No, it’s not the end of a football game. But isn’t that great when your team’s winning, you’re in the stands and you count down. “Ten, nine, eight…” What’s the point? They don’t hear you. The players could care less, and in their heads they’ve already counted down when the game was over anyway.

Sp here we are, December 31st, 2011, only a few hours to go until the most incredible moment of the year!
The strike of 12, when you’re standing in a room full of people that you have not talked to or connected with all night, and you desperately search around the room for the drunkest woman to kiss. That is the stupidest night of the year.

Most of you will be chasing the night tonight. You go out, trying to find the best party you can possibly find. When you get to that party, if it’s not good, you’ll say to yourself, “Man there’s no chicks here. We really need to go to the Holiday Inn bar down by Route 25, I heard there’s some cougars there that are looking to get lucky on New Year’s Eve.”
You’ll be searching all night long, when in reality tonight, all this night is, it’s just another Saturday night. It’s no different than last Saturday night, or the other 364 days this year. Who cares? You don’t need to go out with a bang.

In fact, you may not have had a bang the whole year. You don’t need to make amends, make up for bad parties, bad choices, bad dates, whatever it might be, by going out and trying to make this the greatest night of your entire year.

This is the most overrated night of the entire year, so instead, why not be proactive? Do something you actually enjoy where you know you’ll have a good time. Go see a movie, stay at home, have dinner with friends or family. Do something that’s more enjoyable. Invite some friends over and play board games. You’ll certainly be more stimulated, and really if you think about it you’ll be more bored, and definitely a whole lot more anxious, at a ridiculous, overrated New Year’s Eve soiree.

It’s time that you did something different this New Year’s Eve and stopped chasing the New Year. Allow the New Year to come to you. Allow the New Year to happen on its own, and allow the New Year to manifest the way it’s supposed to. You’re not going to make up for a year’s worth of bad nights by going out and maybe find someone to kiss at the stroke of midnight.
It doesn’t matter if you kiss some sloppy drunk person and have a funny story to tell going into the New Year. It’s not going to change your life or the way you are with women, just because you were able to make out with a sloppy drunk girl at the stroke of midnight, so stop being an amateur and act like a professional.

Professionals don’t count down at the end of the game. Professionals embrace the win and move forward and think about what to do the next day to become even better.

First of all, I wish everybody a merry Christmas. So, here we are, Christmas 2011! What is everybody doing?
I’m going to be really politically incorrect. Screw this “Happy Holidays” crap.

Let’s just face the facts: Today is Christmas day, and on Christmas you wish people a Merry Christmas. Most people aren’t really super religious anymore, so deal with it. It’s Christmas, it’s the day of gift-giving, it’s the day of massive disappointment on many kid’s faces because they didn’t get the presents they really wanted. It’s the day of putting on a fake face when your mother gets you that sweater you didn’t want.

Or your girlfriend or boyfriend gets you something you never really craved. It’s the agony on a child’s face when its grandparents come over and instead of a giant car or a big wheel, you get the itchy sweater that grandma knit and a check for $17.

It’s also the elation of being a child and not being able to fall asleep. We used to try to go to bed at 6:00pm on Christmas eve because we wanted Christmas day to come faster. We were up all night long staring at the tree wondering what was in there. I actually already knew, because I knew all the hiding places of the presents. Each year I would know every single present that was under the tree. I didn’t let my sister and brother know about it, I really did keep that a secret.

Christmas used to be amazing when we were kids. Now as adults, it’s lost all of the magic. We don’t get much of anything special because we already buy ourselves everything we want.

So what’s everybody doing this holiday season? How are you sharing this holiday season with others?

Today at Christmas I’m going to watch reruns of all my favorite Lassie episodes. There’s Lassie’s Christmas story, 1958. I’ll post it on the blog. There was some really unbelievable acting in the 50s, I’ve got to show you this.

