society. I mean, didn’t your father pickup your mother? Aren’t women constantly complaining how there are no strong men, no masculine men, that nobody is approaching them?
If there wasn’t a problem in western civilization there wouldn’t be a need for male dating coaches. We have almost a sixty percent divorce rate, and people aren’t having kids. Men are turning en masse to a life of video games and Internet porn. In my opinion, the government should be subsidizing and praising our work.
Of course there are some radical redpill authors out there, but the vast majority of pickup coaches are simply teaching what our absent fathers were supposed to: Confidence and traditional masculinity—not the feminist idea of androgynous, wimpy, virtue signalling man-boys. This coming from a guy who loves The Smiths.
We live in a society that praises single motherhood and ignores the ramifications of generations of fatherless children. Pickup coaches are the result of western society’s move towards celebrating promiscuity, not the cause of it.
Ladies, there are good, strong, confident, funny, entertaining, interesting men out there. But they are terrified of you. They lack social skills, they lack confidence. And they’re not the nerdy dudes you imagine that hire me. They are doctors, lawyers, construction workers, engineers, uni students, cab drivers, entrepreneurs.
I’ve taught every sort of guy you can imagine and yes most of them want to get laid, a lot, with a variety of women. But deep down, almost all of them simply wanted a beautiful girlfriend who understands and accepts them for who they are. In this politically correct wasteland we’ve created, it’s an increasingly difficult feat.