Earlier this year I took the guys during PROJECT X to the same bar this was first used….and am looking at picking dates for the next one…but I digress.

The IS THIS SEAT TAKEN opener is of my all time favorites. It came to me in field while I was coaching some guys (at the time I was taking guys out for free to polish up my teaching skills hoping it would help me one day become a PUA coach). The guys were all freezing up, that dirty bitch known as AA was getting the best of them, so I decided to open and show them how easy it can be…

Everyone who actually has met me KNOWS I have a very confident and direct style of game. I use a few canned routines if they fall into my lap or if I sense that it is the PERFECT time for something, but I usually just go with the flow.

Canned routines are great for learning structure, or if you draw a blank, or….in times like these!

This opener is NOT an opener you can use all the time, actually it is what I call a CANNED SITUATIONAL OPENER, meaning you can always have it ready but it only works in the right setting/situation. It also works VERY well in the quieter environments that I actually prefer.

SO back to the set-

I turned around and saw three girls sitting behind us and went in. As I approached I noticed there were six glasses on the table, each girl had finished one drink and were close to finishing their second and each of the three chairs they were in had a purse hanging from it, this told me they had been there for little while and it was a safe bet it was just the three of them. I stood in front of a fourth empty chair with my arms on the back of it and leaned in, they all looked up at me wondering what I wanted, (my body language was off and I came in too aggressive) so I leaned back and started to pull the empty chair away. I had slid the chair back a few inches then asked

“Is this seat taken?”

I saw their tension go away when they all thought I wanted to take the chair and bring it to my table, they all responded.

“It’s empty, take it, it’s all yours”

I said “cool, thanks!”

Then pulled the chair the rest of the way out, sat down, and pulled myself up to the table and said

“So what were we all talking about?”  With a huge smile!

They all began to laugh and one even said, “wow that was smooth” which I replied with “I know!” .

They then picked up their story right where they had left off and I joined in.

Since that night I have used it more times than I can count, only once did I get a not so positive reaction. I just plowed and when I knew the set was wrecked I told them I was kidding and pulled the chair to our table, which we really did need.

You will get responses that the seat is taken or they are holding it for somebody. I usually say, “Cool I will keep it warm for them” and sit then work FAST!

tip: the Facebook Stalker routine works great if you need to lead the conversation after you sit

I have been teaching this opener for a while and the two things I get asked the most as follow ups are-

“How did you notice all that stuff when you first approached them (the 3 purses, the 6 drinks etc..)”

I just did, I didn’t even think about it till I was asked this question, it was only then did I start trying to figure out how was I able to pick up little things like that so fast. I realized that it was because of ALL the training I had done before hand. Not just pick up and infield, but all of my firearms, tactical, and martial arts training. If you need to learn how to do that, do what I did, or take up any hobby/activity that forces you to work on processing information quickly and is alive.

“Why don’t you just sit down and start talking?”

When I was still lived in Hollywood and was working for Neil I was at his house (giving him some gun tips before he finished writing Emergency, showing him my tricked out 870) We had been talking about new routines and I brought this up, Neil was digging it so much that when Mystery and Matador showed up a few minutes later, he had me share it with them.

Mystery then shared HIS seated set/empty seat opener- going and just sitting down in the chair and saying “sorry I am late”

I like that, and have tried it, but I think mine is better, and here is why-

1.It has pattern interrupts in it (you lean in over the chair= they think you want to talk to them, you then pull away the chair and act like you are taking to your table= they think you are leaving and we ALL have dealt with this before)

2.It has an “out”. If things go bad, just act like you really wanted to take the chair.

3.I know TONS of guys who have done the just sitting down routine, this one is different than what everyone else does…

4. Both show confidence, but this one also shows a little more playfulness and a sense of humor.

Very simple to learn, very easy to use, and something you can have in your back pocket when you need it.

Go forth and try it, and let me know what you think.