Really, I have no idea what I’m going to do yet. But I know what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to open my presents and think about what presents I don’t like. I’m going to embrace all the presents that come in. As of now, Santa hasn’t paid me a visit yet.

But you never know if St. Nick will slide his ass down that chimney, and if he does, hopefully he won’t get stuck because my chimney has a pretty narrow shaft.
Anyway, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! Do any of you know who said that line? If you do, you get to go to Tom’s house for Christmas. It’s not tiny Tom, it’s tiny who?

And for those of you who always wanted to be a Santa in a mall, check out this strange group of guys.

They check and see whether or not they made the sales they needed to. They check and see what they need to order in the new year. The bookkeepers are frantically crunching numbers so they can get taxes done.

It’s inventory time. The world is taking inventory right now and figuring out what they need for next year. Businesses are figuring out what their cash flow is. Hotels are frantically trying to sell hotel rooms. Households are trying to make just a little more money to close out the year and make sure it was a great year.
And women are looking around and basically thinking, “Have I spent more time fantasizing about men than actually dating them?”

The other day a friend of mine e-mailed me and wrote, “It’s amazing. Two women I dated this year called me yesterday, one after the other. We broke up like six months ago,” he wrote. “What’s the reason for that?”

And I wrote back to him, “Easy. It’s inventory time. They basically had gone to Thanksgiving dinner and their family asked them why they’re not dating anybody. Their friends are telling them about all their holiday plans with their family, their boyfriends, their husbands, and their kids. And they realize that they’re alone. Women feel more alone this time of year than any other time of year. Women tend to just feel vulnerable, and they are looking for companionship. And that’s where you come in.”

Knowing this information, knowing how vulnerable women are this time of year, knowing that they have done inventory, sexual and emotional inventory, they’re more open to a man’s advances. It’s real simple, and I’ve written about it in other blogs. Walk right up to them while they’re Christmas shopping and ask them, “What is Santa getting you this year? Are you buying that for yourself?”

Be playful. Be fun. Go out and use that approach. Wear at hat, maybe a Santa’s cap. Look at her and go, “Listen, I’m Santa’s little helper and I want to know if you’ve been naughty or nice this year.”

A lot of you right now are thinking to yourself, I can’t do that. Well then don’t. Don’t do it. Keep doing the things that you’re doing so you don’t meet women. Keep doing the same approaches that don’t work. And don’t trust somebody who knows what emotions are all about.

Women are emotional creatures, and they’re emotionally vulnerable this time of year. It’s up to you to decide whether or not you’re going to connect with them. You can continue to be Santa’s shy little helper standing in the corner. Or you can be the aggressive elf who would love to get some nice, wet, and juicy fun before Christmas.

How do you think this Christmas party is any different compared to other parties?

They’re the exact same thing. You’ve got to go out, you’ve got to enjoy yourself, you’ve got to be social, you’ve got to meet people, you’ve got to talk to everybody, you’ve got to smile.
You’ve got to walk over to women right from the get-go and basically base your conversation on an observation you’ve made. It’s not any different. Christmas parties are exactly the same as other parties.

Somebody e-mailed me the other day and asked me, “How do you hook up at a Christmas party?” It’s no different guys, it really isn’t. It’s about using the same techniques that I’ve been teaching here ever since I started this blog.
You have to stop thinking that things are so different in different situations. It’s not different. It’s always your mind set that needs to change. You need to go to every single party the exact same way. You need to walk into that party, you need to talk to people, you need to relate to people and have fun, you need to show women you’re the kind of guy who knows how to have a good time.

Talk to men. Talk to women. And when you see someone you’re attracted to, walk over to them directly from the get-go based on an observation you’ve made, and just start talking. It’s not any different.

Sure, during Christmas time maybe you could wear a Santa cap. You could carry around a mistletoe. You could be cute like that, you could do all those things, or you could walk around with a stocking full of little gimmick gifts to give out at the party. But the bottom line is, it’s all about communication. And if you’re not great at it, you’d better learn, by clicking right here.

