A Million People Read My Blog

Let’s talk about Status.

I’ve been getting fan mail from men – and women. I never intended this blog to be a personal journal. But really, who doesn’t want to be just a little popular? I’ve watched my analytics of readers go from five people a day, to over one hundred. Neat! Growth!

Before I was a pickup instructor/dating coach whatever the hell I am, I was a writer. I wrote for magazines—mostly articles about bands, and small adventure stories. These stories made me a local mini celeb. I still see people around that say, “Hey Tony! Still writing?”

“Haha. Yeah..” I say. I’m still a writer. I get paid to sell peoples nonsense on the Internet; like ebooks about how to get pregnant using miracle herbs. Supposedly it works. Go figure. I don’t say, “Yeah, I teach guys how to pick up chicks.” It’s just too outside people’s reality. It’s like announcing you are a cannibalistic homosexual polygamist to a room full of fundamentalist Catholics. Not a good idea.

Most guys can say they are doctors or lawyers or musicians to rely on status to impress women. If they have their inner game dialled this can work. And many women are impressed by status. For guys like me, we teach men how to get women without relying on status. It’s just you, your soul, your balls and women.

So it’s amusing when women find out what I do and they become attracted. I’ve almost conditioned myself to avoid anything status based. Like, when my novel sells a million copies I may move to a remote island in the south pacific to ride horses and fly gliders. Fame just sort of freaks me out. Even though it’s bound to happen eventually. If you build it, they will come, so they say.

Anyway when I was a cool journalist, a funny thing happened: Party Invites. People would just call me up and invite me to parties. Mostly they were band types. They all wanted me to write about them, and I don’t blame them. I love it when I get written about. It feeds the ego! The ego is hungry, so when you feed it you get really happy. I feel happy just thinking about how cool I was.

And look at me now. I’m a dating coach. Creeping in the corners of bars, charming the panties off supermodels…..Arrrrrrr!!!! And I can’t tell them, BTW, I spoke at a seminar last night to fifty men about how to get laid the same night you meet a woman. Or that I’m able to help a girl re-program her brain using light hypnosis. I wish I could just say, “I’m a doctor.” But, I just can’t tell people what I do. It’s too weird.

I’ve taught rich guys, semi famous guys, old guys, young guys, real estate gurus, and sons of oil tycoons. One thing they are NOT allowed to do on bootcamp is rely on their job or status to attract women. This is the real challenge.

Before the journalist thing I worked a dozen or more weird jobs. Most were boring soul sucking bullshit. Like, I would rather poop in a bottle, light it on fire and throw it at a baby seal than go back to that life of slavery.

I was supposed to be a rockstar. I was some sort of prodigy. Being the lead singer/guitar player in my bands was my only hope for adventure, love, expression. I played punk rock and raged. People thought I was one cool guy. I was in a band. And we didn’t suck. Yes. The stories are true. Being in a band does get you laid.

Unfortunately, like all status based state boosters, strip away your band/job/money/possessions and you’re still a lonely, shy piece of low self-esteem man. Yeah. I was pretty bad. I met some women through that life. I had my heart crushed a few times. I had some easy sex and learned a bit about status. Women like artists. They like men that can express themselves creatively.

Honestly. I really, really want to write about the people I meet. Especially the women. I want to tell stories about their strange ways and the glorious drama. Unfortunately most of these people may one day read this blog. This blog that will ultimately lead to my fame, and fame for the people in my stories, may not desire the attention of a men’s seduction blog. I don’t even tell my friends and family what I do. But sometimes I really want to tell a story rather than give advice. Stories about people…women.

Women like the girl from the coffee shop. She wanted to tell me the reason she couldn’t take my compliments on her beauty was because she was abused. I mean…that’s really fucked up. She didn’t say it…but I know. It was on the tip of her tongue.

Or the girl I fucked an hour after meeting her, on a beach. She screamed pleasure cries in Spanish for all to hear, even though she was British. People three logs down cheered us on in the warm moonless dark.

Or the girlfriend I dated for almost two years and left for no good reason other than we both wanted to move on. And we’re still both sad about it. At least I am. She didn’t like my job much.

Well. I have things to learn. I’m still young. I want more women, more money, more adventure. The girl that locks me down will be the woman that helps me grow. That supports my mission.

I’ve dated beautiful women, smart women, crazy women, nice women. And here’s the truth….

They won’t fulfill you.

So then…what will?

Find fulfillment through:

-Art: Expressing yourself for others to enjoy

-Work: Doing the things today that result in a new reality tomorrow—even if the task is not fun

-Creation: Making something out of nothing

-Love: Don’t judge people even when they judge you. Accept them

-Progress: Enjoy the results of your hard work. Bask in the glory of your achievement. Then move on and let it go

-Growth: Spiritual, intellectual, creative, social, physical

-Truth: What do you really want vs. society’s brainwashing/social conditioning

-Purpose: Having a target to strive for. A reason to keep on living. Something to attach your identity to

Friends/Family: In the end, it’s all you really have. But learn to be cool being alone

The Center Of Attention

If you want to play the status game realize this: You will have haters. I had them when I was in a band, when I was a journalist, and now that I teach this stuff, yeah. I can only imagine the shit I’ll hear when an angry feminist gets a hold of my blog. People love to attach their own stories and assumptions.

But you know what? That comes with fame. The more people you influence, the more resistance you meet. Honestly, when women tell me I’m a douche, or what I do is weird, or something, it does suck. I mean, it hurts. Because I’m not a douche? I dunno. I’ll amuse myself at a girl’s expense, but I don’t lie or cheat or hurt. I’m not a sex crazed manipulator and don’t teach that. But what women think they are attracted to, and the truth, is often not related.

And if you want to change your personality, you will have haters too. Let them hate.

So. You want to know the real secret to picking up girls? Are you prepared to deal with the enormity of this life altering tactic? Wanna know the key to getting laid and dating beautiful intelligent girls?

Ok. First step:

Come up with an idea. Then do it.

And who care what anyone thinks about that. We’re all going to be wormfood anyway–status or no status.