My quest to become a better man

It was 2003 and just one year after graduating Boot Camp, I was a United States Marine and the toughest fighting machine in the world! I thought I was even more unstoppable than Superman, and nothing in the world could hurt me….turns out I was wrong, there was one thing……a woman.

After being away for nearly a year for training, I was headed home to surprise her, the plan was to pick up my fiancé and bring her with me to my next duty station. The night before my surprise visit, we were on the phone gushing on about our love and the picture perfect future we were going to have, with me fulfilling twenty years in the Corps with my loving wife and three kids by my side.

The next morning, I slowly walked to her front door, and used the key her parents had given me (that is how much they loved me). I quietly pushed it into the lock and turned it as carefully as I could, so she wouldn’t hear me come in.

In my other hand was a huge bouquet of flowers (white lily’s her favorite). I swear I could see them shaking in my hand…I was ready to ask the woman that I loved to spend the rest of her life with me!

I looked around and when I didn’t see her upstairs I headed down to the basement where I thought I heard a noise…I turned the corner and saw her naked, on top of another guy, the noise was her being FUCKED!!!

She had cock in her so deep it was if I never even existed.

I punched the rock wall, I had no clue what to do but I knew I had to leave FAST, and stormed back to my car with tears pouring down my face. She chased after me, shouting George, wait, George please stop! As I got in the car, she grabbed me holding on for dear life, begging for forgiveness. I remember seeing the tears run down her face, she was crying her eyes out, probably only because she had been caught.

I looked at her and yelled “I never want to see you again, and don’t ever contact me!”  As I drove off I made a promise to myself never to have to suffer through anything like that again.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, a few months later my best friend was killed by a road side bomb in Iraq. I helped escort his body home, and was there with his mom, trying to be strong during this process because I was taught never to show emotions in uniform, it hit me a lot harder than I thought it would.

Afterwards the Corps could see I was not the same Marine/man I once was and sent me in for counseling.   I was diagnosed with depression, and at 19, I had no clue what to do, where to turn, or who to talk to.

To be completely honest, I felt suicidal and was really close to ending my life.

I lucked out and found some mentors, who shared their life lessons with me. They took me under their wing and I improved not only as a Marine, but also as a man.  After about 6 months I was starting to feel back to my normal self.

While in the Corps I travelled for three years to places like Australia and Brazil and avoided going back to America. One paycheck overseas had me partying like a rock star, having sex with some of the most beautiful women in the world, and living life like the ultimate playboy!  Houses the size of what you only see on MTV cribs, drivers, maids, and cooks, life was fucking awesome! And my x, was just a distant memory…

But, 3 years was over in a flash, and I knew I had to face reality before I returned home. I was no longer going to be the exotic American on a trip overseas. I realized I didn’t even know how to talk to women, let alone how do I ask them out. So many questions ran through my head, and again I was the frustrated man from 3 years ago.

On my deployment to Iraq in 2007, I had stumbled upon THE GAME from another Marine and this was going to be my new key to improvement. Everyone knows the book, and it was going to be the starting point to the deep fire I had burning down inside of me.

When I applied what I had read for the very first time, I could not believe the successful outcome it had. I was talking to women with confidence, was getting more dates, and eventually more sex!

I will never forget the time I truly saw the light and had a girl actually chasing me! I met her at a bar in Huntington Beach; I was on point that night. Approaching set after set, twirling girls around and just having fun. There was a 5 set, 3 girls and 2 guys. I remember no one was really talking to this group because the guys were like 6’4 and fucking huge! So I decided to go with the classic “who lies more guys or girls” It actually worked, had them engaged, then transitioned into the how do you all know each other.  Found out everyone were old friends, picked my target, and played Fuck, Marry, Kill along with the Strawberry Fields Routine.