Alright, I’m guessing most of you are saying no.

But really, what if Santa Claus was real? I mean, what if Santa Claus was actually real?

What if you could go to the mall, sit on Santa’s lap — I’m sure there are some dirty old man Santas whose lap you would not want to sit on—but what if you could sit on Santa’s lap and actually ask for something to be delivered under your tree come Christmas?

Think about that for a minute. What would you ask for if you could get one amazing gift this Christmas? Would you ask for a better job? Would you ask for the world economy to be rescued? Would you ask for world peace, to end hunger and starvation in the world?

Are you a person who really wants to save the world or do you really just want to save yourself? Be honest.

Would you ask Santa for a hot girlfriend or a boyfriend? “Hey Santa, can you deliver something special under my tree? Somebody hot, somebody sexy, somebody who desires me and wants to hang with me every day?”

What would you ask for if Santa Claus was real, if you can actually go to the mall and actually wish for something on Santa’s lap?

So today let’s get into the Christmas spirit a little bit and let’s make out our Christmas wish list. I don’t care if you’ve been naughty or nice. It’s not really a big deal since it’s just pretend anyway, and it’s fun to have a little conversation in a way that gets us all back to being six years old again and getting excited about what’s going to be waiting for us under the tree at Christmas time.

So what would be under your tree this year? And go ahead, be comprehensive in your lists. Make a list that’s 10 wishes long if you want. I’m looking forward to reading about all your wishes! Who knows, maybe Santa is real and maybe some of it might come true this holiday season ☺

In Los Angeles, December never feels “Christmas-like.” It is little bit chillier, but it really just feels like a different variation of October and November days. There are little pockets of the area that seem to realize it’s Christmas, but for the most part if you didn’t know the date you would never know it was Christmastime around here.

You just don’t have that “Christmas is coming” feeling around here. Remember when you were a child, how intense the anticipation of Christmas was? It was such an amazing feeling.

I remember there would be a Christmas play at school every year that you’d watch, and then you’d eat the Christmas cookies that someone always brought in.
You’d be in school, and you’d start to count down the number of days until Christmas vacation.

You’d know you were only days away from that ten day or two week winter vacation. Two weeks without school was like a year in kid time. Every day you could go out and play in the snow, watch cartoons, stay up late and drive your parents crazy.

I remember the anticipation of the gifts. I remember my parents going Christmas shopping. They wouldn’t actually tell us they were going Christmas, of course, but we knew.

The next day after school when my Mom was out and my Dad was still at work, my brother and sister and I would go on a Christmas present hunt. I would find where they hid all the presents to make sure that I was getting everything on my list.

I was amazing at finding the hiding place. It would usually take me 48 hours to find the hiding place, but I would always find it.

I would always find things that I didn’t want in the gifts. So of course, being the excellent communicator that I am (even back then), I would always say to my Mom the next day, “Hey Mom. I hope you didn’t get me (and I would list those things).” I would tell her all the reasons why those would be the wrong gifts for me.

Then, sure enough, none of those things would be under the tree on Christmas morning. Yes, my parents would actually go out and return those things I said I didn’t want.

The anticipation of Christmas was amazing. It was such a special time.

It was beautiful. Everything about it was beautiful.

As an adult, though, do you still have that feeling of anticipation around Christmas? Does it really make a difference?

We decorated our tree the other night. We got a “living tree” for the very first time (which means that you give it back to them after Christmas and they re-plant it). That way you don’t kill trees. I think it’s really a fantastic thing to do.

It was fun to decorate it. I hadn’t decorated a tree in a long time.

It just still didn’t feel like Christmas, though, at all. I don’t know if I’ve lost my Christmas spirit, or if age in general just makes you lose your Christmas spirit.

How do all of you feel about this? Do you have that same intense Christmas spirit as an adult that you had as a kid?

Do you still have that amazing feeling of anticipation? Are you still looking forward to putting on your pajamas with the feet and hoping that Santa will bring you something fantastic, or are you just an adult who has lost that childlike enthusiasm and excitement for this magical time of the year?

