My Journey From A Shy, Insecure Country Boy To International Dating Coach.
Tears streaming out of my red puffy eyes, barely able to see the road in front of me, I called my mum.
Through short, barely comprehensible bursts of words between deep sad sobs. I told her what happened.
I hit rock bottom.
I was 6 months post breakup with who I thought was the love of my life
Tasha.
We spent 5 long years together. I was convinced she was the one.
I’d spent 5 years fantasising about the life we would spend together.
I worked 6 days a week 12 hours a day as a machine operator in a quarry in hopes that I would be able to buy us a house to start a family together.
Then my entire life was torn apart.
I’d arrived home after a long week at work, she sat me down with the old “we need to talk”
I was shattered.
To make it worse, within a week she’d already moved in with another man.
After 5 years.
She’d moved on in less than a week.
Fast forward 6 months and I still feel like I’m living through a nightmare.
I know it sounds dramatic, but if you’ve ever been blindsided in a long term relationship, you’d understand what this can do to a mans self esteem.
The night I called my mum crying was the first time I’d gone out to meet women since the breakup.
I’d learned a little about cold approach when I was 17, but hadn’t looked too deeply into it.
That night I decided I would attempt to go out and meet new people.
I was optimistic, convinced this was the key to getting over my ex.
I spent the next 5 hours aggressively approaching every age appropriate woman I saw.
being brutally rejected by every single one of them.
They could feel my desperation, and need for validation in every word that escaped my mouth.
I was looking for someone to fill that grand canyon sized chasm in my chest.
My optimism quickly transformed into misery as I went through the 5 stages of grieving in a 5 hour window.
My self esteem was in the dirt after countless rejection.
To the point that I literally ran to my car, and immediately started crying.
Not just quiet tears
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I was f**king balling.
While driving home, in hysteric desperation, I called my mum. Swerving, I could barely see through my red puffy eyes.
Honestly I didn’t even care if I crashed at that point.
I remember breaking down on the phone, at 4 in the morning, telling my mum how much of a piece of shit I was, how no one could love me, and how ugly I was.
My dad was in the background, shocked, unsure what to even say to me.
None of them did.
Now you’re probably wondering why I called my mum of all people.
Well, it’s because I didn’t have any friends.
Sure, I used to have friends, but I had isolated myself with my girlfriend in the years since we moved to Queensland, from a small country town in rural Tasmania.
I didn’t really know anyone else.
My parents were all I had.
And they were on an island, thousands of kilometres south of me.
Through short, barely comprehensible bursts of words between deep sad sobs. I told her what happened.
I hit rock bottom.
I was 6 months post breakup with who I thought was the love of my life
Tasha.
We spent 5 long years together. I was convinced she was the one.
I’d spent 5 years fantasising about the life we would spend together.
I worked 6 days a week 12 hours a day as a machine operator in a quarry in hopes that I would be able to buy us a house to start a family together.
Then my entire life was torn apart.
I’d arrived home after a long week at work, she sat me down with the old “we need to talk”
I was shattered.
To make it worse, within a week she’d already moved in with another man.
After 5 years.
She’d moved on in less than a week.
Fast forward 6 months and I still feel like I’m living through a nightmare.
I know it sounds dramatic, but if you’ve ever been blindsided in a long term relationship, you’d understand what this can do to a mans self esteem.
The night I called my mum crying was the first time I’d gone out to meet women since the breakup.
I’d learned a little about cold approach when I was 17, but hadn’t looked too deeply into it.
That night I decided I would attempt to go out and meet new people.
I was optimistic, convinced this was the key to getting over my ex.
I spent the next 5 hours aggressively approaching every age appropriate woman I saw.
being brutally rejected by every single one of them.
They could feel my desperation, and need for validation in every word that escaped my mouth.
I was looking for someone to fill that grand canyon sized chasm in my chest.
My optimism quickly transformed into misery as I went through the 5 stages of grieving in a 5 hour window.
