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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Scorched Earth

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Something I read yesterday really struck a chord with me. It talked about Scorched Earth. Now this one was related to war, but in the end of a marriage, in the end of a relationship, aren’t they not wars too?

Too many men are afraid of pissing off their women. Too many men are afraid of “losing half.”

If your wants and needs are second to her’s because society brainwashed you into thinking that is the way it is supposed to be, and you don’t get your needs met, what’s the point of sticking it out? What’s the point of continuing? Doing it “for the kids?” You’ll teach them that is what a healthy relationship looks like. Then they will go out and seek that same type of relationship, or they will create it if they can’t find it.

Staying together because of the kids is a bad idea.

If the relationship is ending, kill it. Let it end. Be done with it. Even if it means “losing half.” You have the ability as a man to go out and make or create more wealth, more money. You’ll be able to go out and have your needs met by someone willing and able to meet your needs. Trust me, they are out there. There are women out there right now ready and willing to meet your needs. Go and find them.

Stop worrying about “losing half.” The courts are stacked against you? You knew that already and you married her anyway.

If your going to get divorced and she is the one who filed and she is the one who wants out, go scorched earth. Burn it all. Worried that she is going to be “entitled” to half your wealth? Half of nothing is nothing. Spend every last cent you have. Spend it fighting her if you want. Spend it on wine, women, and song. Go have adventures. Do something with your money before she gets it. You’ll always be able to make more down the road.

She’ll be a single mother looking for a chump to finance her lifestyle. Remember, half of nothing is nothing.

We as men could fare better in life if we took the scorched earth policy to many things. I’ve found there is nothing so powerful as saying, “Fuck it, let’s see what happens.” Or “fuck it, let’s see what you got. Bring it on.”

Most men and women today don’t have the stomach or the balls to go scorched earth. You’ll find out what you are capable of and it can free you if you do. It did for me.

When I was first getting divorced, I played nice with my ex-wife. I didn’t want to rock the boat. I wanted that waiting period to go smoothly, quickly, and as painlessly as possible.

It didn’t go that way for some of it. All the time I was answering the phone, listening to her blame me for everything. All the time it was her sob story about “poor her,” and how I left her in poverty even though she was the one who chose to move across the country to start over.

It was not enough that I gave her money and a car and let her take whatever she wanted out of the house to go with her. She would call and cry and commiserate about how hard it was, and then she would hit me up for more money.

She would probably being doing that to this day if I had allowed it to carry on. But I didn’t. You see, one day, she did me a huge favor. Probably the biggest favor of all, now that I look back on it.

She called up one day and she was nice and civil at first. That’s how all the phone calls started. But then she mentioned the magic word…

Alimony.

She started saying that she had talked to some legal outfit about how she could be entitled to alimony even though we had both agreed in the divorce filing that no alimony would be claimed by either party. She never said that she was going for alimony, but she insinuated it. She hinted at it.

That was it for me. I told her if that was what she wanted, bring it on. I would spend every last cent that I had fighting her. And when that money ran out, I would beg, borrow, or steal whatever money I needed to continue that fight. Why? Because fuck her, that’s why.

That’s scorched earth.

I said I would do it and I meant it. It was the most liberating feeling I have ever experienced. Then I ended the call with her and contacted an attorney to find out what rights I had and what rights she had. I needed to know what to prepare for in case she actually wanted to follow through on her not so veiled threat.

Turns out that if she wanted to fight, she would ultimately have to come back to where I live to do it. Since the divorce was filed here and she was a resident here at the time, she would have to come back and have her day in court. All on her own dime.

That didn’t happen.

You really can’t lose when you have nothing to lose.

It’s not about, do better, or be better. Sometimes it’s about Fuck It. Let the shit fall where it may and let’s see what happens.

If she is the one holding the match, you can be the one holding the gasoline.

 

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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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