Maybe it’s time we all started believing in Santa a little bit more. Maybe we need to start dressing up as Santa for our significant others. Maybe we stop being so politically correct and start wishing each other a Merry Christmas. Maybe we should stop all the “Happy Holidays” and get back to the beauty and the magic of what the Christmas season really is all about.

So today, go out there and wish people a Merry Christmas. Put a Santa cap on and have some fun with it.

It’s the end of the year. Have some fun, be playful and find that childlike enthusiasm again for the magic of Christmas.

Maybe instead of going on a date where you stare at each other chewing food across a restaurant table, have a Christmas marathon. Watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, How The Grinch Stole Christmas and Santa Claus Is Coming To Town. Maybe you need to see Hermey the elf dentist take out Bumble the abominable snowman’s tooth to really get into the Christmas spirit.

Have this fun little marathon or do something that brings back the magic of the Christmas season. As adults, we deserve to feel that way again.

Plus I think all of them will be on sale, this weekend is a great time to get a deal on a potential mate. Do you want to know my number one way to meet people today? The message is hidden in this blog so you better read it carefully.

Today I want you to reflect on what you think about the first thing in the morning.

What did you think about this morning?

Every morning when you wake up, if you’re thinking about yesterday, what happened yesterday, and what went wrong yesterday, then you’re basically in Yesterday Zone.
When you wake up in the morning, you have to think about what an amazing, beautiful, incredible day you’re about to experience.

Everything you experience each day is brand new.
Tell yourself, “Everything I experience today, every new person who I meet today, every new conversation I have with a person I already know, is a brand new experience in my life.”
Why? Because you can’t blame any of the people today for anything that happened to you yesterday or the day before.

That means that every woman you go up and talk to each day is an invitation to a brand new experience.
Tell yourself, “Every woman that I talk to, I want to find new out things about, because if I’m open and I’m curious, I’m going to learn something about myself. If I learn something about myself every day, it means that I’m growing as a person every day.”

The more people that you can find out about and experience, the more you will grow as a person.

A great mantra that I want you to have every single morning when you wake up is, “There’s a lesson to be learned every single day.”
Go find that lesson. Be almost child-like, and be so excited about looking for what lesson is out there for you to find and uncover today. If you think about every conversation that you had today with a new person, you’ll find that there was a lesson to be learned in it.

Really think about the conversations you had and you will find that lesson: “Bingo, I found it in the last woman that I spoke to in the book store!” Things like, “I stopped listening to what she said after the first 2 minutes, and I lost her… Lesson learned for next time.” Or, “I found out she’s going through the same type of relationship issue that I’m going through right now, so we understood one another and I got a new perspective.”

Life is about sharing, giving, and experiencing. The more you give of yourself, the more people around you will give back. When you are the leader, be the leader of giving, and give to people. So if you give a lot, they’re going to give a lot. If you lead and give to the women you come across every single day, the women you come across will follow and the right ones will give you everything you could ever want.

So tell me, what was the hidden gem that you can now walk up and talk with anyone about?

When I was a kid we always used to go to my grandmother’s house in New York City. I had, as most kids had, two sets of grandmothers. My Grandma Rose was my favorite. She was amazing. She was fun, and she was very accepting of who I am. The only thing she didn’t like about me was that I decided not to get Bar Mitzvah’d.

I’ve never been much of a religious person, so I just decided at that religion was just not a big part of my life at a very young age.
My other grandmother, Grandma Frankie, taught me a lot. She taught me about architecture, about art, museums, all sorts of culture. She was the grandmother who lived in New York City. Every year we had to go to her house for Thanksgiving, and her house was always overheated. It was a beautiful duplex in Greenwich Village, but the heat was always pouring in so intensely that it just wasn’t fun to be in the house. My dad would plant himself in the giant living room chair. My mother would sit on the couch. My grandmother would talk at my mom, and my grandfather, who was basically a living zombie, would sit in his own chair and do absolutely nothing.

