Do You Know Where You’re Going? What You’re Doing? What You Want?

**Before I carry on with the philosophy of intent, I want you guys to know I’m travelling to the east coast this summer. I’ll be in Montreal, Toronto and possibly New York. So if you’re looking for coaching from the best seduction artist in Vancouver, Canada, if not the known Universe, get in touch now. I haven’t been out that way in a year and I expect fill up my schedule quickly. Out of town private coaching ranges from $2k – $4500 for a mentorship. Subtract $500 for Vancouver. Consider a trip to the land of mountains, beaches, and beautiful women.**

I was chilling in a park yesterday, and something about the breeze brought me back six years to my first Summer in Montreal, where like a young dick wizard, I studied and practiced the seduction arts. I was on a rooftop terrace one particularly warm evening, trying to chat up some girls, when a guy I worked with at a call centre called me a “try hard.” I looked at this guy and said, “Yes. I am a try hard. I try hard.” Wow, what at time that was, paying my dues, going out seven nights and days a week to approach strange women so I could conquer my insecurities. I knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going and what I wanted. I wanted girls. These days I want something different.

If you don’t know what you want yet, that’s ok. But start doing something, anything, as an experiment. Life is short, so have fun with it. And if you like being single, you like your job, you like your apartment and your life and your friends, then this blog probably isn’t for you. This blog is for people who are perpetually dissatisfied, who want more than they were given. Who if they don’t know what they want, are keen to discover their path.

Some women know exactly what they’re doing. When she bats her eyes and makes a pouty face, it’s because she’s practiced that same pose in thousands of mirrors, in hundreds of selfies, and now she’s practicing on you. This is female seduction, a very deliberate act. We admire them for their apparently innocent, effortless grace. When she walks with her butt pushed out so it sways left and right, with her bosom lifted up and a little bit exposed; this wasn’t an accident. She knows exactly what she’s doing: she’s playing a game. She’s practicing. Maybe unconsciously, but often completely aware. She educates for three years to be a nurse, and have more money, for nicer things, and long trips — or to impress her family, and meet doctors. Ancient women did not have this luxury. Naivety might lead to squalor and prostitution. The needed to know where they were going.

When you approach a woman, you should know exactly what you’re doing, and why you’re doing it. The whole notion that things should, “happen naturally,” is a concept parroted by powerless Muggles who blow from birth to death like a dissipating cloud. Don’t do that. Have a plan, for at least some of your precious time.

In your daily action, in your life plan, in your seduction, everything should be deliberate and with purpose. Without purpose, you are merely existing. Relaxation is nice and good, but check that your relaxation is not actually a limbo for a purposeless existence. If your purpose is to be a good employee, be the best employee. If your purpose is to write novels, write the best novels. If your purpose is to gain muscles, travel the world, seduce beautiful women, raise a family: have a plan. Point at where you want to go and create a map.

When I approach a woman on the street from the front, I’m smiling slightly, I’m standing straight, I’m feeling happy and calm. As I approach, I make sure she can see me coming towards her. I do this by waving at her, or nodding my head towards her. I shake her hand and let it linger there for a moment longer than necessary, because I know exactly what I’m doing, and I’ve practiced it a thousand times.

When I speak my vocal tonality is even and sure, without a rising inflection, because I’ve studied the real life consequences of rapport seeking tonality. It’s not good to ask permission, favour, or apology. Sometimes it must be done, but not often.

When I try to kiss a girl I do so without apology. It’s a turn turn off. Whether or not you’re in the wrong, it doesn’t matter. It’s a turn off most of the time. I purposely do not apologize. When I do apologize, it is because I have chosen to do so, because I’ve actually hurt someone. Sorry.

When I post a Reddit post, and link it to my blog, and Tweet it, and Facebook it, I know that I’m marketing my product. There’s no shame in doing so, because a man needs to make his money. We need our resources: Shelter, women, money, food. And if need be, we’ll kill for it. But in my nice, safe, clean city full of police officers and ambulances, all I need to do is market. I’m a slave to nobody because I had a plan to work for myself. Never be ashamed to sell your wares, or trade your skills and time for resources. But don’t just work because you need to eat, cow-like. Work because you have a plan. Look five years into the future and ask yourself: Where do I want to be? Who do I want to sleep with? Who are my friends? What will I do to fill my time?

Don’t be afraid of the deliberate path. Being, “try hard,” is a compliment. Letting things, “just happen,” is the philosophy of the weak. Others will witness your rise and so mock you, judge you, condemn you; but in the end only those with a plan will succeed in achieving their goals. Only those who know exactly what they’re doing, where they’re going, and what they want. And if you don’t know yet, the first step is to start asking yourself the right questions.

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