What’s Up Arielle
December 2, 2008 | No comments... yet
Hey, fun partying with you on Monday night at Greenhouse. I was exhausted when we left!
Since I know that you cornered our mutual friend and asked for my website, you might have found your way to this blog.
And I remember you saying, as you got out of our cab, that if I wanted to see you again, I should figure out a way to find you again.
I’m assuming you meant in the non-creepy way, rather than just hanging out at your street corner.
So rather than just ask our friend for your number, I thought I’d find you here.
So now its YOUR turn to find me.
XOXO
JCH
Audio Mailbag: She Made a Bad Choice
December 2, 2008 | No comments... yet
Today’s question comes from Alan, who was writing in responding to the very first email in my email list’s sequence, so he’s probably a ‘newbie’. But I have high expectations that he can get his girl problem sorted.
I broke off with my girl when she went out with another man. But like you mentioned, I am attracted to her though, I know she does not deserve me. I am guilty of some of the stuff you mentioned. What is the best response to show her that she made a bad choice? To be cool and dominant like you recommended?
-Alan
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Friday Night Fire - Turkey Day Edition
November 28, 2008 | 1 comment
Ready to make the most of the holiday weekend? We’re headed out to see two of Christian’s favorite DJs, Deep Dish, with a few new friends. What’s going on in your world?
Recommended background music tonight: Human by The Killers.
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Audio Mailbag: Why’d She Flake?
November 25, 2008 | No comments... yet
Today’s question comes from Akash, and I really sympathize with his situation.
Yo Christian,
I need your advice man. I was at yardhouse last friday, met to hang with some friends of friends and met this really cute girl at our table. We talked for awhile, i REALLy felt like i hit it off - funny with out trying, a little cocky, a little nice, didn’t talk much about myself at all (which I LOVE doing), charmed her cousin as well, etc. At the end of the night, i casually asked her outside ‘u wanna go get something to eat sometime?’ and she was like “yeah, we can do that.” She really seemd really cool with the idea, not crazy about it, DEFINITELY not uninterested.
I took down her number, gave her a hug, and me and my friends bounced.
I was really surprised when i called her, and she didn’t call back (about 24 hours ago). I know i sound lame and paranoid, but i know that if a girl is interested, she calls u back. But this really the first time ever i’ve been truly, truly surprised that i didn’t get called back, and i really did want to hang with this girl, and i was so disappointed.
Should i give up man? call in a week? give her benefit of the doubt? or say fuck it and move on? I really, really would appreciate your help on this one.
-Regular guy, Akash
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Friday Night Fire 2
November 21, 2008 | 2 comments
Nick’s Friday Night Speech for November 21. Recommended background music: Touch the Sky by Kan-yeezee.
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Are You Motherf*cking Kidding Me?
November 21, 2008 | No comments... yet
Its when I see garbage like this that I HATE HATE HATE being in this industry. The following has been pulled from a sales letter that is as idiotic as the idea of bailing out the auto industry with TARP money:
Are you ready to discover one of the biggest secrets in building DEEP attraction with women?
No, it’s not to have good lucks, tons of money, or being famous.
As a matter of fact, it’s something that will completely blow your mind once you hear it.
Are you ready for this…
Confuse them!
But before I tell you how to do it, I want you to know something personal about me. Something guarnateed to make your jaw drop…
Uggghghhhhghghghghghghghghghgh.
I’m serious, this is exactly how the letter reads.
Its funny, but also realllly sad that someone might actually buy this.
Women: Don’t Do These Things
November 19, 2008 | 1 comment
It has come to my attention that quite a few women read this blog. Perhaps this shouldn’t surprise me, but after years of thinking exclusively on behalf of men, its nice to expand the creative consciousness. So I thought I would share a few thoughts on female behavior that I find, well, annoying. I have a great number of great girls in my life - some friends and some romantic prospects - and usually get one or two calls or texts a day from a girl who is interested in me. Whether or not a woman sees me as a “high value” guy is relative to her experiences, but in general, I get chased. So with that as a background, here are some things that are absolute deal-killers.