My sister, brother, and I would always escape upstairs to the den and watch the football game. My mom would find us and say, “You guys need to spend time with grandpa.”
Spending time grandpa was like watching paint dry. My grandfather never had anything to say. Not only did he not know how to entertain kids, he was just a big-time a social introvert. He married my grandmother when he was in his 50s. It was my grandmother’s second marriage. He was a very successful man, a very successful stock broker, but he never had anything to say to anybody. He was great with numbers, and great with investments, but just awful with people.

So we’d sit there and we’d say “Hello, Grandpa.” And he’d say, “Hello, children.” And we’d stare at him for about 10-15 minutes, talk about how school was going, blah blah, and the conversation would die. We’d sit there and we’d look around. We’d twirl our thumbs and, one by one, we’d run upstairs.
Being the oldest, I always used to run upstairs first, then my sister would follow, and then my brother would trial up last. By the time we came down the steps when dinner was ready, we’d always have this incredibly dry turkey. It was never good.

By then my stomach was churning anyway because I wasn’t having fun. I was kid. I was trapped inside this hot apartment, and then my grandmother would start lecturing us kids about whatever she felt like lecturing us about that year.

Thanksgivings were never fun for me. It was never my favorite holiday. I think whenever you’re forced to do something you don’t want to do as a kid and it ends up a bad experience for you, it tends to scar you for life.

So I’m not a big Thanksgiving person. I’m going to spend my Thanksgiving today with my family and make sure they enjoy the day immensely. I’m going to kick back and eat some great food. I’m going to watch some football. Can’t wait for the Lions-Packers game. I’m just going to relax.

And the most important part: I’m going to reflect at how amazing this year has been. I want to give thanks to everybody that’s been a part of my life, every customer who has purchased my products and learned something new, everybody who’s learned from my blogs has commented on my blog.
I want to give thanks to every single one of you who have attended my boot camps or signed up for private coaching. I want to thank all of you for allowing me into your lives.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.

Oh wait…wrong holiday.

This is it: Over the river and through the woods; To grandmother’s house we go!

Who wrote that annoying song anyway?

So today, one day before you are attacked by the parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, where they all are going to ask you this one big question:

Why are you still single? How come you didn’t bring anyone to Thanksgiving dinner?

So instead of the usual defensive mode you go into, I have a solution for you.

Today’s podcast will give you the exact reason why you are single this Thanksgiving.

Your answer to Granny, Mom and Dad, friends, and co workers, lies in today’s special holiday bonus one hour podcast.

It’s time to understand the importance of your journey. It’s time to embrace how how being single is the way to go.

And one last thing: Do not let Mom, Aunt Susie, or Grandma set you up on a date. They have no clue what you like in another person, and they did not listen to this podcast to understand why you are single and what you are looking for.

I do know what I’m going to be for Halloween, though, this year. I am going to be jet lag.

It’s going to be about 10:45 am on the plane heading home from London, but then again I left at Noon UK time so now over the Atlantic who knows what time it really is.

The great thing about being away for a while at this time of the year, is that I am going to get to go through my second “fall back.” I already “fell back” once in London, and now I’m going to get to do it again here in L.A. it’s like time travel.

Speaking of time travel, I saw an absolutely terrible movie on the airplane called “The Time Traveler’s Wife.” I still don’t understand how you can go back in time and see yourself.

That would, however, be a great idea for a Halloween costume. You can tell people you are a time traveler and you’ll see them in ten minutes. What a great approach for the night. You are talking to a woman and you say, “I’d love to talk to you now, but I’m time traveling. I’ll see you in three hours . . . in my bed. How do I know that? I’m a time traveler!”

Have a great Halloween, and enjoy this classic Halloween blog. . .

It’s time for the Monster Mash. It’s a graveyard smash . . . It caught on in a flash . . . ‘Cause it’s the Monster Mash . . .

