Not only that, but Verizon has the WORST rates when you travel internationally. When I’m traveling abroad, the last thing I want to do is roam on some ridiculous network when T-Mobile is worldwide.

But this blog is not about cell phone service – if it were, I would talk about the new, cool, exciting phones that have just come out and why I don’t have an iPhone. Do you know why I don’t use the iPhone? Because I can use my BlackBerry Pearl and type on it with one hand – I get 400 emails a day – and I can whip right through them.

If I had the iPhone, I’d have to dance around with my pointer finger and try to find everything. I like the fact that it has really fun little graphics, but I sit in front of my 24” Mac all day – I don’t need to be on the internet while I’m driving!

Then again, sitting in LA traffic is so bad, I could probably use the time to be on the internet, but I’d rather be cursing at the people in front and to the sides of me who are staring and almost running into me.

But this blog is neither about bad driving or the power of your cell phone network – or, as they say globally, your mobile.

This blog is about the power of your personal network.

Stop for a second and think about your network: who do you know? If an emergency came up, who do you know? Are there doctors in your network? Do you have doctors as friends that you can call up and get their medical opinion – without having to wait for an appointment?

Do you have a veterinarian friend that you can call up when there is something wrong with your dog? Someone you can trust? Someone who won’t charge you $80 a visit to find out that it was nothing but common diarrhea?

What about clothing and fashion? Do you know people that work in the stores you shop in? Do you know people that call you when something good comes in that would be perfect for you?

Do get deals? When you go out at night, do you get a free drink or appetizer because you are just a great person that connects with people? Do you know people in all different places?

How about when you go buy a car? Instead of getting red-penned to death by the salesclerk – going back and forth bargaining – can you walk into a car dealership and get a low, rock bottom price just because you know people there and you’re respected?

How big is your network?

What about when you go to the airport – they only have one seat left in first class and you’re out of certificates – but because you got friendly with the person behind the counter, they slide you into the seat with no questions asked (and no extra charges?)

What about when you check into a hotel that you’ve been to before? Do they remember you and upgrade you to a suite just because you remembered to ask about their dog or their cousin that was about to get married?

How big is your network? All of the time that you spend chasing the opposite sex – are you attracting people into the power of your network? Are you expanding your social circles?

Are you becoming a more powerful person, or are you just walking around trying to validate yourself by meeting people of the opposite sex?

My network is huge. I just had a question about this cyst that Daphne has, called three people up in a span of five minutes and got an answer – through my network.

Next time you have something going on, who are you going to call?

Instead of chasing the opposite sex, learn to attract the opposite sex and attract a more powerful network by being a more powerful person!

Todays video is all about how to overcome approach anxiety forever!!

Its Saturday time to become a tourist in your own town.

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.

Hope everyone is having an amazing weekend.

We are in the middle of a great bootcamp.

Yesterday we went to Malibu and everyone had a task at hand.
To have fun like a kid and overcome all fears of approaching women.

It was a huge success and the task was something you would have never imagined.

I will post some of it this week on you tube so stay tuned…..you will be shocked at what we did.

Today we are heading to the Santa Monica Farmers market as well as Venice beach. Till tomorrow.

Today I want to share with everyone a great question I got from someone in an email. I’m sure this kind of stuff is applicable to many of you who are talking on the internet, so let’s talk about this right now.

Client: Hi David. First of all, I’d like to take a second to kiss your ass for opening a whole new world to me. Basically, your Men’s Mastery Series and blogs are amazing, but I’m sure you already know this, so on with my question.

Last I was IMing a girl that I met through a friend and eventually started talking to through MySpace. It was the second time I have talked to her through AIM and I was planning on getting her number so I could ask her out over the phone (as you recommend.)

As we were talking about boring things, she put me in the position to compliment her. Don’t get me wrong: I love to compliment someone when it is deserved, but it was just so blatantly obvious. I felt like I was giving all of my power away.

Here is one example of our conversation:
Her: So are you actually going to get some work done tonight?
Me: I’ll try, but some crazy girl keeps IMing me… haha.
Her: So why don’t you just ignore her?

So now the nice guy inside wants me to say, “because I really enjoy talking to you,” but that just feels too clingy. Plus, I’m not sure if she still views me just as a friend or as someone she is actually interested in. So I just ended up saying, “nah.”

How would you have handled the situation?

David: Tim, I agree with you: it’s best to give compliments when they are deserved. However, in the example you sent me, it looks like you are the one who really put yourself in that situation.

Don’t worry so much about whether or not you give your power away (just don’t do it constantly), but focus more on keeping the vibe fun, playful and exciting. That’s the real art of flirting.

So in your situation, there are multiple ways you could have handled it. You could:
1. Call her out on it
2. Ignore it and give a very open-ended/vague and neutral answer – basically circling around the pot – this creates some form of intrigue
3. Give her an answer that makes her want to know more – using curiosity/intrigue
4. Give her a “conditional compliment”

So here’s how your situation could have played out:

Her: So are you actually going to get some work done tonight?

Me: I’ll try, but some crazy girl keeps IMing me… haha.

Her: So why don’t you just ignore her?

Me:
1. Hmmmm… I think someone is fishing for a compliment here… :p :p :p
2. [yes, just give a smiley face. Do not answer... and let her ask another question]
3. Well, I don’t know what it is… but… there’s something about this girl that makes me want to talk to her more. [you give her the compliment but you keep it vague to keep your power]
4. Because for a lawyer [insert whatever stereotype she is], she’s pretty fun [insert the opposite quality expected from the stereotype]
I hope these suggestions help you. As you can see, you are just vibing based on what she tells you. Your “nice guy” response would be fine as well as long as you come from a position of power and self-respect. The woman can tell from the OVERALL conversation if you are you just trying to please her or if you truly mean what you tell her.
That’s more important that the exact response you give to the woman fishing for compliments. There’s nothing wrong with giving free compliments once in a while – you just can’t come from the wrong place.
Contact me again if you have any more questions. If you want me to go deeper with something, we can set up some form of phone or email coaching.
Have a great weekend!

If you have any questions at all please send them my way and I will use them in newsletters in the future.

I really enjoying hearing from all of you!

Todays Video is all about how to connect with a woman from the moment you first meet her.

In this video my friend Lexi goes over this in detail.