The Only Thing You Need to Succeed with Women

The Only Thing You Need to Succeed with Women

If someone put a gun to my head and asked me: “What is the one thing you need to succeed with women?”, I wouldn’t have to think long – it’s the ability to embrace failure and never stop doing so. Easy to say, hard to do. Let me tell you my story…

When I first started with the whole Pick Up thing, I hardly had any expectations. I readily admitted to myself that I pretty much sucked with girls and that I would like to change that. But, I had one big advantage over other guys: I had already spent a considerable amount of time learning Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. And therefore, I really understood the importance of failure.

See, when you train in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, for the first six to 12 months, you will just get your butt kicked, all the time. That is a necessary stage though, it means you are learning about all the things you SHOULDN’T be doing. After that, it gets better, until you reach the next plateau. Then, the failure phase starts all over again… It’s an ongoing process, but in the end, it only makes you stronger.

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Fitting My Life into a Backpack

Fitting My Life into a Backpack

Of all the new habits I’ve been recently been trying to establish, by far my most favorite one has become my minimalism habit: every day, I throw away one thing that I don’t need; or, if is too big or too valuable to just throw away, I put it on eBay.

I cannot start to describe how painful it felt at the beginning to throw away my stuff, even though most of it had been sitting around uselessly in my apartment for months. That George Foreman grill that I hadn’t used in 2 years – well, maybe I would feel like using it again in the future, who knows? That old Brazilian Jiu Jitsu gi that had several tears – but I really like the embroidery on it! And so on and so forth.

But really quick, I also started to feel the immense joy of just getting rid of stuff. No clutter anymore, no redundant things that distracted me. The less I owned, the freer I felt! It was like having a weight taken of my chest, no kidding – it simply felt liberating.

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