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Never Leave Anything On The Table

A few days ago, I found out that a guy I recently met died of cancer.

I met him a few months ago at my friend’s bachelor party in Montreal.

I've never really known someone who has died so young.

Before him, one of my high school classmates had committed suicide. Seeing as I got into fistfight with him in 9th grade, I didn’t really mourn the loss.

Twelve of us flew up to Montreal for the bachelor party. The bachelor was one of my good friends since 7th grade so most of the guys were my high school buddies. A few of the other guys were the bachelor’s work friends or college friends I hadn’t met. A few hours on the plane with them and I knew it would be a total blast.

Naturally, we partied all night; clubs, bars, strip clubs, malls, and the ridiculous Montreal nightlife.

If you ever get a chance to go to Montreal, GO!

You can thank me in a drunken comment post from a yet to be named hotel lobby after riding the tricycle.

Well, on one of the mornings, I woke up early and hung out with one of the guys from California. He was mellow, but fun. We went to a museum, walked to Chinatown, took the subway, and toured the city.

I then came back to Honolulu and learned he died a few months later. It never crossed my mind he was drying or that he only had a few months left to live.

Life is short. Live each day to the fullest. What would you do if your days were numbered? Well, your days ARE numbered, so go out and do it. Travel the world. See the sights. Touch people’s lives. Make the world a better place. But most of all, never leave anything on the table.

The Fashion Post - Part 2 (Fit)

Designer brands are as much about the cut as they are of the fabric. Just because a dress shirt fits the arms and neck, doesn’t mean it fits. You need to look at the most important thing, the body.

I first read this in the February 2007 issue of GQ and feel the need to emphasize it.

The picture on the left demonstrates when the clothes fit. There's no excess ballooning and it makes the model look less fat.

The picture on the right is of a model with too much fabric on the sides. The excess fabric causes the shirt to balloon out and doesn’t look clean nor nice.

The Rules of the Game - Part 1

I got my copy of Neil Strauss’ Rules of the Game last night.

You probably already know that Neil Strauss is the author of The New York Times Best Seller “The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists” (2005). The Game tells the story of how Neil Strauss (aka Style) became one of the greatest pickup artists in the world. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend purchasing a copy here. The book is two years old and it shows, but none-the-less, the ideas are relevant and the writing is extremely entertaining. I can’t recommend people embody what Neil "Style" Strauss did, but it is something every young male should read.

Two years later Strauss has published a follow-up to The Game titled The Rules of the Game. I bought myself a copy of the two book set and began reading:

First Impression: wow these books are little. The books are about 7” by 5” and less than 1/2" thick. Each book is about 175 pages and there’s not much text on each page. The set consists of two books: (1) The Stylelife Challenge - Master the Game in 30 Days and (2) II. The Style Diaries - The Pickup Artist's Companion.

I began reading the second book first. The Style Diaries is a bunch of short stories about Style’s adventures. I’ve read the first half and am wildly entertained. Although the stories aren’t anywhere near the Tucker Max level of debauchery and indiscretion, they do paint a vivid picture of what a good pickup artist can expect from life. If you’re looking for a book about crazy sex stories, buy Tucker Max’s I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. If you’ve already laughed your ass off from reading about how Tucker Max fucked a girl in a nightclub bathroom and opened the door for everyone to see, then The Style Diaries might be a good follow up.

The Pimp Hat Story - Part 2

This is where the pimp hat story - Part 2 will go. I'm still working on the story and want to keep this blog remotely chronological.

Am I inventing backdated blogging? I just see the urban dictionary definition "backdated blog - inserting a meaningless post with the intention to change it later so the blogger can keep the chronological flow of the blog."

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I went to Flora Dec and bought an outrageous red velvet pimp hat. It was awesome and by far the loudest hat in the hat party. I also rocked it hard; every girl was grabbing it and plunking it on their head.

