Really the difference is not much. I like European women, and I like American women. Sure, there are neurotic American women, there are uptight European women, there are sensual European women, but the bottom line is that people are people.

We were recently in Germany, not exactly the most friendly country in the world, which I thought was actually fine, because it also means that Germans tend to be more direct with you. You can plow through people really quickly in Germany. You get blown off so many times in a day that you get used to it, and you realize very quickly that it doesn’t matter. When you finally do have a great connection with someone, it’s clear and you know it right off the bat. While we were walking around Germany, we talked to some great people, met some really interesting men and women and everything was real.

When we were in London, it was really the same thing. People in London are a little more friendly, a lot more outgoing, and a bit more boisterous and outspoken than in Germany. But the bottom line is that people are people. It doesn’t matter where you are. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the Philippines, doesn’t matter if you’re in Germany, doesn’t matter if you’re in London.

If you desire to meet somebody, it all starts with you. You can go to Germany and say, “You know, Germans are a little bit uptight, a little rigid.” Then guess what? You’re going to use that as your excuse not to talk to people. You’ll say, “The Brits are a little standoffish and a little closed,” just because you’ve heard rumors about that, or you spent a weekend in England in the past not meeting anyone. That will be your excuse not to talk to people while you’re there. You can go to the Philippines and say, “Filipinos are very passive as a culture.” That will be your excuse there.

Whenever I go to another culture, I decide who I’m going to be. I’m going to be who I am, and I’m going to attract people along the way. There are certain types of people I don’t enjoy being around. I don’t like passive people, to me they’re not really fun to hang out with. I don’t like closed, rigid people, I don’t enjoy that. I don’t like hanging out with a bunch of loud and boisterous drinkers. The bottom line is, in always behaving like myself, by communicating who I am and opening myself to the different environments that I’m in, I’m going to attract people who are genuinely attracted to me because I’m attracted to them. That’s what it’s truly about.

I meet and connect with people all over the world. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the Philippines, in London, Germany, or the United States. I will crack through, and I will meet people everywhere I go. There are some countries (just like there are some areas in this country) where people are more friendly than others, but that doesn’t matter. I never allow whatever the prevailing stereotype of that area is to dictate how much fun I’m going to have while I’m there.

I decide. It’s my decision to be who I am and connect with the people I want, just like it’s your decision to do the same. When you’re a great communicator, you can go anywhere in the world, meet people, and have an amazing time and you don’t even need to speak the language.

For those men who decide they want to become better communicators, I’ve got a brand-new, very cool Art of Communication and Seduction Seminar and Workshop that’s happening at four locations across the country this year. Click here to find out more. I suggest that all of you who want to learn to be great communicators should attend.

It’s mainly for men, but even women can attend—I guarantee you will learn A LOT about the way the male brain is wired. This is all about discovering and crafting your own personal set of communication skills and how to attract the opposite sex. It would be fun and beneficial for both sexes to have a few women join in on one of my seminars for men, because it would teach the men a lot too. It would teach the men all about the way women think.

Granted, I’ve got my own women who come, role play, and give priceless feedback on what the guys are projecting in their approach and conversations with them. But man, it would be a lot of fun to have a couple of women there learning how to be master communicators as well, give the men a run for their money and seeing which sex is actually the better communicator.

(Hint: I already know the answer, but it would be fun to expose it even more.)

The only problem was, I had absolutely no clue what they said back to me, so I was stuck not knowing how to respond. Shogo had to jump in and rescue me quite a bit, and we got some great laughs out of it! But it really made me think about the observation exercises that we do at boot camps. It was really eye-opening and put me in the shoes of my clients, reminded me of how I used to think in my younger years, about not knowing what to say next, not fully understanding how to engage a person like they may as well be speaking a foreign language—and they were speaking a foreign language!

It was a lot of fun having that role reversal, having Shogo act as my coach and me being on the spot not knowing what to say. Shogo’s a terrific coach, and we really practice constructive criticism to give our clients the motivation they need to trust themselves inside and out and move forward on their own with real confidence. We don’t handle you with kid gloves, we give you tough love when we think you need it, but we’re also not the police who are here to criticize you for every little mistake that you may make. We don’t care about that. We all make mistakes, and none of us are perfect. Most of the time it’s good for us to make those mistakes.

I write for a lot of different sites, as some of you know. I blog almost every day on my site. I also write regularly for the Huffington Post and Askmen.com. And I get e-mails from readers all day long. A lot of these emails, and a lot of commenters, I call them the police. Obviously they are not the real police. They don’t wear black and white uniforms, though these people probably wish that they did. Because they sure act like the real police.

