There was a time, long before I became the international travelling dick wizard, that I went many, many years without the company of a fine woman.
I’d go to work in construction, surrounded by men, return to my house full of men, and go to sleep dreaming of women. I’d wake up thinking of women, whack off, and go to work, surrounded by men.
On the weekends I’d go to a parties, stand in the corner, fisting back alcohol, and stare longingly at women, fantasizing about them—about having the perfect girlfriend. Then I’d go home, whack off, and go to sleep. On Monday I’d go back to the construction site. This was my love life. Paralyzed, depressed, frustrated, lonely.
Then one day, I saw a documentary about pickup artists. While all my friends ignored it, I was absolutely fascinated.
Fast forward twelve years.
I’m in Bangkok, near Khaosan road. I just finished a two week, fully immersive travel mentorship. I took a guy who was a virgin, and challenged him socially in every way imaginable. I took him to parties on exotic beaches, Jungle retreats where we meditated on the nature of masculinity, and in the end of that trip he slept with four women, and found a girlfriend.
That night in Bangkok, relaxing for a few days before my flight home, in the hostel, I met a girl. A beautiful thirty year old Bhutanese flight attendant. She stood looking out over the railing, at the bustling city streets. “Amazing view, isn’t it?” I said from my couch, where I was reading.
“It is really great. So many people, doing so many things.”
I asked her to go for a walk, to find some food.
“I’ll just go grab my things!”
We go to a restaurant and share some Thai food. We drink some Chang. We chat, and laugh, and flirt. We go dancing…we kiss. I ask her, “Have you ever slept with someone you just met?”
“Once,” she said.
“How did that happen?”
“He was just very confident. He lead me where we needed to go. He rented a hotel room, and was just very sure of himself.”
That night I lead her, we rented a room, and I was sure of myself.
I had her in the shower.
I had her against the wall.
I had her in the bed.
And I had her many more times before the sun rose, and the city cocks cawed.
If I wanted her to be my girl, all I’d have to do is buy her a one way ticket, and she’d be here.
But I’m still not ready. There are more adventures, more women, more travels to be had. I’m not done yet.
The Tony twelve years ago couldn’t even say hello to a pretty girl. He thought about killing himself. Because a man without the ability to attract desirable women, isn’t a man.
People will tell you to just be yourself. They’ll say don’t read that stuff, don’t watch that stuff, it’s creepy, it’s weird.
Be all that you can be.
Study the game. Be the best. Change your life.
It all starts by saying, “Yes, I can.”
And never give up.
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