More interesting is that some dude was trying to run game on my girlfriend . . . and I just let him. I was on the other side of the room and I considered stepping in and out alpha-ing him, but decided to just let him run it and see what happens.

I wasn’t worried about him stealing her away because I’ve taught my girl friend so much PUA stuff that she can game girls better than most guys. Shiiit, if she could probably put on a decent clinic if she put her mind to it.

So the guy is trying tog grab and touch her and she just wasn’t having any of it. He put his hand on her back and it just creeped her out. Most of the time I was outside and could kinda see through the windows, but it was funny how sloppy he dropped his game.

Later on, I got mad at the guy, but I couldn’t figure out why. And then it hit me: because he dropped sloppy game. The TV show The Boondocks has this quote “Game recognize game” and it think its true. Not saying that I have the world’s greatest game, or anything close it, but I do recognize it and he was “looking unfamiliar right then.” “Creepy touchy guy” is no threat to me.

I know its stupid, but it infuriated me to think that I was competing with this low level chode. I even told this to my girl friend and she looked at me like I was crazy. Welcome to crazyland.

On a related note, she asked “Are you mad at me ‘cause that guy was hitting on me?”

Me: “No. Guys hit on my girl friends all the time, cause they’re hot; it just comes with the territory.”

And then she smiled, hugged me, and gave me a big kiss.

Rinse, Repeat

he Christmas weekend kicked me in the ass. I started the party on Wednesday, went out Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and even on Monday. I then woke up hella early on Tuesday (Christmas) cause my family does pre-Christmas-breakfast-present-opening . . . I have a feeling I started this when I was about three.

Tuesday night I just crashed and went to sleep around 9 pm.

Just when my crazy week has wound down, I realize its Wednesday all over again and you know what that means: 80’s night at Next Door. Rinse Repeat baby!!

Friday night hat party was re-donk-u-lous. See this Pimp Hat Story - Part 2

Saturday night I was supposed to go to the W, but ended up at a bar. I put a bunch of girls on the guess-list and never showed up. Bwhahahaha. That was actually funny. They weren’t happy I didn’t come, but eh, they got in for free.

Side note: guest lists and VIP are not hard to get, they just require planning. Every club and every promoter has a websites or myspace a page. To get on the VIP or the guest list, just send the club or promoter a message, email or text message. Some require that the list be in before a certain time or that only girls can get on the list or something limited. In any case, getting something on a guest list is always better than nothing. Additionally, girls think that you need some sort of high end connection to get on a guest list. Bwhahahah.

On Sunday, I had house dinner and then an apartment party. Around 1 am during the apartment party, I started fixing stuff in the girl’s apartment. Serious. It was odd.

We were playing pass the broken doorknob around. I looked at it and said, “I can fix this”. Five minutes later and one slightly broken bobby pin, the door was fixed. She was happy. It had been broken for six months and I fixed it without even using a screwdriver.

Then I fixed a light fixture and turned a permanently locked sliding door into a fully functioning door; slightly drunk people are quite fascinated by home improvement skills.

Instead of worrying if I was doing a DHV with my home improvement skills or being a dancing monkey fixing stuff, I just decided to do something nice for my friend.

Monday was a calm night. I went to my parents’ house, baked cookies with siblings then delivered them throughout the neighborhood. I have fun with my siblings, we’re always joking, ripping on each other, and trying to outsmart the last thing anyone says. And the cookies were perfect.

Party Endurance or Should I Say Wolverine-Mutant Recovery

I got to work on time today. I'm not tired. I think my party endurance and party recovery is as strong as it ever was, maybe stronger.

I also showed some people my red pimp hat. This is gonna be legendary!!!

Wednesday Night Haps

. . . went to 80’s night at Next Door last night. If you live in Honolulu or ever visit, make sure to check it out on any given Wednesday. There’s only two good parties on a Wednesday and if you’re not at Dave and Busters or not at Next Door, you’re not “where it’s at.”