Bad Spellers Beware

There are a few types of police that I have found commenting and emailing me about my writings and the different sites that I write for. First, of course there’s the spelling police. Oh man, do they ever find those spelling mistakes! They will read an entire piece over with a fine tooth comb, skip the overall message of the piece, then they will send the one word that they believe to be misspelled. Now granted, I’m far from a good speller. Never have been, and I don’t claim to be. But a lot of these guys are even angry about it. They will usually write an e-mail that will say, “I can’t believe that your editors or you even published this piece—you call yourself a so-called expert and you misspelled a word!” So there’s the spelling police.

Then there’s the grammar police. These guys are my favorite. As you know, I write in a very casual conversational style. It’s not perfect grammar. But then again, I don’t want it to be perfect grammar. I want to convey to you guys the way I speak, and who I am. Perfect grammar is not who I am, it’s just not the tone that I take. But yet the grammar police will come and they will recite a few sentences that I wrote, then they will re-work it for me to show me how wrong I was and that this is the correct and proper way to write it.

I always found that when they do it the correct and proper way, it reads so boring. So stiff and formal. Formalities are great, but there’s a time and a place for that and it’s just not what I teach. But that’s okay, it makes the grammar police are very happy because that’s what they do, spending their days reading articles to spot the grammar mistakes, basically becoming grammar police.

The other thing I love is the “I want more” police. Now seriously, who are those people? Those are the people that go to YouTube, they get your newsletters, but they will never ever buy a single product from you. And then they tell you that you have no right to be making money off of what you do for a living, and you should be giving away everything for free. The free stuff I already give out just isn’t enough for them. 300 videos on YouTube, a daily blog, a weekly podcast, dating advice on Askmen, pieces on the Huffington Post, and probably another 100 sites where you can read more of my content for free. But it’s not enough for them. They want more. And they actually have the audacity to e-mail and tell me they’ve never bought a product and to give them more free stuff. The “I Want More” police. Ridiculous.

Then my final favorite ones are the cursing police. Yes, the cursing police. The people who, the minute you throw an F bomb out there or an S word, they bring some religious stuff and tell you that no way and no how would a God-fearing man curse like this. Or what Jesus would do me. Oh, I’m afraid of Jesus, because Jesus really cares, Jesus has nothing else to worry about than whether or not I choose to curse here and there. They tell me that I need to change my wicked and evil ways because a curse word flew off the lips.

The police are very funny. Instead of just reading and enjoying my articles, they have to find all the mistakes and critique them. That’s the only way they can be satisfied. Just like a lot of frustrated daters out there. They have to size up everybody around them to makes themselves feel better. They have to rank every woman they see based on her looks and see how she compares to them. They have to basically find all the flaws in people, find where they are better, and really judge the people around them based on their flaws.

As I’m writing this I’m still on a big high from the amazing London boot camp. We were really out about town all weekend long getting out of our comfort zones, interacting with and really engaging people all day and night.

You know it’s funny how many people will talk and talk about “playing the field.” They can spout theory and concepts on dating that they read in an e-book all day long. And they’re really good at telling other people how to do it “the right way”.

Are you one of those people that can call people out? When you’re online, can you really speak your mind and let everyone see how much you really know? With a stroke of your keyboard, can you type waterproof arguments and let others have it? Are you somebody who’s so powerful online that you’re able to say whatever you want in public forums and blogs—but then in person, you actually wouldn’t dare look somebody in the eyes and say that?

Do you know what I call those people? Keyboard jockeys. People who appear so amazing online, but when it comes down to real action, they are very weak. People who can tune right in to their computers and type away, comment after comment, thinking, “Wow, I’m bright, it feels great showing everyone how smart I am!” They’re better than everybody else online, but in person they would never talk to somebody like that.

Key Board Jockey

Here’s the deal: If your words are unbelievably strong online, but you can’t actually talk to people when you’re in person, then when you’re typing away on your computer, you’re really you’re just a keyboard jockey living through an alter ego. Isn’t it time to get out from behind the computer and be able to say things like this face to face with people? Don’t you want to be able to say in real time all the powerful things you can type away online?

Granted, you don’t want to say the ridiculous obnoxious things that some of you spout off online, but wouldn’t it be nice to look people in the eyes and actually speak your mind and really be heard with conviction and emotion in your voice? Maybe you wouldn’t be so obnoxious when you’re posting comments…

Now don’t get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE all of your comments on the blogs, it lets me know that what I write is really reaching out to you, so don’t think this is about any of you guys. But I write for several big publications and I see a lot of keyboard jockeys at work.

There’s another form of keyboard jockey, and that’s the person who goes on an online dating site, and basically talks and schmoozes, flirts like crazy, and writes heart-filled e-mails and has lengthy IM sessions. They’re really good at that, but they never actually go on dates to meet anybody because they’re too afraid to leave their computer. Sure, they can really turn somebody on with their words, but they always find reasons not to meet up. Why? Because they’re keyboard jockeys. Do you know of any keyboard jockeys, or maybe you are a keyboard jockey?

