House-hunting is a great way to meet people. First of all, many single women buy houses. Secondly, many women like to decorate so they go house-hunting to get ideas for décor. When you go to an open house you will always find lots of women hanging around.

And we did. We walked towards the open house, and there was a woman on her way out. How did I open her? “Hey, how was it?”

She started telling me, and we were talking, and I began to ask her questions like, “so how long have you been looking for a house?” I was trying to find things out about her. And you could see her attraction starting to build as I lead the conversation.

And then we walked into the house. I’ve been looking for a new house for about a year, and the realtor looked really familiar. I asked him, “hey man, you seem really familiar, where was it that we’ve met?” He responded, “oh yeah, it was Granville.”

I don’t really remember it being Granville, so I played along for a bit, and then I did remember him. So we talked a little bit more.

And David, one of my clients, was wondering, oh man, why are we wasting time talking to this dude? The reason that you talk to the dude is this: you are building up your social network.

The biggest mistake that men make in situations like open houses and bars is that they just wait to talk to the hot woman. They have the opportunity to chat with this guy, and they don’t take it.

And then, a week later, they run into this guy again, and he’s out with three hot women. You could walk right up to him and say, “hey man, did that condo ever sell?” And then you are introduced to the women as a friend – as a safe person that has already been screened. You don’t have to worry about an opener or finding the right thing to say, because you’re being introduced!

That is the reason why I spent ten minutes talking to the realtor and not just waiting to speak to women that I’m attracted to. I now have a friend. You could see the way he responded to me.

Always give out your business card as well. Always give it to the brokers, and everyone. Why would you want to hand out business cards to brokers and other men? Because, once again, you are building your social network.

You are there, talking to someone, and you hand him your card. Later, the guy calls you to ask if you’re still looking for property and you tell him you’re not quite sure. Then he says, “look, I’m having a get-together at my house and a few other people will be there…” This is also a great way to get invited to parties!

You have to start thinking outside of the box, particularly if you’re playing for keeps – if you want to go out and meet spectacular people. If you just want to continue to meet average people, sure, keep going to the bars. But if you want to meet spectacular people, you have to think outside the box.

Todays video goes over the importance of this blog in greater detail.

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I don’t know what you all think of MySpace or Facebook, but in my opinion, social networking sites are borderline weird – especially if you’re like me and have dated somebody who basically lived for them.

Earlier this year, I was actually dating a Facebook/MySpace junkie. So today, Rey was on the computer when he started laughing really loudly. When I asked him what was up, he told me that I had been removed from her friend list.

I was removed from both her MySpace and Facebook friend lists. Is this elementary school? Have I been banned from the tree house? Have I been eliminated?

Do you remember that tree house when you were a kid? The one that you weren’t allowed to enter because you weren’t cool enough or something?

So I’m no longer on her Facebook or MySpace page. Is that supposed to hurt me? I moved on the day she left! I couldn’t wait for the relationship to end – because it just wasn’t right.

So now she’s punishing me? By taking me off of her MySpace and Facebook pages? Really, are we in kindergarten? “You can’t have this piece of gum because I don’t like you anymore!”

How many of you eliminate people from your life and then subsequently eliminate them from your MySpace and Facebook pages as well?

Is that supposed to be the final slap? So we can’t play anymore online. She can’t tag me or bite me. She can’t poke me anymore?

That’s quite all right – because we’re done ‘poking’ in reality as well! I don’t need to be poked in fantasyland. We already poked in real life and it didn’t work out, and now the relationship is over. I don’t need to be poked on Facebook.

It’s the same way that I feel about strip clubs. Why go and get someone to grind on you when it’s totally fake?

I’m all about reality – not fantasy. So for those of you who play around on MySpace and Facebook – I’m talking about poking, rearranging your top five friends like they’ve earned a promotion – stop!

I remember when I was hanging out with this girl – she used to rearrange her top five friends on MySpace depending on the mood she was in that day.

Seriously. This isn’t elementary school, and it’s not a popularity contest – oh wait, it’s the internet, I forgot that it is a popularity contest!

Over the weekend at the bootcamp i was asked by one of my clients how I lost my virginity and if it was a special night.

Lets just say it was and still is a very funny story that i love to tell.

Todays video is all about how to expand your social network.