For more information, check out my friend’s site DoSomethingTonight. com

Oh, and lots of white girls too.


About two dozen of my friends showed up; it was almost surreal how many people I knew. I talked to a bunch of my friends, made a few more friends, rolled out, crashed on my bed, and woke to go to work today. Surprisingly, I’m not tired at all. I have this sort of thing where if I go out one night, I’m totally fine the next day. But two nights in a row and I’m a certified zombie. And I don’t mean the 28 Days Later speedy zombies, no, I’m a “George A. Romero stumbling slower than glue” zombie.

Well, this being Christmas vacation week, tonight is another planned party event--so we’ll see how I function tomorrow.

I Choose to Lift Up Everyone Around Me.

In a recent episode of the television show Friday Night Lights, Coach Taylor talks to Jason Street. He tells him “You lift up everyone around you.” That was quite possibly the subtlest, yet most powerful scene I’ve ever seen on TV. It called to me and made me realize the person I want to become: someone who lifts up everyone around me.

Friday Night Lights is one of the best shows on TV. It’s the story of high school football in a small Texas town. The characters include Coach Eric Taylor, his family, the football players, the students of the school, the high school boosters, and the entire town of Dillon, Texas. If you’re not watching this show, you are seriously missing out--no football knowledge or fan-dom required.

The show began with star quarterback Jason Street getting injured and partially paralyzed in a football game. Throughout season 1, the team learns to deal without their star player and they eventually do well. Meanwhile, Jason learns to deal with going from star quarterback to town mascot in a wheelchair who can barely lift a fork to feed himself.

Jason eventually becomes an assistant coach for the football team giving valuable insight to the backup, and now, first-string quarterback.

In the relevant seasons 2 episode, Jason decides to quit coaching. He speaks to (Head) Coach Taylor about quitting and Taylor tells him “The coach and the players, they learn from each other, it goes both ways. You lift up everyone around you. That's a powerful gift to earn.”

You ever notice that some people are just easy to be around and some people are really difficult to be with? Some people naturally bring everyone up, they make everything easier and more enjoyable, they make everyone feel better about themselves. Meanwhile there are people who just naturally bring the entire group down. They bring a dark cloud of negativity wherever they go.

I choose to raise everyone up.

Step one: stop complaining unless it will actually do good and then propose what should be done. You can say “This sucks,” but always follow it with “Let’s go and do _____” Always have an idea of what to do and don’t get mad or complain if people don’t follow it.

Step two: acknowledge when someone has or is doing a good job. See the good in everything even if it requires creativity and imagination. Don’t be afraid to say "thank you" or “wow that was awesome”.

Step three: at the same time, don’t be a pushover. Be loud an assertive like an alpha male. If you have good ideas and assert them, people will listen.

Step four: always remember the positive experiences from everything. Remembering the good things will help you become internally congruent with your positive vibe.

The Pimp Hat Story - Chapter 1

I have a hat party tomorrow--which means I need a hat.

Two years ago I would have worn a baseball hat or something else blandly insignificant. Today though, I went to the store and bought a bright red velvet pimp hat. I kid you not, the tag said “pimp hat.” It was, by any measure, the brightest and loudest hat on the shelf. And at $6.98, how could I say “no”?

Here's the hat.

Now, instead of worrying about the hat and will I feel comfortable, I’m worried what to wear WITH the hat. Do I dress up to compliment the hat or do I let the hat do all the talking and dress down? Would it be “incongruent” to wear the bland jeans and a black shirt with a big hat? Or should I just “pimp up” everything and go for the whole package? My life is soooo difficult.

Why do I have a chair as my picture?

A little while ago I slipped and let my ex-girlfriend know I have a blog. Now I haven’t quite come to grips with what to do if my ex finds out I have a blog centered around how to meet women. Her closest guess was design, which I didn’t really deny--hence the Herman Miller Aeron Chair

Since When Did The Game Have Rules?