My self esteem was in the dirt after countless rejection.
To the point that I literally ran to my car, and immediately started crying.
Not just quiet tears
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I was f**king balling.
While driving home, in hysteric desperation, I called my mum. Swerving, I could barely see through my red puffy eyes.
Honestly I didn’t even care if I crashed at that point.
I remember breaking down on the phone, at 4 in the morning, telling my mum how much of a piece of shit I was, how no one could love me, and how ugly I was.
My dad was in the background, shocked, unsure what to even say to me.
None of them did.
Now you’re probably wondering why I called my mum of all people.
Well, it’s because I didn’t have any friends.
Sure, I used to have friends, but I had isolated myself with my girlfriend in the years since we moved to Queensland, from a small country town in rural Tasmania.
I didn’t really know anyone else.
My parents were all I had.
And they were on an island, thousands of kilometres south of me.
As I sit here, typing on my laptop, I struggle to even remember what it was like to be that guy.
It almost feels like he was from a different dimension.
So much has changed in the years since the breakup in mid 2017.
If you had told that guy, sobbing like a pre-pubescent teenage girl in his holden cruz, dodging traffic like he had a deathwish,
How his life would look in 2022.
He wouldn’t believe you.
Not a f**king chance.
He wasn’t aware of his potential.
Truly, I had no idea what I was capable of.
I thought I was destined for mediocrity.
I assumed I was destined for loneliness,
In that moment I would have settled for literally anyone.
Honestly I haven’t really talked much about where I came from because I genuinely feel embarrassed when I think about it.
Let alone share it.
But it’s probably a good lesson in vulnerability sharing this with the current 3.1 thousand amazing humans currently in the group.
So F*ck it, I’ll tell you a quick story.
For all you guys who are currently at rock bottom.
That feel that they’re destined for mediocrity
That believe only “better men” are entitled and capable to date the type of women you desire.
For those guys who think they’re ugly, unworthy, incapable.
Just know, 5 years ago, I was there too.
Crying like a little bitch, on the phone to my mum…… Jesus.
It almost feels like he was from a different dimension.
So much has changed in the years since the breakup in mid 2017.
If you had told that guy, sobbing like a pre-pubescent teenage girl in his holden cruz, dodging traffic like he had a deathwish,
How his life would look in 2022.
He wouldn’t believe you.
Not a f**king chance.
He wasn’t aware of his potential.
Truly, I had no idea what I was capable of.
I thought I was destined for mediocrity.
I assumed I was destined for loneliness,
In that moment I would have settled for literally anyone.
Honestly I haven’t really talked much about where I came from because I genuinely feel embarrassed when I think about it.
Let alone share it.
But it’s probably a good lesson in vulnerability sharing this with the current 3.1 thousand amazing humans currently in the group.
So F*ck it, I’ll tell you a quick story.
For all you guys who are currently at rock bottom.
That feel that they’re destined for mediocrity
That believe only “better men” are entitled and capable to date the type of women you desire.
For those guys who think they’re ugly, unworthy, incapable.
Just know, 5 years ago, I was there too.
Crying like a little bitch, on the phone to my mum…… Jesus.
If I had to pinpoint where my struggle with women really started It was when I was very young.
In fact, ironically, it started with my mum.
Now, it’s not her fault. She didn’t know any better.
I couldn’t go to my dad, as he refused to talk to me about girls, which I now know is because he himself was clueless.
As are most of our parents.
But they tend to be our first source of guidance when we begin to feel attraction for the people in our lives.
As well as the mainstream cultural tropes, like movies, stories, the usual, “nice guy gets the girl in the end” kinda jazz.
For me, the first time I can remember truly being attracted to someone,
I’m talking the full cliché.
Butterflies and all. You get the gist.
I was 6, in first grade.
Her name was Phoebe.
And I was in love.
I would come home and talk to my mum about her.
I remember one day I asked mum how to make her my girlfriend.