Failing to Make Friends with My Friends: I cultivate my friendships very carefully, and when a woman sees my friends - male and especially female - as competition, its an instant deal-killer. I will always ask my friends if a girl genuinely tried to get to know them. And if we’ve all hung out more than once, I expect that she’s becoming part of our social circle, not circling on the outside waiting to be pulled in by me as my new queen bee. I’m still shocked at how bad some women are at this. Yes, my friends are judging you - as I expect your friends are with me - so show them that you’re a cool person and pass their judgments. There are no end runs on this one.
Mistaking Empathy for Romantic Interest: I love listening to people, hearing about their situations, and wherever I can, helping them. Most guys who have a lot of women in their lives are good listeners. But don’t mistake my listening as an indicator of romantic interest. It feels good to be understood, but when a woman is attracted to me because I understand her problems, its a huge red flag. Problems that deep need to be resolved independent of a relationship.
Making Characterizations: This one is subtle but particularly revealing. I’ve noticed that people like to make simple, almost derisive characterizations of others when they’re jealous. Example: I had a few absolutely stunning and wildly fun girls over a few weeks ago, who were also cultured, very intelligent individuals once you got past the party-girl exterior. Another girl, clearly jealous of them, kept referring to them as a ‘party in a box’. And while she could claim plausible deniability with a statement like that - “oh, I was just being fun,” - I know people too well to see her actions as anything other than a way to belittle the girls of whom she was jealous. Sadly, I’ve done this before with guys of whom I was jealous, but its a behavior I’ve since cut.
Acting Special When, Well, You’re Not: Some girls try to act like they’re doing me a huge favor to spend time with me. That’s never the attitude to take when you’re hanging out with someone, especially someone with lots of options. My rule is that if I feel like I’m doing a girl a favor to spend time with her, then I just shouldn’t be spending time with her to begin with. And in my experience, 100% of the time a girl does this, it is insecurity masking itself as high value. Play games if you want - I’ll play along if you’re fun and make me smile - but don’t be crudely difficult.
Failure to Accept Where You Fit in My Life: This is a bit of a follow-on to the last point: Some girls are friends. Some girls, a little more. Some girls, a lot more. If we’ve known each other for awhile and we’re not dating, you’re my friend. Don’t act needy or difficult when I ask you to hang out. Don’t make me chase you, because there are five other girls who are more fun and less work. Either accept that we’re friends and deal with your feelings privately, or stop hanging out with me - I’ll understand, because I’ve done the same with girls for whom I had unreciprocated feelings.
Taking Stuff: I’ll let you borrow my things if you really want them, but don’t do it just to make sure that you see me. If I really want to give you something, I’ll offer it to you, and the fewer the strings attached, the more likely I am to let you borrow it. I had a girl walk off with a t-shirt last week, then send me an email message that she’d taken it. “That’s just great,” I thought. “This has made me like you less.” If you really want to roll like that, then “forget” something at my house. Its much less presumptuous, and depending on how I respond when you inform me, you can try to gauge how interested I am in seeing you again - do I suggest that we exchange it face to face, or do I tell you that I’ll leave it for you with my housemates/doorman?
Invade My Personal Space: I love to be close to people who I love to be close to. But don’t take a mile when I give you an inch. I see this with guys, too, especially at the bar, who interpret any response from a girl that isn’t a rejection as carte-blanche to get within six inches of her and start touching her everywhere. Its gross when it happens to you, isn’t it? Well, men don’t like it when its not asked for. It bespeaks neediness and is wicked unattractive.
Don’t Be Judgmental: Yes, I have a weird job. But if you dig into it, you’ll find that there is a real respect for my clients and for women, and that it is as much about identity development as it is the “what to say.” That Mystery guy you see on TV? Smart dude, but his character on the show is a caricature, plain and simple. I can’t tell you how many women I meet who think they’ll out-smart me or give themselves a little platform to be high value by being too judgmental. But these days, I just walk away from conversations with girls who are disrespectful or ignorant about my work and my clients, because it indicates a lack of intellectual curiosity, and a bit of insecurity that I couldn’t deal with. What I’ve found is that really cool girls - the ones who EVERYONE likes - are very supportive of this kind of work. And while this “don’t” has some extra weight for me given my job, it is never a good idea to form blanket judgments of a person based on their profession. I know girls who adulate bankers and lawyers, and just as many bankers and lawyers who hate their jobs. If you want to really get to know a guy, ask him why he does what he does, and if he loves it - you’ll learn much more about his character.