Neil Strauss’ Rules of the Game came out yesterday. Early Amazon reviews are positive. Ok, Ok, I’ll admit it: I just ordered a copy for myself. When it gets here in a week, I’ll let you guys know if it's worth your $15.57.

Hana Flavored Sake

I like girls who enjoy a good girly drink. Not that I’ll drink it, but girls enjoying themselves means I’m enjoying myself.

So I went to a dinner-party a few nights ago and the host was serving Hana Flavored Sake. Wow, talk about a girly drink. I thought Moscato was a girly drink but this actually tops that.

(as for the ultimate girly drink, I say it’s a grey goose with the green apple martini mix from William Sonoma along with the green apple glass rimmer).

So Hana Flavored Sake is a light, sake with hints of raspberry, lychee, or green apple. The lychee was by far the best. I’m going to stock a case of it (about $7-$10 for a 750 mL bottle) for my next party.

Update: Hana Flavored Sake is available at Don Quijote and Longs.

Random Thoughts . . .

Just came back from I Am Legend; I hope I can sleep tonight.

Nine days to Christmas and only one more gift to go . . . and none of them have been gift cards, yet.

The Fashion Post - Part 1

I’d like to give my endorsement of www.buckle.com. The clothes are awesome, slightly peacocked, but not so much that no sane person would ever wear them. The prices are also reasonable along with shipping. I’ve been trying to get into their affiliate program so when you guys click this link and buy lots of stuff, I’ll get newspaper money from it, but alas. For now buckle.com gets a free endorsement from your’s truly.

Now for the style demerits: Please, promise me as the reader of my blog, you will never wear a button-down dress shirt with a tie. Like this:

First of all, a button-down shirt is one where the collar buttons down, not a shirt with buttons or a polo or anything like that. Second the button-down was invented by Brooks Brother over 100 years ago when they saw polo players pinning their collars down. Accordingly, button down shirts are sport shirts, or at the very least casual shirts.

Therefore, wearing a tie with a button down is like saying you don’t understand fashion history or worse, announcing to the world you’re ignorant.

Just don’t do it.

And now on a more positive note, I’d also like to give my endorsement to English Laundry (www.englishlaundry.com), another great clothing brand that’s a little more peacocked that the buckle.com clothes, but none the less awesome.

It Ain't Easy Being Pretty

Being a hot girl is hard work. For one thing, you can never show up early. In fact, you always need to show up late and leave early. You need to make yourself scarce. Hot girls can only party half as much as other girls. What kind of life is that?

You need other hot girls to hang out with so you gotta find girls who you not only get along with, but are also equally as hot. Guys think they have a hard time finding a hot girl with a good personality, imagine trying to find that from someone who views you as competition?

Hot girls can never be seen alone. They always need to show up with someone, or at the very least call their friends fifteen times in a night to make sure someone is already there. Worse yet, they need to drive exorbitant amounts of miles to pick up their other hot friend so they can arrive together.

Hot girls always have to deal with weird men wanting to talk to them. All the nice shy good guys they want are too shy to talk to them. So what happens is only weird creepy guys talk to them. They can never be alone in a party because they’ll get stuck talking to the freaky hippy guy with stink breath. Imagine always being forced to talk to Aunty Listerine-breath at every party you go to; that sucks.

Hot girls have stalkers. Every guy they talk to is a potential new stalker. Have you ever had a stalker? It sucks. Being worried that every new guy you meet could be a stalker is a shitty life.

All guys want to bone a hot girl. Nobody is interested in a hot girl’s mind. Every guy a hot girl talks to just wants to get into her pants. Think this is fun? Try talking to a bunch of drunk single women 30-40 years older than you. It ain’t fun.

Shopping Dates

Christmas is coming and I’ve been told I’m an awesome shopping partner. Then again, all those comments came from girls hell bent on getting me in bed, so maybe there was some bias there. In any case, shopping is probably one of the easiest “dates” you can do.