I have been asked this question so many times that today i decided to share with you one of my most comical days ever!

I was in college, and I remember my roommate was named Jim – he was a big football player for Northeastern, and we were freshman. We’d drink on the weekends – he’d get a case of beer and sit in front of my black-and-white television. Black-and-white: it was 1980!

He’d sit in front of my little 13” TV – he watched that TV so much, he burnt the bulb out! So he sat in front of my TV, and we’d drink a case of beer. One night, Cindy Cassman and I got high, and we were stoned out of our minds. I’d did not have much to eat, and I was stoned.

We’re walking around the dorms, and we went back up to the room, and we get naked. We’re fooling around, and she asked, “so, do you have any condoms?” Of course I did – I had 36 of them! When I went to college, I bought three dozen condoms because I was thinking, college girls? I’m going to get laid! I was the low man on the totem pole.

So I had 36, but they were the red box – the unlubricated ones. The cheaper ones. So I said, “sure I’ve got some rubbers,” and I grabbed one and put it on my dick, and I start to feel it getting softer, and I’m thinking, oh shit, I’m nervous…

So I quickly get on top of her and as I’m getting on top of her, it was like my dick saw the vagina and just freaked out – it just fucking lost it. I came before I even got inside her. And I started mumbling something because I was so embarrassed, and I was just mumbling.

I took the condom and I threw it across the room. And you know – at 18 years old, you’ve got big loads! You could hear the thing thudding against the wall. At 45, your loads are pretty light – they could fly for a while. So I threw it across the room, and it might have hit Jim – but he had a case of beer, so what the hell did he know?

So Cindy looked at me, and asked, “well, what happened?” “Oh, um..” I grumbled and pretended to pass out. And I lay there, and I remember the whole night thinking, holy shit man – 18 ½ and I almost got laid, and I blew it – literally. This is ridiculous!

The next night, we decided to go out again, and we went to this place that served pu-pu-platters and scorpion bowls. In Boston, it was a bitch to drink – in New York, the drinking age was 18, but in Massachusetts the drinking age was 20. So I had my paper license from New York – every other state had picture licenses, and so I couldn’t get into any bars.

I was the low man on the totem pole – except for this one Chinese restaurant, which served everybody. And it was a stereotypical Chinese restaurant: you walk in there, broken English, “oh we help you very much tonight.” Everything was very stereotypical. The umbrellas in the drinks – it was hysterical. So we went and got a scorpion bowl, and we got loaded.

At this point, you’ve got to think about my stomach – now my first 21 or 22 years of my life, I was known as “diarrhea Dave.” You have to realize a night of drinking the night before with some beers and a scorpion bowl coupled with bad Chinese food – you have to figure what was going to happen.

So here we are, we sucked down the scorpion bowl, we sucked down the Chinese food, and we go to her dorm room. We get there and we’re naked again, fooling around, and all of a sudden I saw a diaphragm. I knew she had a boyfriend back home, but I guess the diaphragm was reserved for him – that’s what you do at 18, you reserve your diaphragm for your boyfriend, but you can still have sex someone else!

She looked at me and asked, “do you have any condoms?” And I said, “no. Do you want me to get one?” She answered, “absolutely.” I’m thinking, great!

It’s 1981. I put on my tight jeans, my white and brown-tipped cowboy boots, and my leather jacket. I’m in Boston, and it’s February. I walk out of her dorm, which was right around the corner from my dorm room. I walk out and around the corner, and I start running. I’m thinking, I’m getting laid finally! I’m so happy.

And as I turn the corner, I wipe out on a patch of ice, I go flying up in the air and land right square on my hip – BOOM. I’m lying there, with the wind knocked out of me in the middle of Huntington Avenue in 5° Boston ball-breaking weather, trying to get a deep breath.

Finally I get a deep breath, and I get up and realize I’m hurting – it’s throbbing a lot. I landed right on my hip! I’m like limping my way back to the dorm, it’s cramping up, and I’m thinking, goddamnit this hurts! This is going to bruise; it’s going to be ugly.

So I get back into the dorm and all of a sudden I feel the scorpion bowl start to move around a little bit. I hear this sudden noise and I realize, oh, man – I have diarrhea! I don’t even make it to my floor – I make it to the third floor men’s room, and I go in the toilet and I’m basically hanging out for quite some time.

