I’ve had this weird predilection for hooking up with girls in the oddest of places. Alleys, car hoods, parking garages, they’re all fair game.

I think once you reach a certain level, you find new ways to stay motivated. For me, it’s been trying to place myself in the weirdest logistical situations and still make it happen.Just building more reference points so if I see something I want, the training just takes over.

How did I get to this point?

Hard work and great mentors.It’s an approach that I am familiar with. A year and a half agoI was using this same method for a differentgoal, one where my life would have headed in thecompletely opposite direction.

I had been slaving for7 years, publishing scientific articles, and obtaining a Masters degree to try and get into medical school. Concurrently, I was planning to travel 5 hours and enroll in a school close to where my girlfriend was attending Law School.



We were high school sweethearts, she was my only girlfriend, and we had been together for almost eight years. We were about to take the next big step and move in together. What else could you ask for? We were quickly becoming the quintessential American family.

But this weird feeling kept creeping into the back of my mind. I knew the relationship wasn’t going to last. Was she the one?

She was beautiful, smart, intelligent, and came from a solid background. Where was I supposed to meet another girl like that?

But that first semester apart proved too much. We parted ways amicably, and I dove into the single world wondering, “How the hell am I going to meet another girl?”

Luckily, I found the community as the relationship was dwindling, and started devouring any advice I could find.

Soon enough, I met another girl. But confusing my past experiences with the new material I was reading resulted in a disastrous relationship. I wanted the best of both worlds, a full time girlfriend, and the variety of girls I had always dreamed of.

I was still living in total scarcity. After a few months, on and off, I finally broke it off and moved to the city with a close friend to startworking on this skillset in earnest. Storming the nightlifescene with a flurry of cold approaches, mostly alcohol induced, we went out 50 of the first 60 nights.

I was also writing about my experiences on RSDNation.com. New sticking points were surfacing fast, and with the help of more advanced guys on the forum, I was able to grow my skillset quickly.

The next big boost to my game came after watching Transformations. I realized I wasn’t a closer. With this new mindset I went to a friend’s wedding and ended up pulling some girl into the hallway, stealing a bottle of wine, and sneaking away to drink and makeout with her in the corner. I tried to move things to her hotel room, but she lost the key. So I pulled her to my car instead.

Mmmmm, my first exposure with token resistance. If only I knew then what “We aren’t having sex tonight.” means “We are having sex tonight.”

It was a massive boost to my confidence either way. But I was still hitting a brick wall. No matter how hard I tried, I still hadmassive approach anxiety and was afraid to pull the trigger. Also, relying on booze to approach was resulting in more money being spent on alcohol per month than rent.

One night, after another adventure of binge drinking, and choding about trying to talk to girls, I made the best decision of my life. I decided to take a bootcamp with Real Social Dynamics.

Under the pretense of attending a Biotech Seminar, I drove off to Chicago for what would be one of the most formative experiences ofmy life.

November 9th, 2007.

Meeting up at the Westin hotel, I instantly recognized the RSD crew. There was Stuart L, with long spiky highlighted hair, Alex~sporting a pink insignia t-shirt and bleach blonde hair, and Derek with long hair like a main and white Ed Hardy blazer with a silver tiger logo onthe back. Little did I know that these three would become some of my closest friends over the next few months.

Deep Identity Level Change… Check.

I was a boy before bootcamp, and a man after. There were many concepts and experiencesthat helped in theevolution, but the biggest epiphany was that I just needed to give MYSELF permission. I remember Alex~’s words…

“Dude, at some point you need to just identify with being good at this. Stop trying to LEARN. You already ARE successful. If you want a girlfriend, you can. If you want 10, that’s probably not out of your reach either.”

It was all I needed.

I had been dating a few girls off and on prior to bootcamp. After program, that ballooned out to 7. A month or two later I started working on bathroom pulls. The first night trying, I pulled one girl into the bathroom at a private party, and another into the ladies room at the nightclub.

I was getting massive success. But soon enough, a new sticking point.I freaked out. Started getting approach anxiety again. This time it was for a different reason. I was identifying as someone who was “successful with women”, and afraid to challenge that identity.

Massive ego trip.

My solution was to drop most of the girls I was dating and get back in the field. I did hold on to two, both highly successful, blonde, fit, high self esteem, beautiful girls. One started taking up more time than the other, and slowly became my girlfriend.

This lasted for about two months, and I WAS HAPPY. A relationship is so much healthier when it isn’t coming from a place of scarcity. The craziest part was that I was MORE compatible with her than my old girlfriend. Why had I wasted so many years of my life scared to get out of that relationship?!