I wanted her to like me back so badly.
Some kids wanted pokemon cards…. I wanted Phoebe.
Mum told me I need to buy her gifts and tell her she’s pretty.
Pretty much, how Disney teaches us to throw game.
It took me weeks to build the courage to finally give her a gift.
It was during lunch break.
I had been reciting the compliments I would give her all morning.
Voice shaky, I walked up to her and gave her the bracelet that I had saved my pocket money for.
It was dope, no way she could deny such a generous offering.
I then asked her to be my girlfriend.
There was a moment of deafening silence.
She looks me in the eye and says…
“EW, NO”
I was shattered.
The love of my life.. f**king phoebe.
My heart sank. The embarrassment still still makes me cringe.
But that has nothing on the shit I pulled next.
I decided the obvious course of action from this moment would be….
And again, not proud of this, but remember. I was six.
I choked her.
Not joking.
That is what my dumb f**king brain decided was the appropriate course of action.
Now you can imagine that choking someone after they flat out rejected you….. doesn’t exactly improve your position on the social hierarchy.
And 50 shades of grey was yet to become a cultural phenomena.
I endured a lot of bullying after this incident.
That’s the first moment I can think back and pinpoint where I first began to question my self worth and value as a young boy.
And only added to my confusion toward the opposite sex.
It’s funny how a single thought at such an impressionable age can have a lasting impact on your personality as an adult. Usually unconsciously.
In fact, ironically, it started with my mum.
Now, it’s not her fault. She didn’t know any better.
I couldn’t go to my dad, as he refused to talk to me about girls, which I now know is because he himself was clueless.
As are most of our parents.
But they tend to be our first source of guidance when we begin to feel attraction for the people in our lives.
As well as the mainstream cultural tropes, like movies, stories, the usual, “nice guy gets the girl in the end” kinda jazz.
For me, the first time I can remember truly being attracted to someone,
I’m talking the full cliché.
Butterflies and all. You get the gist.
I was 6, in first grade.
Her name was Phoebe.
And I was in love.
I would come home and talk to my mum about her.
I remember one day I asked mum how to make her my girlfriend.
I wanted her to like me back so badly.
Some kids wanted pokemon cards…. I wanted Phoebe.
Mum told me I need to buy her gifts and tell her she’s pretty.
Pretty much, how Disney teaches us to throw game.
It took me weeks to build the courage to finally give her a gift.
It was during lunch break.
I had been reciting the compliments I would give her all morning.
Voice shaky, I walked up to her and gave her the bracelet that I had saved my pocket money for.
It was dope, no way she could deny such a generous offering.
I then asked her to be my girlfriend.
There was a moment of deafening silence.
She looks me in the eye and says…
“EW, NO”
I was shattered.
The love of my life.. f**king phoebe.
My heart sank. The embarrassment still still makes me cringe.
But that has nothing on the shit I pulled next.
I decided the obvious course of action from this moment would be….
And again, not proud of this, but remember. I was six.
I choked her.
Not joking.
That is what my dumb f**king brain decided was the appropriate course of action.
Now you can imagine that choking someone after they flat out rejected you….. doesn’t exactly improve your position on the social hierarchy.
And 50 shades of grey was yet to become a cultural phenomena.
I endured a lot of bullying after this incident.
That’s the first moment I can think back and pinpoint where I first began to question my self worth and value as a young boy.
And only added to my confusion toward the opposite sex.
It’s funny how a single thought at such an impressionable age can have a lasting impact on your personality as an adult. Usually unconsciously.
Fast forward 7 years.
Ahh Monica.
I was 13.
And once again.
I was in love.
She was in my martial arts class.
We trained together all the time.
I knew her for a year before I decided to roll the dice and tell her how I felt.
Before I confessed my love, I thought I should consult my mother.
She suggested I write her a poem.
I thought it was genius.
Mum was a woman, so it seemed common sense she knew what females wanted.
so.. I wrote a poem.