I’m there for like 20, 25 minutes –i was so nervous and my nervous stomach was acting up to say the least. I came the night before and I couldn’t even get inside her – now we’re going to try to have sex again and this is 18 ½ years of pure pressure building up!

So finally I emerge from the stall, and I was white as ghost. I go up to my room and I get a couple of condoms. At this point, it’s about 45 minutes later.

As I walk back to her dorm room, I see the patch of ice and walk AROUND it. My hip is still killing me, my stomach is burning, and I’m dehydrated from having the runs for 45 minutes!

I get there, and she asks, “what took so long?” Now I can’t tell the girl that I’m about to have sex with for the very first time in my life that I slipped on a patch of ice and had diarrhea – these are the reasons it took me 45 minutes!

So I said to her, “I couldn’t find the condoms.” So I get undressed, and I’m looking at my dick, and it’s starting to get a little bit bigger. I’m thinking, thank god that’s still working! Sometimes when you get painful diarrhea anyway you lose all sense of sensation in the rest of your body!

So all of a sudden, I look at her, and she says, “well aren’t you going to warm me up again?” I said, “fuck no! Let’s just do it, I’m ready,” I’m still turned on. Meanwhile my stomach still hurts, my mouth is completely dry and I have an awful taste in my mouth from getting sick.

And you only do this in college – I put the condom on, I’m still somewhat hard, so I do the Popsicle stick method: where you take your dick between your fingers and you start jamming it in there? You figure that the warmth will get you nice and turned on.

So I jam my dick in there, I move once, and I cum! I’m thinking, man, this is crazy. I was in there for three seconds! She looks at me and says, “I thought you’d said you did this before?” I then learned the greatest excuse ever, which we use throughout our entire lives (some of us): I said, “well I’ve never been so turned on. Don’t worry about it. It will bounce back up in 15 minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later, it bounced back up – I’m rock hard now. This time it’s going to be good. So I put the condom on, and I get inside of her, and after five seconds, I fucking come again! I’m thinking, This is ridiculous! I couldn’t wait to get back in, and this is how it ends? I was so embarrassed; I couldn’t ever see her again.

That was the end of Cindy and I but she had a cute friend that I also like.

I should ask out this girl Maryanne, who was really cute. She was Cindy’s friend, and I asked her out. We had a date, and she cancelled at the last minute. Do you know why? Because my nickname was “one pump!”

So I transferred to American University because I could not stay there with the nickname “one pump.” That and I hated Northeastern.

But that’s how I lost my virginity. It sucked. The worst.

And my high school girlfriend, who didn’t want to sleep with me? When I came home after quitting Northeastern in March, I had like seven jobs that summer. One of them was a delivery guy for a pharmacy. My high school girlfriend decided it was time for us to sleep together, so we had sex like six or seven times a day.

So I made up for it! Every morning I would pick her up before high school. I had to drive my dad to the train station every morning by 7:35, and hustle from Mamaroneck all the way to the other side of the town to Scarsdale.

My girlfriend had first period free, and her dad would be pulling out of the driveway as I’d be pulling in – he wouldn’t see me. We would have sex, I’d drive her to school, and then I was the delivery guy. So whenever she had a free period, I’d pick her up and fuck her. So we’d have sex like three or four times already by 3:00. It was great.

She used to say to me, “god, do we have to do it this much?” And I’d say, “that’s what you do when you’re in love: you have sex all day.” The typical depth of a 18-year-old!

So by the time 3:00 rolled around, I’d smell of sex the whole day, sweaty – I was always sweating. I was stealing a box of condoms a day! This guy Dwayne and I would take everything we wanted – condoms, mints, other things. We would just take it out, throw it in the garbage, and pick it up on our delivery run.

I was the condom broker with all of my friends too. They all needed them, and nobody wanted to buy them, so I was always driving around in my Toyota – actually, I had my car by then so I didn’t have to drive my dad to the train anymore. I was driving around with boxes of fucking condoms – cases of them in the back of my Celica.

And that’s how I spent my summer..

So I made up for it. But virginity, man, that was the worst. God, I hated being a virgin. It was the absolute worst.

Todays question is how did you lose your virginity?

On a more serious note todays video talks all about expanding your social network and why it is the only way to meet more members of the opposite sex.