Today I want to find out: what is the riskiest thing you’ve done this week?

Forget about it – this week is too easy. What is the riskiest thing you’ve done TODAY?

I just got off the phone with a client and I had to share this with all of you.

I could not wait till tomorrows blog……I think all of you will enjoy this!

Let’s talk a little bit about the monkey chatter – that internal voice that says, “Who is this fucking guy? Why is he bothering me?” That is a constant theme here.

The biggest problem with the monkey chatter is that there are more than just monkeys up there – it’s like a whole zoo! There are apes, gorillas, lions and tigers – there’s a whole brawl going on in your head.

I was reading an article the other day in Men’s Health about a guy named Brian Boyle. Brian Boyle is a personal trainer from Maryland.

I want you to read this blog and think about your own life for a second. I want you to think about how ridiculous it is that you are making such a big deal about communicating with the opposite sex.

Think about this for a second; because what I’m about to tell you will put your life in such perspective – you will go out there and immediately overcome your ridiculous mental blocks. That’s all it is – a mental block. It’s not a physical block.

Stop with the pressure!

The other day I was hanging out with this woman and we were talking about my business.

She knows exactly what I do – teaching guys how to really become master communicators and learn the art of attraction – but she had no idea that there are all of these wacky companies out there that teach pick-up terminology and teach you how to be something that you are not.

Here’s the problem with having a minimalist approach in life.

So let’s say there is a guy you are attracted to whom you see all the time. When you see him, he’s always out with his friends, laughing and just having a great time with his buddies. Every time you try to talk to him, though, he gets all nervous.

Why Do Women Fall For Bad Boys By David Wygant Sometimes my house is called Camp David – no, I don’t have any political heads of state there, nor am I entertaining George Bush, his dog, and all his Washington drinking cronies – but I always seem to have a group (sometimes small, sometimes large) [...]