Shortly after I number closed/kissed closed my target and we ended up fucking multiple times a few nights later. The crazy thing, she lived about an hour away and she was driving all the way down just to see me, and it felt awesome to be the one in control!  Surprisingly, “Game” was working, and I felt like a kid in a candy shop who just wanted more and more!

But something was still missing, and “Game” was only working for the first month or two; I had a limited belief that all So Cal girls hated Marines.  This was killing me inside, because not only was I not able to keep a girl when I got her number, or keep her when we dated, I could not even approach confidently because I was afraid that So Cal girls hated Marines.  For a good 6 months, I had no luck with women, getting blown out in every aspect possible. I was right back to being the average frustrated chump with many unnecessary limited beliefs.

With another deployment, this time to Afghanistan, I made yet another commitment to life that would get rid of all the bullshit limited beliefs and help me become a better man. I learned a lot about myself out there as I found my purpose in life and what I want to do, and got in incredible shape.  I realized I no longer wanted to be a Marine, and started doing things that were going to benefit me more than just being a dumb jarhead robot.  As a Marine, this was a very hard thing to do because in the Marine Corps, it is the Corps’s way or the highway. I had to learn to compromise and stand up for what I truly believed in, and that was a major waypoint in my quest to become a better man.  Towards the end of my 7-month deployment, I hit the gym twice, sometimes three times a day, and pushed my body to the limits!  I also joined The BRAVOHOOD for some excellent support to ensure I would never go back to my once lonely and frustrated days as a young man.

Since my return in October of last year, I took a workshop, and met some awesome people. All while doing this I have partied with porn stars/models, and now have the ability to pick and choose when and whom I want to go to bed, without any sense of desperation driving me. My most recent adventure, and probably one of my hardest yet, was a fitness model who I number closed off the internet,  followed by some heavy sexting(advice I received  from some brothers on the forum)which in turn led to hot steamy sex!

One of the biggest realizations I have recognized is that I need to be loyal to myself FIRST – and not doing things because I’ve been programmed or duped into believing they are what I must do.

Secondly, this journey for me is about more than just sex, its about having the discipline as a man to confidently make the decisions I want in life without worrying about peoples interpretations of who I am.  Sex is just an amazing stepping-stone to an everlasting friendship with the one woman I seek to find someday.

Last but not least, I would be nowhere in this part of my life if I was not having fun doing the things I want to do! If you can not make the best out of any scenario, or are seeking validation from anything that you are doing, you WILL NOT HAVE FUN! This fellas, is not attractive to women at all! Trust me on this one!!

So, where am I today you may ask? Well, I recently separated from the Marine Corps after a long 10 years! I took a 12 day road trip across America, and stopped and saw as many brothers as I could from The BRAVOHOOD! First stop was Phoenix to see the man himself, BRAVO, and The Desert Kings.  Bravo and I hit the gun range and I polished up my shooting skills, and had a blast with the boys, thanks Boom!  After 38 hours of driving, and 1800 miles later I arrived in Atlanta and met the A-Team. These fellas know how to party, and once again I was reminded that if you are not having fun with what you are doing currently in your life, then you need to take another look in the mirror and make a change.

My final two stops were brief, but also very fun and educational. First stop after Atlanta was with Bayrage of Richmond, VA. He reminded me again about having fun, and that the basics of pick up really do work and to trust what you first do not think will work. After, VA I met up with “The Company” in NJ. I had a lot of fun with those guys, and plan on re-visiting them shortly, not to mention I have a little hottie waitress who I am flirting with via texting, which would of never happened if it weren’t for the guys at the shore!

So, I leave you with this…. Having a purpose in life and pursuing what you truly want is a key part to becoming a better man! Just over a year ago, right before I went to Afghanistan, I had all these confused thoughts in my head and had no clue which way to pursue life.  Now, although, I am scared shitless of what the future may hold, I don’t really care! Why? Well, because I am currently happy and free, and nothing in the world can take that away from me!