Mum then drove me to Monica’s, I carefully placed the heartfelt poem into her letterbox.
I never heard back from her.
And sure I ran into Monica a couple of times after that, but she never really treated me the same.
Again, heartbroken and more clueless then ever.
I spent the rest of my adolescence watching as my friends had their first kiss, first girlfriends, first sexual experiences.
While I went through an endless cycle of girl being nice, me falling hopelessly in love, then being friend zoned.
I must have been such a good friend. Given no girl wanted to... “ruin our friendship.”
I simply had no idea what I was doing wrong.
was I ugly?
Was I weird?
I had been told my entire life that compliments, flowers, gifts, commitment and generally being a nice guy was the key to a womans heart.
I became convinced I was unattractive.
Not just ugly.
But almost deformed ugly.
And not in the cute way, like a pug.
But elephant man level deformed.
What else was I to assume, I didn’t know any better.
I was 17.
Just finished 2 packets of cigarettes.
After being friend zoned, yet again.
I had hit breaking point.
In a moment of quiet desperation I jumped onto the family computer and googled “how to get a girlfriend?”
After hours of research I found….. “the mystery method”.
(and for those not familiar with the mystery method, it was the original old school “pickup artist” handbook).
I was amazed.
Down the rabbit hole I went.
I was empowered, discovering my ability to attract women WASN’T stagnant and solely based on my physical appearance and how many gifts I could buy.
But a skill I could learn and improve on.
Needless to say I began practising the classic mystery method routines.
I found myself practising on any unsuspecting female who found themselves in my presence.
Classmates, school teachers, friends mums, literally anything without a d*ck.
(Although it’s outdated, anything was better then my complete lack of seduction skills).
This was the first time ever in my life that girls had shown me any semblance of interest.
I was so liberated by this new found knowledge, I distinctly remember thinking:
“I’m going to teach this one day.”
No shit.
How’s that for foreshadowing.
I was 17.
Just finished 2 packets of cigarettes.
After being friend zoned, yet again.
I had hit breaking point.
In a moment of quiet desperation I jumped onto the family computer and googled “how to get a girlfriend?”
After hours of research I found….. “the mystery method”.
(and for those not familiar with the mystery method, it was the original old school “pickup artist” handbook).
I was amazed.
Down the rabbit hole I went.
I was empowered, discovering my ability to attract women WASN’T stagnant and solely based on my physical appearance and how many gifts I could buy.
But a skill I could learn and improve on.
Needless to say I began practising the classic mystery method routines.
I found myself practising on any unsuspecting female who found themselves in my presence.
Classmates, school teachers, friends mums, literally anything without a d*ck.
(Although it’s outdated, anything was better then my complete lack of seduction skills).
This was the first time ever in my life that girls had shown me any semblance of interest.
I was so liberated by this new found knowledge, I distinctly remember thinking:
“I’m going to teach this one day.”
No shit.
How’s that for foreshadowing.
I was 18, that’s when I met her.
Tash.
She wasn’t the hottest girl
But she was cute
And more importantly, she liked me.
We spent the next 5 years together.
And after 2 years of living together in our small town in rural Tasmania
We moved to Queensland.
No friends or family, it was just us.
And we spent every spare moment we had together.
At the time I thought she was perfect.
I know now that she was actually pretty controlling due to her own fear of abandonment.
And our co-dependancy was genuinely unhealthy.
But I was convinced we would spend the rest of our lives together.
I would work my ass off, in a quarry, 12 hours a day, 6 days a week.
Meticulously saving every cent.
The whole time fantasising about the house I would buy us, how many kids we would have, and our future together.
Until one day…
Well you know what happened.
I still don’t know whether she cheated on me while we were together.
But within a week of ripping out my innards and telling me “we can still be friends”, she moved in with another man.
Her colleague.
The one she told me not to worry about.
The next few months were spent just crying myself to sleep.