Everyone’s got to shop for the holidays and, where I’m from, there are only a few malls so picking one is easy. When you get there, propose a lot of things. Don’t get mad if she shoots them down. Be honest when she asks for your opinion (girls don’t respect “yes-men”). If she gives you good advice thank her (you do want to reward positive behavior). Go to the mall with some ideas--even if they are terrible.

Here’s how to get the girl to the mall: tell a girl “I had a crazy amount of gifts to buy (translation: I know lots of people and am therefore liked by many) and I’ve got most of it done (I’m responsible), but I still can’t figure out exactly what to get ______ (I’m thoughtful). Come with me to help me find something. Bam!! Instant date that doesn’t cost you anything.

Hurry up and use this because you only have a few weeks before it expires.

Retail Value: $49.95

I went to a dinner last night. Some really rich guy spoke and gave everyone a signed copy of his book. I’d seen this guy before so I ended up taking home a second copy of . . . well, I’m not going to name it.

Later that night, I decided to turn my second copy into a book safe, you know, one of those “cut out the middle pages to make a secret hiding place” book safes. So I did it. Two hours later I had myself my very own hidden book compartment.

At first, I was really proud I still had all my fingers (me + razors = usage of Johnson & Johnson products).

And then, I was more proud that I destroyed a perfectly good 2007 book, retail value: $49.95. Current value: priceless.

Then, today, my mom e-mailed me and told me not to make a book safe out of it--I think she may have overheard talking to my sister--because she plans to give the high value book away. Um ok.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Maybe I’ll give my mom my first copy.

Does anyone read this?

Never Say Die

I was watching an MTV special on completive eating. It focused on a few of the competitors, particularly Takeru "Tsunami" Kobayashi--6-time winner of the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest.

During one of the segments, he went to a restaurant and ate twenty-one pounds of pasta and other food. Looking at him eat made me gag. As with most people, I was impressed with how much food he could fit in his stomach.

What really inspired me though was when he talked about throwing up. (Throwing up is illegal in competitive eating.) He said that he always hits a point he feels like he is going to throw up. The trick is to not throw up. If you don’t throw up, it trains your mind and body to deal with the problem. If, on the other hand, you do throw up, it causes your body to get used to throwing up when it hits that point. This leads to always throwing up.

This reminded me of Mystery and how he said approach anxiety never goes away. (ie even he gets nervous before approaching a girl).

The difference between successful and unsuccessful person is not that one has less problems to overcome, but instead that the successful person has trained himself to hammer past those problems.

It’s easy to say that Kobayashi is a better competitive eater than me because he has a bigger stomach, but that’s not the case. He feels the same gag reflex that I feel. His need to barf is no greater than mine. The difference between him and me is that he has trained his body and mind to never let that gag reflex take over. He has trained himself to not accept failure

If you’re faced with a problem and you always take the easy way out, you will have trained your mind and body to always do the easy thing. But if you never accept failure, you will have trained your body and mind in the opposite, and success will surely follow.

Holding Ground

I was standing in line at the Costco checkout. All the carts were backed up so I couldn’t easily roll my cart to the conveyor belt. Instead of carrying 20 pounds of Arizona green tea four feet, I pushed the line of carts forward to make space for mine.

Apparently, the cashier was holding the carts back with her foot because people push them and end up hitting her leg. She yelled at me (in a friendly way) not to push and explained that the line of carts hits and hurts her leg. I ignored her.

I then stood in line and she told me the store again. I looked at her with complete non-expression on my face.

When I paid for my stuff, she proceeded to tell me the spiel again. I again gave her the complete non-expression on my face. I didn’t even say “sorry,” “ok,” or anything. I think she got even more pissed.

I was about to tell her what to do to fix her problem (i.e. lecture your slacker helper to move the carts instead of lecturing each new customer), but instead, I experimented with not letting her dominate me.