So how exactly are you going to mash this Halloween season?

Remember the good old days walking door to door with a plastic pumpkin, knocking on strangers’ doors, and hoping you didn’t get an apple with a razorblade in it? By the way, what kind of person hands out apples at Halloween anyway? We’re out for candy! In fact, lots of candy . . . and not a stinkin’ apple! That’s the shit your mother gives you at home.

As we rang each door bell, we’d utter these magic words: “Trick or treat for UNICEF!” For those of you who don’t know what UNICEF is, it was a private collection. That is, we would collect it . . . and UNICEF would never ever get it.

Wouldn’t it be fun if you could go to an apartment complex where hot chicks and singles reside wearing your Scooby Doo costume with the plastic mask and that shiny material that your mother had to tie in the back. You remember those, the kind where if your mother bought the wrong size, it only came down to your ankles?

The great thing about that shiny material though was that it repelled all the eggs and the shaving cream pelted at you by the older kids. Not to mention, it was always freezing outside and you never wanted to wear a jacket because it would ruin your great costume.

What a great costume that was that your Mom bought for $5.00 at Wal*Mart. Thanks a lot Mom!

Not to mention, sometimes your head was too big for the plastic mask so either a lot of chin or a lot of forehead would always be visible. On top of everything else, that cheap elastic string on the back of the mask would continuously break, so the mask got tighter and tighter every time you fixed it.

So now you’re an adult. You are no longer trick or treating in cheap costumes that don’t fit. You now dress up in adult-themed costumes.

Women will dress up in skimpy little bunny costumes. Men will dress up as women . . . not a pretty sight by the way, and definitely not a costume I would consider.

Instead of getting a stomach ache from eating a pumpkin full of candy, as adults we get a stomach ache from drinking a pumpkin full of booze. The candy is no longer chocolate with caramel filling . . . it has become the opposite sex.

The problem is that people tend to act really stupid on Halloween. They start talking like the character they are portraying.

I met this female pirate one time at a Halloween party. When I asked if she would like a drink, she answered “Aye matey!” Then I asked if she would be interested in some casual sex that night, and she answered “Aye matey!!” In fact, she said “Aye matey!” all night until she passed out from drinking too much pumpkin juice.

A Halloween party for adults is hilarious. Women will have sex on Halloween and then rationalize it: “It wasn’t me . . . Wonder Woman slept with him.” Men will approach women with the worst pick-up lines ever.

Everyone here in L.A. wants to go the Halloween party at the Playboy mansion which, by the way, I’ have attended. It happens to be a lot of fun. Lots of “Aye Matey’s” there . . . and lots of people on drugs.

There’s nothin’ like Halloween in L.A.! I think here in L.A., that everybody’s magic pumpkin is filled with magical Ecstasy.

Once again, remember that Halloween is just one night. Either you can rap or you can’t.

Just wearing a costume is not going to turn a man into a smooth-talking stud. A woman’s sexy skimpy costume is also not going to make her the social butterfly she craves to be. Halloween is also the night you will hear the most stupid pick-up lines of any night of the year . . . with the possible exception of 5-4-3-2-1 night.

So what is my idea for a good Halloween? Go to Target. Buy one of those little kid costumes and an orange plastic pumpkin. I’m sure one of that little kid costumes will go down as far as your knees . . . if you’re lucky. This is very funny.

Then go door to door wearing your costume and carrying the plastic pumpkin, and say this to the hot single mom or dad who answers the door: “Trick or treat for a social life! Please put your phone number in the pumpkin, and I’ll call you tomorrow when I become a person again instead of a giant Hello Kitty.”

I think I’m going to go to this area of my town that has a ton of single women and ring some bells. Bells will be ringin’ … Oops! Wrong holiday.

So now you know what I will be doing on Halloween. What will you be doing?

I will leave you with one of my favorite kid jokes: Why can’t witches get pregnant? Because ghosts have Halloweenies …