I’d made her a promise while we were together that if we ever broke up I would wait at least 3 months before sleeping with anyone else.
And while I stuck to my vow of celibacy
The love of my life, my perfect little princess was getting railed by another dude.
It sounds pathetic, I get it.
My depression got so bad that I almost got fired during my first month at a new role in a coal mine where I crashed a million dollar dump truck.
I’m convinced the only reason they didn’t fire me was because they felt sorry for me.
I may sound salty about this period of my life.
I definitely went through some trauma during the breakup.
But I’ll be forever grateful for Tasha.
Because without the emotional leverage of hitting rock bottom, I wouldn’t have persevered to completely transform my dating life and become an international dating coach.
But I shall get to that in a minute.
First let me vent a little more about this shitty period.
I read somewhere it’s good for healing.
After about 6 months I was fed up with feeling miserable.
I was ready to start meeting girls again.
I began going back down that rabbit-hole that I had first discovered when I was 17.
At this point the dating industry had completely changed.
My self esteem was in the dirt. And I was convinced I was unlovable.
And I’ll tell you what, girls could tell.
It’s funny how much your internal dialogue is expressed through your behaviours.
It’s subtle, but the true self does shine through.
And having a low self-esteem is like v*gina-poison.
During this time I was still working 6 days a week.
So I’d only have one night a week to go out.
And Brisbane was 2 hours south of where I was living.
I’d drive 2 hours to Brisbane, get there at 7pm, get rejected by countless women until the clubs closed at 4am.
Then I’d roam the streets until the sun came up.
Then drive another 2 hours home ruminating on my lack of success.
Occasionally while crying.
On Sundays I would go to the local shopping mall, the good ol’ sunshine plaza and walk around the entire day with crippling approach anxiety.
This went on for 3 months before I made my first daytime approach.
I also tried my hand at tinder.
I barely got any matches. And when I did, they would always turn out to be….. FAR heavier then advertised.
After months of spiralling self confidence, a gigaton of rejections and hundreds of hours consuming inadequate online courses by well known dating gurus….
I felt like I was actually becoming worse with women.
And it wasn’t my fault. I just didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
So, here is where I met ol’ daddy Sterling.
I was introduced to him through a local self-development community I found on Facebook messenger.
He’d already been working on improving his dating life the last two years.
It made me realise how little a strong jawline and big muscles really mattered.
As I watched this gorilla of a man hobble around the club, getting mercilessly blown out of every interaction he found himself in.
We bonded over our somewhat similar experiences, as he had also gone through a traumatic breakup two years prior.
Ben was nice enough to introduce me to everyone in the community.
However, a few months after meeting Ben he went travelling through Europe, on what he called his “pilgrimage of pu**y.”
Ben’s usual wing was in need of a replacement.
Lets call him… “Chad”
And Chad was an absolute beast.
He’s what we call a “supernatural”
A guy who is already naturally good with women, then learned the skill of cold approach on top.
He was the first guy to show me what was possible.
Myself and Ben had an inside joke.
“There’s only two definite things in this world: gravity, and Chad’s pulling”
We would walk into a bar and within 10 minutes of being there, Chad would walk back over to me, hand in hand with the hottest girl in the club and introduce “his new wife” to me.
Within the hour they would be going home together.
While hanging out with him, I started to learn the basics, as well as had my first ever experience of taking a girl home (obviously with a lot of guidance from Chad).
Now Chad was a terrible teacher, so I had to learn by observing him.
I learned a lot.
But even with guidance, I still felt somewhat clueless.
I felt as if I lacked a replicable system, or structure. A step by step process in which to follow.
I felt like most of my successes up to this point were due to sheer dumb luck.
And after watching Chad, I knew that it was possible to consistently bring women into my life. I just didn’t fully understand how he was doing it.
And neither did he.
So, here is where I met ol’ daddy Sterling.
I was introduced to him through a local self-development community I found on Facebook messenger.