I’ll never know exactly how she felt, but she sure did look frustrated.

No Excuses

Excuses are just your body and mind exhibiting weakness. Conquer excuses and you’ll conquer your weaknesses.

For lent, I gave up excuses. I know that’s not something one traditionally gives up for lent, but hey, I haven’t been to church in 10 years.

I promised I’d never tell my friends or myself “I can’t go out cause I’m tired”, “I can’t finished this cause I don’t feel like it”, “I’m too busy”, or “I have to work tomorrow.”

This was probably one of the best experiences of my life. I did things I never thought I could. Worse (or perhaps best) of all, because my friends knew I couldn’t say no, they called my ass out nearly every night. A few weeks and a handful of friends knowing you’re always 100% game equals a serious social lifestyle.

I also got more accomplished during those 40 days than the six previous months. Whenever I knew I had to do something like wash my car, rake the law, paint the bathroom, and do work, I knew no excuse would work, so I just did it without hesitation.

I highly recommend giving up excuses for lent . . . or forever.

Alpha Male Memory

Becoming the Alpha Male is not easy--especially if you’re not naturally a leader. How does someone enter a room and just own it? There is no easy answer. The Alpha Male is the leader of the group, the person in charge, and the one everyone looks to for guidance. The Alpha male monkey is the one who gets to mate with all the females, eat first, and gets all the spoils.

There’s this guy name David Hayakawa. He’s an attorney who also plans a few parties every year. Supposedly his parties are the greatest thing to ever happen to the Honolulu night scene. I went to one and it was aight.

He had a Halloween party a month ago and my friends went. I though, decided to boycott it.

Tangent moment: never say “no” if your friend calls you to go do something. The more you say “yes,” the more likely they’ll call you again, the more people you’ll meet, and the more you’ll get out of life. Yes’s grow Yes’s and No’s grow No’s.

Back to the boycott. I decided to boycott the party because David Hayakawa never remembers my name or remembers meeting me. I swear, I’ve met this guy five times and not once did he remember me. The second and third time I met him I even said, “I met you before.” I extended my olive branch out. Nothing.

I told my friends I wasn’t going and they laughed. Yeah it was stupid reason, but I’m stubborn. They made excuses like he has a bad memory or not to take it personally because he doesn’t remember most guys. As far as I was concerned, he was out alpha-ing me by saying he was so important and I’m so insignificant that he can’t even remember meeting me much less my name. What really bugged me was that he probably doesn’t even know he doing this.

When did having a bad memory become alpha?

The party came and went, my friends told me I missed out; I’m sure I would have had fun.

Realistically, I’m never going to walk up to David Hayakawa and make him remember my name or even try to make myself memorable for it. I like to think I’m above that.

The question now is how do I become/act alpha without getting the other guys to dislike me?

Last weekend I went to a party. As soon as I walked in, I saw a guy I met briefly seven months ago. I remembered his name and yell “Jake (not his real name), wasup? How you been?” He clearly did not remember my name and I just hammered past that (note, never say “I’m ______” if you’ve said someone’s name you’ve previously met; it just lowers your value such that people forgetting your name is normal. Assume, that the person remembers your name because you’re important. You know the other person’s name so assuming he remembers yours is not an insult or pretentious.) I talked to him like I was a nice and friendly person who finds it normal to see people I’ve met and remember their names. More importantly, I out alpha-ed him with “my brain is bigger than yours.” Throw in some good frame control and not an ounce of value was lost.

Jake later approached me and we talked more.

There are many ways to exhibit dominance. Acting like people are less important than you will demonstrate dominance, but it will only create short-term gain. Give people respect and they will follow you to the ends of the earth. There’s nothing more alpha than leading your people to the promise land.

Become Your "A" Game

"A" Game is all you have; become your "A" Game.

People say, “bring your 'A' Game,” or “I’m going to bring my 'A' Game” or other crazy things like that.

Instead, work your "A" Game so hard, it becomes you.