The 5 biggest regrets people who were facing death have

• I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

• I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

• I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

• I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

• I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

linked from Lifehacker source- http://www.inspirationandchai.com/Regrets-of-the-Dying.html

If I woke up early this morning, and was stumbling to the bathroom to piss and stepped in cat shit it would make my day. Actually if I stepped in cat shit, slipped and fell into it, I would be fucking ECSTATIC!

-I was telling this to my friend last week and she started laughing and it inspired me to write this.

So why the hell would I be happy if I stepped in Kali’s shit?

Just a few weeks ago I was cleaning out her litter box, and was frustrated that I couldn’t use the $200 self cleaning litter box I bought awhile ago, it doesn’t fit at my new place. As I am scooping it I was thinking how sick and tired I am of cleaning this damn thing out.

Then Kali got sick

Real sick

Around 2 grand and a week later, all I know is she skin and bones and every time I looked at her I had to check if she was even breathing.

They put in a feeding tube and every few hours I had to squirt food thru it, not fun….

A week of that and she still isn’t doing better. I have never had a pet that was my own before. I am not even a fucking cat guy, my x-wife wanted one and I rescued her and ended up keeping her for the next 7 years. I have also never had a pet die on me, so was planning how to deal with everything if she didn’t make it and where I might bury her.

After an x-ray and more tests (goodbye $$) they decided to move her feeding tube a little higher up.

So by now it has been over a week since she has even taken a dump. Every morning I checked her litter box hoping to find one

All it took was a few weeks and I went from hating cleaning out her box, to feeling like a kid at Christmas hoping the box I was opening was the present I had been dreaming about! Then I even got to the point where I was hoping she had an accident somewhere in my place, and all of us with pets know the WORST way to find those is by stepping in them!

It’s almost like pets pull that shit on purpose. They don’t go and puke, piss, or shit over on the tile or vinyl floor, where we could clean it up with a few paper towels and then a once over with some cleaner,  they do it right in the middle of the room on the carpet, like a big FUCK YOU, this is YOUR FAULT! Or better yet, they do it right in our normal walkways so we step in it, always at the worst time, usually running late for something…

But even if any of those things happened, it would have made my day! Because I would have known her how digestive system was starting to work again, which was one of the signs we were waiting for to see if she was going to pull thru.

….think that is enough talk about shit, but that got me thinking

It is all our perspective, if we don’t like something change it.

I didn’t need this to happen to appreciate that Kali was healthy and alive, but it is crazy how one change and all of the sudden something we hated, we are looking forward to.

Another example of this, one of my buddies sent me a picture of him with a girl he starting hanging out with, and when I say hanging out I meant spending some time with and fucking. He is older, she is younger and pretty smoking.

He emailed me a pic and added-

Shit, I feel like I’m getting OLD!

Look at this photo–she looks young and beautiful.

I look fucking old.

Tell me it’s not that bad.

My response was-

all I see is a fucking pimp with a hot young chick!!!

A student I just did a coaching call with was emailing me, all of his friends were hooking up with chicks he opened that night. Of course he was pissed off and I told him he needs to have a heart to heart with his “friends” after to make sure they don’t do that shit again. BUT I did have to point out that he was responsible for everyone having fun that night, and all of his friends riding HIS COAT TAILS, not too bad and pretty cool progress in the big picture! (and once he fixes the dickhole friends angle, then should be awesome)

The only thing we have true control of in this entire world is ourselves and how we react to outside stimuli. So if you don’t like something, change the way you look at it.

One of the biggest examples of this are new guys who get into Pick Up. The want to be hooking up with hotties and strippers after a week or two. When they aren’t, they get pissed and frustrated. They always want to compare themselves to other people, guys on the forum, or guys they read about in a book.

DON”T

This never was a problem for me, I think from my martial arts training and tactical training I learned how to live in the moment. During force on force gun training, me thinking about what might happen a room or two from now divided my focus, and made me perform less effectively in my current training scenario (eg. hostage rescue) and because we were using sims or paintballs, if I wasn’t on point I would get shot. Getting shot hurts, so you learn very quickly to focus to avoid the pain.

