DISCLAIMER: YOU ARE NEVER ENTITLED TO SEX. This article is the sequel to FIRST DATE WINNER. Dating is just like basketball and home ownership. The most difficult part of the entire process is closing. JANUARY 2017. You just had a spectacular date with a stunning woman. The energy and ambiance were wonderful, you two ended […]Read more "How to Close at Home."
Happy New Year. Dating is a crapshoot, baby. By the end of the night you could be blocked, reported, left on read, or waist deep in the yams thinking about baby names. It all depends on the energy and how well you play your cards. You never get a second chance to make a first […]Read more "First Date Winner"
When I was a young lion cub, my father told me that sex would make me weak. That it would incapacitate me if I let it. Make me jaded… Influence my decision-making and make me susceptible to manipulation. As a youth I didn’t realize what he meant, but my entire world flipped when I got […]Read more "All P*ssy is Not Created Equal"
“I know you ain’t a pimp, but pimp remember what I taught you… Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart, these girls are smart 3 stacks, these girls are smart.” André 3000 “International Player’s Anthem” Circa 2007 Either we’ve just witnessed a man’s life disintegrate to crumbs on social media, or we have ALL […]Read more "Don’t Be Rob Kardashian."
“The Four Agreements,” “The Art of War” and “The 48 Laws of Power” are sensational pieces of literature, but the wording may be a little monotonous and complex for the particular demographic that I appeal to. You have to judge a man by his principles and the aspiring greats know that you cannot be […]Read more "The Code"
974 million. There are 974 million active users on Twitter. You know how many women that is? You aren’t on there just for sports events, jokes and award shows. You don’t monitor women on Instagram or Snapchat simply to gawk at them. You want an equal opportunity to get a shot off. I got […]Read more "The Art of Social Media Macking"
I had a buddy, right? This kid and I had been down since college. I mean kicking shit like two cowherds in Iowa on a daily basis, for years. He and another mutual friend pulled me out of my dorm building and slapped a red plastic cup in my hand and the rest is history. […]Read more "Boys Don’t Cry."