It reminds me of those cartoons where the rabbit runs so fast it leaves its shadow behind. Then when the rabbit stops, the shadow catches up. You are the shadow and your "A" Game is the rabbit.

At first, your game will surpass you. You will spit the routines and tricks and it will feel unnatural. You will feel as if you are speaking outside your body; your shadow has not caught up to your rabbit. Slowly, your shadow will catch up to your rabbit. The words will come naturally. The stories will become genuine. You will drop the routines and exert 100% natural game.

The girl will never know you had a good night, or you were “on,” or you were “in state”; she will just think that you are a naturally charismatic and interesting person all the time.

Become your "A" Game and you’ll never have to “bring it.”

Not Even Water

Eight years ago, I was talking to the hottest girl I had ever met (up to that point). We were discussing a bunch of things and she asked me if I wanted a beer.

Me: “I don’t drink.”

Her: “Not even water?”

Men Logic, Women Emotion

The Way Of The Superior Man by David Deida is quite possibly the greatest book ever written. Men deal in logic, women deal in emotion. If you want a girl to do something, convince her with emotion. No amount of logic will get you into her pants.

So I had a fight with my girlfriend a while ago. I pretty much fucked up her birthday and she was pissed. I thought we were going to break up. I did the usual: “Why are you mad? Tell me, what did I do? What can I do to make it up?” Nothing.

After half an hour of talking, and half an hour of David Deida in my mind saying “logic doesn’t work with women”, and half an hour of me not listening to his brilliance, and half an hour of her still being pissed at me, I finally gave in and thought “alright David, I’ll try it your way.”

Me: How’s the Saturday part of your birthday?
Her: Perfect.
Me: Really?
Her: Yeah.
Me: You are only allowed to think of the positive. Think of the Saturday, not Sunday (the day I messed up). What made Saturday so perfect?

And, in an instant, her mood changed from sad to happy. Men, women, who knows; one of us is definitely from another planet.

I later asked her what happened to make her feel better and she stood there with a blank face saying "I have no idea."

Over Hype To Sell

Donald Trump is the master of over-hype. He promises the universe, but delivers the moon. Miraculously he does a damn good job making the moon look like Saturn to just the right number of buyers willing to pay a premium.

Four months ago, Trump promised a new version of the Apprentice filled with celebrity A-listers. What kind of A-list celebrity would be on a reality show is beyond me, but with Trump’s hype, he convinced me it could be done.

Now, Trump has released the “cast” of celebrity A-listers, and well, they’re more like C-Listers. Oh well, I never would have watched it anyway.


Yet, somehow, he managed to twist it. He said he had 125 celebrities begging to be on the show. Hmmm. He then “selected” 14 with business experience. For some reason I’m magically drawn to watch your show again.

Trump’s over hype works because he is always doing something. Instead of focusing on the fact that his latest project is under-delivering, he re-frames the issue onto his next project. He never once makes an excuse or a comment that he promised A but is delivering D, and no one questions is future credibility. Instead, Trump hypes again and people follow. He over hypes so well that nobody pays attention to his latest “failure”.

Lesson: people are drawn to those with big ideas. Past failure is inconsequential. Hype, hype, hype and watch the masses follow.
Good job Mr. Trump, you could sell AIDS to an African.

Welcome To My Blog

Welcome to my blog. This blog is about my random thoughts of the moment. Most blogs have themes; this one doesn’t.

At first, I was going to make this blog about pickup, you know, PUA (pick up artist) stuff: The Mystery Method, The Game, Real Social Dynamics, Pickup 101, David Deangelo, Juggler . . . the list goes on and on. But no, this blog is not about that--not entirely, mostly because I’m done with that part of my life, i.e. I have a girlfriend and she’s awesome, no, she’s not just awesome, she’s a “keeper.” If I ever get my ass dumped again, I may cast the PUA resurrection spell. I’ll cross that bridge if I get there.