Clearly, all of these are based on experience. And I think that some of the frustration you may sense in these points comes from my desire to genuinely want to be friends with certain women who push for more. In other cases, I sensed romantic potential and maybe even began to get intimate with girls who then became weird or unreasonable. It is truly a disappointment to see potential with a person, then realize that they really aren’t as they initially represented themselves.
And I can say that from being on the other side of the coin - being a fun, successful guy with great people skills, who had some pretty bad insecurities that didn’t come up until I got more comfortable with a girl. It resulted in some heartbreak. And while none of us are perfect, we all want to be more impressed as we peel back the layers of the onion of a person’s character, not the other way around.
Hopefully this is helpful. My situation is a little different than that of many other men, so if you go for men like me, then these are some of the things to think about. There are plenty of other men out there who don’t have as active social lives and who aren’t privy to as many choices as I have. They’re no better or worse - I want to make it clear that they’re probably SAFER relationship choices and I claim absolutely no high ground here, moral or otherwise - but hey, we can’t always choose what we’re attracted to.
Audio Mailbag: Do You Have to be Cold?
November 18, 2008 | No comments... yet
From Pedro, who writes very respectfully!
You know, all these techniques, all the stuff we learn and so on…don’t you think it takes a very cold man to be effectively in charge ? Let’s say, if I go consciously thinking on every thing I should do and every thing she is doing I will not sound natural, but very worried instead ! I have had far better results in situations when I interact just for the sake of it and with no intentions at all !
How to overcome this ? Or must we get to the conclusion that for being a PUA, unless you’re a natural, you must be a very cold guy ?
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Scrub Status
November 17, 2008 | 3 comments
I sat depressed and alone in my dorm room overlooking NYC’s cherished Union Square, with Radiohead’s “Creep” sulking in the background.
I looked down with longing at the plethora of social interactions and couples that plagued that rugged Square, as musicians jazzed, bikers and skaters flew, and farmers and artists came to proudly display their respective masterpieces as the autumn leaves decorated the brick floor. Down there was a vast and diverse multitude of colors, art, vegetables, music, leaves, painted even more beautifully with human interactions that engender the most authentic emotions such as anger, depression, hate, joy, curiosity, and more importantly, love. Simply put, the square teemed with life…
But I sat, looking down, alone, void of emotions, in the darkness…
When I started college, I thought I was going to be a “baller” or a “player”. I thought I was going to have so much fun and get so many girls. Especially since I was entering a school in NY, New York, which is famous for a diverse set of the most beautiful women in the world. Since most of the male population going to my school is gay, I thought the chances of getting the girls that I used to only dream of in high school increased tenfold.
But after a pretty lame freshman year, I realized that NYC social scene was a totally new and mysterious world, and when I did go out to bars and clubs, I would be trapped on the side, watching people have fun, as I tried to pretend to be busy looking at my phone or pretended to be too tired as I sat in a corner radiating negative social energy or in PUA terms, demonstrating lower value. In class (and various other academic settings), in the gym, in the cafeteria, or in other social gatherings, I would be the guy that minded his own business and talked to my own friends. All I could think of when talking with girls was school work. (What a Loser!) If it was a pretty girl that I liked, I would keep the conversation very safe and formal, as if not to offend her. I was happy by the fact that she was taking her time acknowledge my presence, but relieved when she left because when she was around, I would be so tense. Worse off, I would go home and think about her, frustrated, knowing I could never get a girl like that to even be a friend. I oozed neediness, desperation, and depression, like I have a sign on my back with AFC written on it. Every weekend, I would have to depend on my friends who were a little better with girls to find where the next party was and be ready to drop mad money, because there was probably no way I could bring girls with me. After a couple weeks of leaching off my friends, they started to not pick up my phone calls. Two years have gone by in college, and I am no where near having the fun I thought I would have when I began as a eager young freshman. I found myself becoming more desperate and more frustrated with myself. To mark my inner depression and disappointment with myself, I started wearing hoodies covering my face, didn’t shave, smoked pot all the time, and started to stay in on weekends to play computer games, listened to depressing and slow rock and R&B about rockers and singers who had their hearts broken or just cried out in sexual frustration. Who knew that the complexities of the feminine mystique could so utterly break a soul of a man? I had officially hit the lowest point in my social life ever. I am a tool. This was absolute scrub status.
