Some tough love from a guy who’s been coaching guys for half a decade. The points may be harsh, but no one got better at anything with soft criticism. Enjoy (with a tough skin)…

That’s because trying to set up women the “traditional” way is like trying to write a term paper on typewriter. It’s just stupid, a waste of time, and—ultimately—very ineffective.

Instead, embrace technology and use the smartphone to your advantage. Texting women in the “modern era” means understanding how to use text to maximize your success with women…

In most of my products and articles, I rarely go into much depth about how to kiss a girl. In my opinion, sexual escalation (like kissing) is more of an outgrowth of sexual tension. In The 4 Elements of Game I define kissing as a “release” behavior—something that releases the tension created when you’re interacting with a woman in an attractive, masculine way.

However, I know some guys out there like a more thorough and detailed explanation of how to kiss a girl…

Quick heads up on this blog…last week my good buddy Bobby Rio and I released our long-awaited book on texting women, Magnetic Messaging.

If you’ve enjoyed my posts on phone and text game on this blog and TSB, then you’ll probably get a lot out of the book. I approached the book as an explanation of attractive communication between men and women, which I know is a major stumbling block for most guys…

Today I’m going to tell you the world’s best pickup line. Seriously. This pickup line is 100 percent foolproof and unless you’re a bumbling idiot, you can’t mess it up.

And no, this isn’t some “feel good dating advice” trick where I’m going to tell you to simply say hi and introduce yourself, and then explain how that’s the “best” line of all because it’s genuine. No way.

This is an actual pickup line: a line (that you say) that picks up (hot chicks). How can I be so sure? Because the first time I used it, I picked up a world-famous supermodel (story in a moment)…

Today I want to talk about texting.

What I have to say about texting will do more than just rock your thumbs…it will change your life.

But to discuss something of such magnitude, I first need to explain my stance on kino…

…or lack thereof.

Imagine this scene…

I’m sitting across from this Japanese girl with incredible cleavage at a sushi restaurant in midtown Manhattan. Our table is on the second floor, right next to a waterfall (yes, there’s a fucking waterfall in the restaurant!). Chill lounge music bumps in the background as the tables fill up with couples.

At some point, I look up from the menu. My gaze narrowly avoids…

Before I get into the blog post, I want to give an update on what’s been going on (and why I’ve been somewhat lax about updating this blog). For the last few weeks, I’ve felt more inspired and productive than ever to build Date Hotter Girls.

As ridiculous as it sounds, something about this company really speaks to me on a very deep. Even before we’d thought of the name, Date Hotter Girls was what I wanted to do…

I could almost see his spirit laid across the floor, shattered, crunching underneath the bustle of a Lower East Side wine bar. I stood off in the corner, not unlike a trainer during a 12-round boxing match. I was ready to yell some motivational tidbits in his ear, or do what little I could to dress his wounds, but not much more.

At least a dozen times that night I spat my personal mantra at him: It’s not about them; it’s about you…

Last year I wrote the 10 Best Texts to Send Girls…OF ALL TIME. Now, time hasn’t ended and those 10 texts are still totally relevant and effective.

But since these posts are fun to put together, and I think they teach good fundamentals for texting and communicating with women, I decided to follow up last year’s post with another 10 texts, straight from my iPhone…

I remember exactly where I stood when I heard it. I was in 7th grade. I was walking through the hallway of the science wing and passing by a group of older kids, cooler kids. These were the “popular” kids.

As I approached the huddled mass, I caught a snip-it of a question: “…going to get porn?”

Then, he said it. A freshman named Dan Beck, already a notorious seducer at the ripe of fifteen, sneered. The crowd went silent as he prepared to speak the words that would forever color my perception of cool. He said…

As the name implies, self-reference means you point out something you did or are going to do. I’ll demonstrate exactly what I’m talking about in a moment, but first I want to explain why this strategy is so effective.

Most of the time when guys chat with women, they try to come off perfect. This is why some men brag, other men “DHV,” and still others just try to appear like they got it all figured out. Logically and intuitively it makes sense to act like this; however, in reality, this accomplishes the exact opposite of attraction…

Alright! So Zack and I have been crazy swamped coordinating a few different projects, but I wanted to post something quick about a comic book I created. I know, I know…it’s a little dorky. But, ever since I’ve been a little kid, I’ve always loved comic book art.

So to spice things up a bit, I retold the story of how Zack and I had our “breakthrough moment” after years frustration when learning how to succeed at dating. Here’s a little “sample” to check out…

If we were to meet up, have a drink together, and then go meet women, it would only take us seeing you do one approach to figure out if you’re good with women or not. It wouldn’t necessarily matter if you “got” the girl. No.

Over all the years, we’ve learned there are really only two ways to tell if a guy’s good with women. Here’s how: when approaching, are the girls:

1. Loving him, or
2. Hating him?

Your pride—The number one thing that holds most guys back from meeting a girl who really excites them is their own stupid pride. Get over yourself. Risk rejection. Stop believing that anyone gives a shit about you, your “reputation,” or how you’re being perceived. Put your pride on the line and go for the girl.

Your laziness—Girls aren’t going to pick themselves up. If you don’t actively make a habit of going out to meet women, you’re not going to enjoy the success you want. Meeting and dating women is a lifestyle, NOT some fad you do for a couple weeks then stop. Get into the habit of TAKING ACTION by getting over your laziness…

A question I’m constantly asked is whether I feel it was necessary that I went through all the “bullshit” dating advice before I arrived at my simplified philosophy. And my answer is always, “I really don’t know.” Who can really say whether or not the bad advice helped me in some bizarre, roundabout way?

Regardless, as I was drifting off to sleep last night, I was thinking of all the things I once did that were just a complete waste of time. For me, I only got into dating advice for one reason: to get better at dating women. I didn’t want self-help. I didn’t want a Tony Robbins-style personal transformation. I didn’t want to become more spiritual. I just wanted to be happier around women…

Sometimes I feel like a fortuneteller. I can often tell a guy’s future. I can tell how a guy’s is going to progress, what sort of girl he’s going to end up with, and how happy he’ll most likely be.

But I don’t know this by some mystical magic ball or an enchanted set of tarot cards. No, my augurs come from something much less exciting…

I can tell by the questions he asks me. As someone who gets bombarded with questions every day…

Neil Strauss is the worst. I’m not name-calling, bickering, or launching some underhanded smear campaign. Strauss is the worst because he’s the lowest form of human—he’s a betrayer of trust. In Dante’s Inferno, traitors occupy the lowest ring of hell. And such would seem an appropriate place for someone who has betrayed so many well-intentioned men.

Now let me address the fan-boys, whiners, and critics right off the bat. This essay isn’t about smashing on “negs” or calling out his homoerotic fashion sense. While that stuff is entertaining as unintentional comedy, this essay is serious…

He made out with the ugly girl first.

I’d told him to approach the redhead he’d been eyeing all night. Tom gazed at me with his glassy blue eyes, and then nodded. He took a deep breath, turned, and made his way toward her. The redhead was reclined against the pool table, her tits pressed tightly against her retro t-shirt, and she had a bored look on her face.

Right as Tom was within earshot of her, he turned to the girl standing next to her: the short, chubby booze-bag girl. I palmed my face in frustration…

Before I delve into dating, let me digress for a moment. I want to confess something…

I suck at sports.

I’m uncoordinated. I don’t have much leg speed. And my body seems unable to accept the “proper form” of any sort of sports movement—from the wrist flick of a jump shot to the elbow snap of a golf swing. I suck. For most of my life, I had to endure my suckiness at sports…