He’d already been working on improving his dating life the last two years.
It made me realise how little a strong jawline and big muscles really mattered.
As I watched this gorilla of a man hobble around the club, getting mercilessly blown out of every interaction he found himself in.
We bonded over our somewhat similar experiences, as he had also gone through a traumatic breakup two years prior.
Ben was nice enough to introduce me to everyone in the community.
However, a few months after meeting Ben he went travelling through Europe, on what he called his “pilgrimage of pu**y.”
Ben’s usual wing was in need of a replacement.
Lets call him… “Chad”
And Chad was an absolute beast.
He’s what we call a “supernatural”
A guy who is already naturally good with women, then learned the skill of cold approach on top.
He was the first guy to show me what was possible.
Myself and Ben had an inside joke.
“There’s only two definite things in this world: gravity, and Chad’s pulling”
We would walk into a bar and within 10 minutes of being there, Chad would walk back over to me, hand in hand with the hottest girl in the club and introduce “his new wife” to me.
Within the hour they would be going home together.
While hanging out with him, I started to learn the basics, as well as had my first ever experience of taking a girl home (obviously with a lot of guidance from Chad).
Now Chad was a terrible teacher, so I had to learn by observing him.
I learned a lot.
But even with guidance, I still felt somewhat clueless.
I felt as if I lacked a replicable system, or structure. A step by step process in which to follow.
I felt like most of my successes up to this point were due to sheer dumb luck.
And after watching Chad, I knew that it was possible to consistently bring women into my life. I just didn’t fully understand how he was doing it.
And neither did he.
My housemate at the time introduced me to a dating coach.
This guy was the top dating coach in Australia at the time.
And if you’re reading this bro.
You the real MVP.
I signed up for his immersion program in mid 2018,
During the program I learned a sh!t TON.
It was the first time I was taught a combination of technical social skills and a basic structure to follow.
To the point where I finally knew what to say, when to say it and how to move my interactions forward.
Finally giving me the ability to create more genuine connections and bring women into my life on a far more consistent basis.
It was this program that truly set the foundation for the success and experiences I would enjoy over the next few years.
On the last day of program, I took home a Gorgeous Finnish girl.
As I put her in a cab
out of the blue I run into Ben in the hotel foyer.
He had just helped a friend living in the same building take a girl home.
… Ben was stuck entertaining an unappealing Swedish girl.
As our friend also took home a LESS appealing Swedish girl.
But unlike our friend, Ben was sending his home.
I remember this being a cool moment. The last time Ben had seen me I was still struggling to even speak to women, let alone having the ability to take home an absolute stunner.
He was impressed.
He ends up crashing on my couch that night.
His pilgrimage had been cut short due to his dad getting sick.
I shared with him what I’d learned on program and he shared with me his experiences from overseas.
Over the next few months we would go out together.
Working on the skills I had been taught on program.
We started getting good, fast.
Not without many setbacks.
Like the night I was abused for 15 minutes straight while I was practising “persistence.”
Or the night I met an amazing girl, spent 6 hours with her, even drove her home. Just to find out the next day she messaged my other friend asking to meet up with him instead… that hurt.
Or the time a dude headbutted me after I opened his girlfriend. I had a black eye for two weeks.
But simultaneously I was also having some insane experiences.
At this point, thanks to my mentors tutelage I was finally experiencing some success.
After a couple of months Ben was going back overseas to continue his adventures.
I was still working 7 days on 7 days off in a coal mine.
Driving a truck 7 days a week in the desert.
Then spending my 7 Days off working on this skill set, day and night.
I was absolutely obsessed.
I started to feel confident for the first time.
I felt as If I was finally becoming the guy I had always wanted to be.
One day while at work reminiscing on a story Ben told me about the time in Croatia he hooked up with an American girl on a sun bed on the roof top of a multi-million dollar yacht while being served champagne.
I felt an incredible sense of FOMO.