I’d like to hear from you guys today. Looking forward to reading your comments when I get to Munich!

You are on a ten hour flight coming back from wherever you’ve been — from a secret location vacation. That’s what I like to call my vacations: secret location vacations. (We had a great time on ours by the way).

So we are nearly at the end of our ten hour flight back to Los Angeles, when the flight attendant becomes just really annoying. Here we are, watching our fourth movie and enjoying it. It was a really great movie called “My Sister’s Keeper,” and we’re getting close to the gut-wrenching end when the poor girl is dying of cancer.

Then, all of a sudden, the movie freezes on the screen as the flight attendant gets on the P.A. system to talk to us about . . . money. Yes, she wanted to announce that they were sending around a bag to collect money for UNICEF.

Now maybe if they had brought around a giant plastic pumpkin — or even one of those orange boxes like we used to use when I was a kid — then I might have given them my leftover change. To pass around a garbage bag, though, is just showing there there is no innovation.

It was also really annoying to have her go into this long speech about UNICEF when I just wanted to see the end of the movie. When the movie final did resume, the pilot gets on the speakers.

Who cares that we are almost there. Just land the plane. Then he gives us a guided tour of what is below us. As I am in a middle row, I can’t possibly see that we’re flying over Vegas.

Then the movie comes back on, except it is interrupted again by one of my favorite things in the world:the welcome to America video. It’s such a wonderful video. It teaches you how to make it through customs as if you are retarded.

Look, I’ve flown into England, Germany and lots of other countries, and nobody else plays a video about what to do when you get there. That’s part of the fun of going — not knowing what to do, what to claim and what to fill out.

The United States, however, has an entire patriotic video. Any of you who work for the government are probably cringing right now because I probably sound very anti-American.

The truth is that I am not anti-American at all. I just do not want to watch these videos . . . especially during a crucial part of the movie I’m trying to finish on the plane.

When they finally put the movie back on again, then the flight attendant comes over and says she wants to put my headphones away before we land in another 20 minutes. I looked at her and said, “No, you’ve already interrupted the move fourteen times.”

So if any of you work for the airlines, please help out and see what you can do about getting rid of those videos. Also, although I don’t mind giving money to causes, do we have to be asked while we’re on a plane?

We already give money everywhere we go. You are at the airport and a Hari Krishna hits you up before you hit the plane. You get off the plane, and some guy in a priest outfit is hitting you up for some type of Catholic school thing.

I mean everywhere you go, people are asking for money. Really, I’d like to see some ingenuity at least from the people asking me for the money. I’d like to see the first bum on the street with a credit card processing machining. That would really impress me. Instead of asking for change, they could tell you that they take PayPal, American Express, Visa and Master Card.

My feelings about airplanes would be different if the airlines offered better things on a plane. It would be different if when you boarded a plane, they asked if you were single and seated you with the other single people. I mean, how many times have you walked down the aisle of the plane toward your seat and thought, “Why aren’t I sitting next to THAT person?!”

You could change seats throughout the flights and get to socialize with lots of different people. They could designate a whole singles section in the back of the plane. It could be like a mini speed dating event in the back five rows.

They could have a section for each group. Singles could hang in the back few rows. Divorced people would sit in rows 3 through 7. Couples would hang out in a section together. There would be a section just for swingers. All all the screaming kids would be put in their own section.

Better yet, why not have an entirely separate plane just for kids. No adults, just the kids. Instead of flight attendants, there would be adult babysitters on the plane. They would walk around the plane serving three kinds of milk: breast, whole and skim. Can you imagine what those flight attendants would look like by the end of each trip? Green pea spit up on their shirts and all sorts of other craziness.

I actually think that singles should have their own plane . . . and even their own airline. On that airline, the cart would go around serving shots, cosmopolitans, martinis and Jaegermeister. Instead of peanuts, they would hand out condoms to each person.

There would be a special place for people to go to hook up and join the mile high club. If you think about it, this is a great idea and actually superior to other ways people meet and hook up.

Think if you were on a ten hour flight and ended up getting laid. Is that so crazy? People hook up all the time after two or three hours of talking to someone in a bar. Ten hours sitting and talking with someone on a plane is a long time to get to know someone. It’s like three dates worth of conversation smushed together into one trip.

On the singles airline, if you get laid on the flight you would earn triple miles. just think, three trips to Europe getting laid on each one and you’re executive platinum status. If you think executive platinum has benefits on American, on our airline you get your own waterbed in the back complete with a Hugh Hefner silk robe. Talk about priority seating. . .

This singles airline concept would definitely save the airline industry a lot better than collecting for UNICEF.