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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.