“WTF am I doing, I’m young, single and for the first time ever, I have the finances to travel.
It was in that moment, quite unexpectedly, I decided I would quit my job and go travelling.
“F*** it” I thought.
For those who don’t know, mining jobs in Australia are INCREDIBLY well paid. And very competitive positions.
Most guys who get them will stay for life. Because it’s such a hard industry to crack into.
It had taken me 5 years and tens of thousands of dollars to get my foot into the mining industry
But my intuition was taking me elsewhere.
So I resigned just two weeks later and prepared to go overseas.
I know it sounds cliché. But I took a leap of faith.
Little did I know, I would look back at this exact decision as a defining moment of my life.
November 12, 2018.
I arrive in Amsterdam, after travelling for 24 hours straight. I’m dishevelled, bags under my eyes, jet lagged, but I couldn’t contain my excitement.
For me this trip wasn’t about travel.
It was my right of passage.
My goal was to spend the next 12 months dedicating every waking moment to mastering the art of cold approach and success with women.
I meet up with Ben in a coffee shop, he’s smiling ear to ear, joint hanging out of his mouth.
“Lets get this adventure started”
Myself and Ben then spent the next 12 months travelling around Europe and southeast Asia meeting, dating and sleeping with some of the most beautiful women on the planet.
Probably irreparably contaminating the gene pool of Europe.
However, it wasn’t all sunshine and orgasms.
Yes, we may have been having success, but we were still far from mastery.
Countless late nights, sleep deprivation, fatigue and more rejections then I would like to admit.
During our travels, we worked with some of the top dating coaches in the world. Both Mainstream and Underground.
On one hand, Learning highly advanced technical social skills.
On the other hand, diving deep into spirituality, polarity, masculinity and everything “inner game.”
During this period we would experiment feverishly with everything we were learning.
Attempting to create the ultimate method.
Taking and building upon what worked,
Disregarding everything that didn’t.
By creating as close to a scientific process as possible through repetition and minimising variables.
Tens of thousands of hours spent learning, internalising and practising.
This 12 months was the craziest year of my life.
It’s insane how much life can be lived in just 365 days.
So much so, both myself and Ben plan to create a podcast in the near future, dedicated to sharing the weird, wonderful and ridiculous experiences we’ve had on this journey.
Like the time I took home 3 German girls in a single night using the “stop it” opener.
Or my first ever threesome. When an entire hostel of dudes was trying to bang the only two girls in the complex, and I ended up with both of them. Some call it greedy, my mentor would call it “good game,” I call it natural selection.
Or the time me and Ben set up an orgy at a water park… yes, a water park.
Or the time……… actually we’ll save the rest for the podcast.
You get the gist.
We got up to some weird shit.
But just as importantly, we learned a ton.
By the end of the trip both myself and Ben had the ability to arrive at any city in the world. And within a week would be dating high quality women.
No dating apps, no social circles just cold approach pickup.
Bringing new women into my life became as simple as tying my shoes.
Never in my life did I believe I had the capability to enjoy such abundance in my dating life.
I didn’t believe I was worthy of dating the calibre of women that I do today.
I’m not saying this to brag.
But 5 years ago, if someone had told me what my life would look like today.
I would have assumed they were blind. Or had some form of mental disability.
I made this post for all the guys who don’t realise what they’re capable of.
Those guys who doubt their ability to achieve success in their dating lives.
Who believe they’re destined for mediocrity.
I was in the exact same position.
5 years ago I was a nervous wreck, riddled with self doubt and insecurities.
Now I help thousands of men all around the world completely transform their dating lives through the process of cold approach.
I can say with complete confidence, there is no better self development journey then learning success with women.
The skills I’ve learned and confidence I built have allowed me to improve every single aspect of my life.
Health, wealth, relationships, you name it.
I am eternally thankful to my past self for not giving up.
Because on countless occasions I was so close to throwing in the towel.