I had always been cool in high school. Everyone liked me, as a friend. I was a three season athlete, pretty good looking, tall, wide shoulders, kind of scrawny, and doing well academically as well. One huge selling point was that I had the whole house to myself senior year of high school, and I threw mad parties, but looking back, I felt like I was being used to throw parties and thus started the makings of one of the biggest tools/scrubs in history. I realized that when all of my sudden new found friends left me alone to clean the house by myself after almost every party. In the day, I realized I did not make an attempt to go out with friends, but stayed in and played computer games. I never had a girlfriend, but there were always some cute girls that showed interest in me, but whenever it came time to socializing with them, I was a failure. To hide my fear and pretend like I had something to offer them, I said I partied with college kids a lot when I really didn’t party or know that many college kids, and created this identity for myself as a “way too cool for school” kid. This resulted in never having a girlfriend during high school and not even having a prom date. I pretended like the girls were too low level for my taste, and played it off like I didn’t have any money for prom. Inside though, it stung like a bitch. But whatever, I thought that once I got to college in NYC, I would make cooler friends and meet hotter girls, and my high school friends would beg to visit me in the city and take them out. Up till now, none of my high school friends have shown a remote interest in visiting me.
That is absolute scrub status.
I tried to use the same game that I used in high school for college, pretending like I had a lot of offer, to friends and girls so that they would look up to me and respect me, when I really didn’t. And when compared to the promoters and millionaire parents’ children I was up against, there was no chance in hell. That was when I finally acknowledged that I was a scrub, a tool; someone that had been hiding behind a false mask of greatness when in reality, all there was behind that mask was a fearful boy who just wanted to be loved.
One of my few close friends started talking about “the Game”, and how these methods have improved so scrub status men into stars with women. I didn’t believe it at first, but in my desperation, I hoped something like the game did exist, and decided I would work on it in hopes that just possibly, I could accomplish my dreams. That was when I finally decided to get this area of my life handled. I saw an ad for “Conquer Your Campus”, priced reasonably, and decided to buy it. Seeing my credit card being charged for something that I might not be able to trust, written about an elusive topic by an unknown author was probably, in my mind, the most degrading thing I had ever done. It was like a proud acknowledgement to the financial institutions that run credit card companies and whoever was on the other end selling these self-help books that I am officially scrub status. After reading through the book, and re-reading it, and after a few months of trying to implementing the theories in the book, I realized that I didn’t improve that much. I blamed it on the NYC setting, which was very different from the campus college settings of the CYC e-books. But once again, I was trying to find a way to justify getting a refund for my money.
In fact, everything that the book said was true and I hated it. It exposed me for the coward I was. I realized I had been living a lie, a life with no substance. When I viewed myself as something not cool that I had to create a false identity with those I considered my friends, then something had to be wrong. In the process of trying to be this elusive cool, I had decayed into a scrub. But now that part of my life is over, and my mask is coming off. I realized that cool is a subjective thing. All my life, I had been trying to be cool according to other people’s view, when in reality, it was I, and only I, who had the power to define something as cool. So over the summer I spent a lot of time with my real friends and family just being me, exposed as naked for them to see, and I realized that to them, I am cool and they love me just the way I am. Now, with the help of some friends, Christian Hudson and Nick Sparks, I want the world to see how freaking cool I really am. And I know they’re going to like what they see…
Friday Night Speech 1
November 14, 2008 | No comments... yet
Nick’s Friday Night Speech for November 14. Recommended background music: Mr. Brightside.
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