But this was short lived, haulted by another epiphany-laden weekend at the RSD NYC Superconference.

In New York, I roomed with Derek. We had winged once or twice since my bootcamp, but we stilldidn’t know each other very well. Over the course of that weekend, something clicked though, the result of great content during seminar, and the nostalgia of hearing Alex~’s Aussie voice again. I had another internal shift, which culminated in just OWNing the Hotel Gansevoort with Derek.

I decided to undergo another 30-day challenge for the month of June. It started off on a random Sunday, where I met another one of my biggest influences, Derek’s wing, Brian.

The night was another huge learning experience where I realized I wasn’t taking responsibility for my actions, I was still afraid to pull the trigger and LEAD. I just accepted whatever was coming my way, letting the girl lead the interaction. It was also memorable because I almost succeeded in the “hat trick” i.e. 3 girls in one night.

Next was another round of bootcamps with Alex~, this time as an assistant. It was two weekends of program pulling girls with both Derek and Alex~, and two weeks of Alex crashing at my house. Gaining wisdom from both of them, I was getting more consistent, building a rock solid inner game, and vastly expanding my sense of entitlement.

Shortly thereafter was the LA Superconference. More glory, as I pulled a stunner and her friend with Alex~ to their hotel room in Hermosa Beach. Alex~ had his girl in the shower, while my adventure ended on the asphalt roof of the hotel.

The following week, Jeffy was in-town for the Jeffy Freedom Tour. After the seminar, we proceeded to wreak alcohol-induced havoc throughout the city for two nights with Derek and Stuart.

All this contact and winging with the best in the game was rubbing off. My confidence was through the roof and my consistency was on the rise.

But after all this traveling, my social circle had fallen apart, andIlost contact with most of the girls I had been dating. So I spent the next two months rebuilding my social circle.

Soon enoughI was back at it, going out with a core group of friends, and dating3-4 girls. A few weeks later I assisted on Alex~’s last US bootcamp. Great program, students all pulled, we pulled, +2 for my confidence.

The following Wednesday, I orchestrated my first threesome. Confidence +2 ... I was mastering physical game, and my self-esteem skyrocketed.

But I wanted more.

I had been hearing stories of Derek and Brian doing legendary things in Las Vegas. 7 girls in 7 nights, followed by 5 girls in 5 nights. The late night hotel staff even knew who they were strictly based on their ability to pull. This is the type of environment I needed to immerse myself into, and see how my game measured up.



The first memory I have of that weekend was attending the grand opening of the club Lavo in the Palazzo. There were celebrities and beautiful women everywhere. But I couldn’t get anywhere with these girls. My natural physical nonsensical game was getting me to open, but not much beyond that.

We still ended up pulling some Mexican cuties back to the hotel, but my confidence was dwindling. A new sticking point was uncovered. My verbal game sucked.

My style is very much rooted in my belief/sense of entitlement, physicality, body language, and tonality. But the words coming out of my mouth didn’t mean much. That was great to a point. But to reach that next level, I needed to build the “million dollar mouthpiece.”

Later that week I hooked up with two different girls. The hotel staff remembered my name too after jumping out of the passenger seat of some girl’s Ford Mustang at 2AM. The other girl was an Israeli, with a story that could only take place in Las Vegas.

Luckily, foreigners take a big cut in gambling taxes. We went to the Bellagio after meeting at the club, and when her sister won $1500 dollars at the slot machine, she put it in my name and paid me $100 dollars to preempt a tax fee. One hundred dollars richer, I took my girl up to her room while the sister continued gambling.

All in all, between the three of us, we pulled over 15 girls back to the hotel, and I made massive improvements in my verbal game.

The next weekend, I assisted on another program with Ryan, Papa, and Derek. I must have made some sort of impression with Papa, because he asked me to travel to LA and celebrate Tyler’s birthday with him, and be a part of his first LA bootcamp.

So, even though I was broke, traveling constantly off of my credit card, I had to take the opportunity to meet Tyler. The months of work with the best in the world all culminated in that trip to LA. The bootcamp went great, and my game was in top-notch form.

A week later I was selling everything I owned and packing my suitcase, preparing for the Real Social Dynamics Instructor Training Program. Exactly one year after my bootcamp.



As I write this from the Marriot Hotel in Amsterdam, I wonder, “What lies ahead?”

One year. Imagine the next…

The lessons learned are that surrounding yourself with the right people, being open-minded, staying positive, and TAKING ACTION gets you far.

Put in the effort and anything is possible. Now it’s my job to show YOU what is possible. It’s not a matter of if, but when…

Are you ready?