No Shortcuts

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I’m going to cut to the chase today guys.

There’s no shortcuts to get what you want. You have to do the fucking work.

Anything else is just an excuse to not do the work.

You’re out of shape and fat? Your fault. Do the work. How did you get that way? By not doing the work. Getting out of shape and being fat wasn’t an overnight phenomenon. You didn’t wake up yesterday or today and you were suddenly fat. No. You spent years getting there.

It’s going to take some fucking time to get your ass into shape. Do the work. As Rich Cooper would say, “Pick up heavy shit and put it down.” It’s that simple. But it may not be easy. Most of your life, you have had it on easy mode. That’s why you are fat and out of shape. That’s why you don’t have someone in your life to have sex with. That’s why you aren’t making the money you want. That’s why you don’t have the career, job, what-have-you that you want. Do the fucking work.

I saw a friend over the weekend, last time I saw her was at my Mom’s funeral. Before that, I don’t remember. It’s been at least a couple of years.

She’s a good person, don’t get me wrong, but man can she sing a tale of woe. She’s been singing it for over 20 fucking years.

I first met her back in high school, that’s how long I’ve known her. Most of my life now that I think about it. When she was younger, she had long blonde hair and she was petite with an ass that just went “pow!”

I miss the old her. She was hot. She was good looking. She had energy. Now days? Not so much.

She’s probably put on at least 50 pounds since back in the day. The Wall has not been too kind to her.

And she still keeps on singing that same old tired fucking song:

“I’m too tired to work out.”

“I need to go to the gym, but I don’t have enough time in my day.”

“I’m sick. I don’t feel good. I’ll go another time.”

Same old song and dance that she’s been singing and dancing to for over 20 years.

Her life is her fault. She doesn’t want to do the work. She wants to keep it on easy mode. She wants credit, but doesn’t want to actually earn it.

So she’s fat and has a bunch of health issues going on. And she’s 47 years old.

Bitch, you have the same amount of time in the day as everybody else. 24 hours.

How you spend it, how you use it, is up to you.

Do the work.

There are no shortcuts.

On another note, I’m getting ready to go to Portugal. I’m going to fly across the pond and see the sights. I’m looking forward to it.

I’m sure I’ll have things to talk about when I get back. Until then:

Do the fucking work.

 

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Father’s and Son’s

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It’s Monday October 15th. It’s been a month since my Mother died. It’s really strange how time goes by. On one end, it feels like it was just yesterday that she died. On the other hand, it’s amazing how fast time has gone by. It’s been a whole month.

Most of this last month has been for the better. Most days are better than I thought they would be.

Part of that is that I’m getting to know my Dad. Not just on a Father and Son level, but from the perspective of one Man to another. I’m learning who he is as a Man, not just a Father.

It has been really good getting to know my Father the Man. It helps me understand myself better and maybe why I do some of the things that I do and have done. The apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I can see now where I get some of my behaviors and ways of being. I get it from him. A lot of the ways that I view and interact with the world have come from him. Now maybe you may be sitting wherever you are, reading this, and think, “Well duh Rob.” But understand this for a moment:

My parent’s got divorced when I was eight years old. I only saw my Father on the weekends in the beginning. That was maybe for a year. After that, I didn’t see much of my Father, and by the time I became a teenager, I only saw him occasionally when he came over to the house to work on one of his cars. Even then I didn’t see much of him as I was busy with school and friends. So we would see each other for a few moments at best.

We were distant and estranged as far as I was concerned. I have to admit, during my teens and into my twenties, I didn’t think much of my Father. I didn’t like how he handled things and I didn’t want to be like him. Saying something like, “You’re just like your Dad,” was fighting words to me back then. I wanted to be nothing like him.

I thought that my Mother got the raw deal in the divorce even though she was the one that wanted it.

I know better now. I heard my Mom’s side of the story many times growing up, and over the last few years, I’ve been getting my Dad’s side of it in bits and pieces. Now that my Mom is gone, I’ve been getting even more of my Dad’s side of things, and I have to admit, they make sense. They are the missing puzzle pieces that I didn’t know were there.