All it takes is a little discipline, consistency and learning the fundamentals: A combination of technical social skills and internal belief systems.
Then following the Social Freedom method. A proven step by step process that guarantees success.
And success is guaranteed.
Trust me, if a skinny, insecure, small town country boy, addicted to video games, who barely passed high school can make it.
So can you.
Much Love,
Alex King.
November 12, 2018.
I arrive in Amsterdam, after travelling for 24 hours straight. I’m dishevelled, bags under my eyes, jet lagged, but I couldn’t contain my excitement.
For me this trip wasn’t about travel.
It was my right of passage.
My goal was to spend the next 12 months dedicating every waking moment to mastering the art of cold approach and success with women.
I meet up with Ben in a coffee shop, he’s smiling ear to ear, joint hanging out of his mouth.
“Lets get this adventure started”
Myself and Ben then spent the next 12 months travelling around Europe and southeast Asia meeting, dating and sleeping with some of the most beautiful women on the planet.
Probably irreparably contaminating the gene pool of Europe.
However, it wasn’t all sunshine and orgasms.
Yes, we may have been having success, but we were still far from mastery.
Countless late nights, sleep deprivation, fatigue and more rejections then I would like to admit.
During our travels, we worked with some of the top dating coaches in the world. Both Mainstream and Underground.
On one hand, Learning highly advanced technical social skills.
On the other hand, diving deep into spirituality, polarity, masculinity and everything “inner game.”
During this period we would experiment feverishly with everything we were learning.
Attempting to create the ultimate method.
Taking and building upon what worked,
Disregarding everything that didn’t.
By creating as close to a scientific process as possible through repetition and minimising variables.
Tens of thousands of hours spent learning, internalising and practising.
This 12 months was the craziest year of my life.
It’s insane how much life can be lived in just 365 days.
So much so, both myself and Ben plan to create a podcast in the near future, dedicated to sharing the weird, wonderful and ridiculous experiences we’ve had on this journey.
Like the time I took home 3 German girls in a single night using the “stop it” opener.
Or my first ever threesome. When an entire hostel of dudes was trying to bang the only two girls in the complex, and I ended up with both of them. Some call it greedy, my mentor would call it “good game,” I call it natural selection.
Or the time me and Ben set up an orgy at a water park… yes, a water park.
Or the time……… actually we’ll save the rest for the podcast.
You get the gist.
We got up to some weird shit.
But just as importantly, we learned a ton.
By the end of the trip both myself and Ben had the ability to arrive at any city in the world. And within a week would be dating high quality women.
No dating apps, no social circles just cold approach pickup.
Bringing new women into my life became as simple as tying my shoes.
Never in my life did I believe I had the capability to enjoy such abundance in my dating life.
I didn’t believe I was worthy of dating the calibre of women that I do today.
I’m not saying this to brag.
But 5 years ago, if someone had told me what my life would look like today.
I would have assumed they were blind. Or had some form of mental disability.
I made this post for all the guys who don’t realise what they’re capable of.
Those guys who doubt their ability to achieve success in their dating lives.
Who believe they’re destined for mediocrity.
I was in the exact same position.
5 years ago I was a nervous wreck, riddled with self doubt and insecurities.
Now I help thousands of men all around the world completely transform their dating lives through the process of cold approach.
I can say with complete confidence, there is no better self development journey then learning success with women.
The skills I’ve learned and confidence I built have allowed me to improve every single aspect of my life.
Health, wealth, relationships, you name it.
I am eternally thankful to my past self for not giving up.
Because on countless occasions I was so close to throwing in the towel.
All it takes is a little discipline, consistency and learning the fundamentals: A combination of technical social skills and internal belief systems.
Then following the Social Freedom method. A proven step by step process that guarantees success.
And success is guaranteed.
Trust me, if a skinny, insecure, small town country boy, addicted to video games, who barely passed high school can make it.
So can you.
Much Love,
Alex King.
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