I understand that most of you haven’t been in situations like that, but you can still understand the principle behind it. If you are jamming out on a guitar with your buddies, are you thinking about what you MIGHT be playing 5 mins from now, no you are playing music now and trying to make it sound good.

Just like painting, you want to think about the final product, but you should be focusing as much as you can on your next brush stroke, THAT is the one that matters RIGHT NOW, not the one 15 mins later.

Focusing on the negative, worrying about the future, not making the most of what is going on right now is killing you.

If you are you need to shift your perspective, instead of thinking “I talked to 20 chicks tonight and didn’t get to SNL any of them” you should be thinking -WOW I went out and talked to 20 new people, had fun, and might make some cool contacts out of them for later. I wouldn’t have been able to do that a few months ago!!”

Appreciate the small things, appreciate the things you take for granted, appreciate even the things that annoy you.

One day you might be missing them…

-and Kali update

she has had her feeding tube taken out yesterday by the vet, is putting on weight, and eating a ton

she has also taken the biggest turds I have ever seen from her, and it put a giant smile on my face!

haha

Still playing catch up, but for everyone who has been waiting to hear how PROJECT X was-

It was fucking amazing!!!

This was something I had been wanting to do for YEARS!

I have said and even posted on my site that I just didn’t think a few hours of training, then a few hours of in-field was enough for a guy to REALLY absorb any PUA skills.

So I thought back to my Martial Arts and Firearms training days. Except for when you are sleeping, showering, or shitting you were training. Even over food you were learning, or being able to ask any question you want from the instructor.

I could have done way less, charged the same (or more) and guys still would have been satisfied, but I wouldn’t have been proud of myself because I knew I could have done more…

Also, unlike every other event out there I don’t just care about $, I hand picked each attendee. I didn’t want 1 guy WAY below the curve to bring the event down for everyone else….. we all have dealt with THAT guy before HAHA! I wanted everyone to click and get along on this adventure!

So I had guys that were more advanced, ones that I am keeping my eye on to maybe some day help me out, and I had guys that were going out and trying, but their sticking points were preventing them from progressing.

 
Well I am glad to report back that things went even better than I had hoped. Guys who had never transitioned before, kino-ed, or opened mixed sets= DID

Guys who had trouble opening a few sets over the course of a day= double digits in ONE NIGHT

And there was even more awesome stuff (1 guy Apocalypse Opened a set- TWICE)

The GUN RANGE I took them to and taught everyone how to shoot

MY special TOP SECRET style of PUA Magic

3 different types of Transitions (one of the most important parts of Pick Up that no one really teaches)

Conversation Steering

and more but I figure instead of me just listing everything here I will just link to the threads that those who attended made on my forum (and these aren’t those fishy 1-2 posts members who ONLY post about how awesome I am like you always see on other forums:)
Before you jump to those links I want to thank the FOUR HORSEMAN who attended, and had enough faith in me to sign up for the first event I have run 100% solo.

Mackaholic-his enthusiasm and drive was contagious and went further than he ever had before

Poly- smooth mofo from down under, hung out with him in LA before, clearly going to be a PUA badass…

Stealth- even though he had AA that almost made him sick, didn’t back down and sacked up, eventually opening maybe the most intimidating set the whole weekend

Maestro- stepping up and putting others ahead of himself-got him his Brown Belt

You guys did awesome and I couldn’t be more proud of you!

Special thanks to Farmer- who came out here on his OWN just to help out, really paying it forward after your PUA journey started

Smoothcall- who also came out here on his own to help out, feedback I got was guys dug everything you said and wanted MORE (cant blame them)

Detailed FR HERE

Quick FR HERE

(you have to log into the forum to read the 2nd, my Field Report section is private)