I’m glad for the time that I have with my Dad. It’s important to me. I’m glad that I’m getting to know him not only as a Father, but as a Man. He’s been honest with me when I ask him questions, he holds nothing back. He’s also answered every question that I’ve had so far.

I understand myself better now than at any other point in my life. I understand that many things I do and have done are “nurture.” They are the things I’ve learned from my friends, my society, and my culture. I’ve also noticed things that I would call “nature.” Maybe I’ve actually learned them without being aware of it, it’s totally possible. But I kind of doubt that. These are the things that have just sort of “come naturally.” Much of it I see and hear from my Father when I ask the questions that I’ve asked.

I highly recommend to all you Men in particular, and to everyone out there reading this, talk to your Dad if you are able to. Talk to him about being a Man. Don’t just ask him what it’s like being a Father, ask him about stuff that relates to being a Man.

Hopefully you have that option in your life still. If you do, if your Father is still alive and you are able to contact him, do it.

Talk to him and do stuff with him. I’m going over to his house later today and we are having steak. We’ll probably watch NHRA drag racing too.

Get to know your Father, not only as a Father, but as a Man. You may get answers to questions that you didn’t know you had. You may get some understanding into yourself that you didn’t know you wanted or that you needed.

 

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Stop Chasing Women

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When I was back in my early to mid twenties, I was learning about Game. I wanted women. I wanted to get laid. Hell, I wanted some sort of relationship with a woman beyond “just being friends.”

So I bought books, CD’s, and DVD’s through the mail. (The internet was around, but was still a somewhat “newish” thing back then.) E-books didn’t exist for the most part and “boot camps” were just starting up. Most of what exists now that guys can easily get a hold of either didn’t exist or was buried deep somewhere on bulletin boards.

Well fast forward a bit during those years, some of what I learned worked to one degree or another, and some of it didn’t. Probably most of it didn’t. My results with women were so-so. The thing that I noticed though was that the more I chased women, the more they ran away. That would pretty much sum up my twenties into my early thirties.

In my early thirties, somebody told me something that I’ll never forget, and it’s probably the best advice I’ve ever been given when it comes to attracting women.

Stop chasing women.

What?!

I’ll say it again:

Stop Chasing Women.

Do your own thing. Work on being a better Man. Become the “World’s Most Interesting Man.”

Stop making pussy your number one priority. You enter their frame and their world when you make them the goal.

You have a lot of “notch” counts? Yeah, so? What else have you got going on for you? What else are you doing? What else have you done? What are you doing with your life, besides chasing tail?

The Men I’ve met that are the most successful with women stopped chasing women.

That doesn’t mean they gave up on women and that they hate women. Far from it. They just stopped chasing them and started doing their own thing.

What do you think women will find fascinating about you? The fact that you chase women all the time and have 50 lays under your belt? Or that you’ve visited every state in the United States and can tell them which one of your trips was your most memorable?

What do you think a woman would find more interesting, the fact that you know how to “score,” or that you can tango?

Which do you think would excite a woman more, that you play Call of Duty on a regular basis, or that you go on motorcycle trips every year?

Become more interesting and women will become more interested.

Stop chasing them and they’ll start chasing you.

Take up some dance lessons, learn how to cook a dish (not microwave leftover pizza), go visit other places other than your own house or apartment. Go on a trip. Take up photography. Buy or rent a motorcycle and start riding.

I’ve met more women when I’m out on my motorcycle than anywhere else. Best part is I don’t have to do anything. They come up to me. They want to go for a ride and they ask me to take them for a spin, in front of their boyfriends.

Stop chasing women and do your thing. Learn new skills. Take up new hobbies. Go on adventures.

Become a Man who is interesting to women.

They’ll come up to you. They’ll ask you questions. And you’ll have things to talk about without having to “learn scripts” and use “embedded commands.” You’ll seem like a “natural” because you’ll be a “natural.”

Learn new shit. Do new things. Develop yourself. You’ll find that you have Game. And it will start to flow naturally from you.

 

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