Yes, dating coaches exist…and traveling the world with one fundamentally changes your perception about women and life.

You might’ve seen the movie called Hitch, or read the book called the Game. Or you’ve just had a friend who’s really good with women and wondered how the hell he does it.

Bangs all the girls, and he’s not even good-looking. And you tried in a way, you talked to the girl at the office last month, you’ve had a few girls in your life. But let’s be honest here, they were not as amazing as you’d like. Not as hot, not as cool.

You could probably do better…

Well, I feel you, bro, I was the same. But I decided to do something about it. I started working and traveling with one of the most famous dating coaches in the world – RSD Max. And guess what, my life changed upside down, here are some of the things that I learned:

1) This shit is real – and it works!

It’s almost scary to see. Sex in club toilets, bringing several girls home at the same time, taking numbers on your way to the grocery store, bringing dates with you as you work, taking a girl home an hour after meeting her on the street…

It crushes your reality. 

It’s like seeing the Matrix. Once you’ve seen it, once you’ve tasted the blood (metaphorically), you can’t go back. Your life is forever changed and you only have 2 options. Either you learn this and reap all the benefits, or you become a sad, sad, lonely little man and cry at home in your room…

Alone. 

2) You Need To Grow Some Balls, Bro

One of the biggest obstacles guys have while trying to talk to women is the fear of rejection.

“But what if she doesn’t like me, but what if she tells me to go to hell?”

This fear stops the majority of the guys right there. They fancy a girl, yet never ever even talk to her. This one is the worst of all because there can’t be any learning if you never talk to a girl.

Think about it. 

While there are tons of videos about how to kill the fear of approaching, or approach anxiety, as they call it in the PUA (Pickup Artist) world, there’s no hard science to it.  You just need to grow a pair of balls man.

It’s simple.  You see a hot girl and you want her. You think about going to talk to her, but then some voice in your head starts to say bullshit like:
“But what if…”

• Does she have a boyfriend?
• Does she hate me?
• all the people around watch and judge me?

You ignore that little bitch ass voice and just start moving your legs. If you don’t know what to say just say “Hi” and take it from there.

Congratulations!  you just talked to a hot girl, anything else after the “Hi” is a bonus.  And trust me, you’ll feel your balls expand exponentially. 

3) Women And Men Are Fundamentally Different

There’s been books and online courses and god knows how many things were said and written about this, but it’s just true. Women and men are fundamentally different. It’s like, we tick different, we think different.

Ever thought “what the fuck”, when any of the following happens?

• a girl gives you her number but then never responds
• you take a girl out on what is clearly a date, try to kiss her in the end but she tells you that you’re just friends
• see bad boys that treat girls like shit yet are still getting laid all the time 

Girls just work a little differently. Emotions are more important, they have different values (obviously massively generalizing), different societal roles, biological clock. It’s just many things we guys don’t think about, and vice versa.

4) Nobody Gives a Fuck About You

Your teacher, your family, and friends, your bros, people on the street or in the club. Nobody really gives a shit about you. Okay, family and friends hopefully do. But you know who they give even more of a fuck about? Themselves. 

A lot of the work we did was done inside of clubs. Big prestigious clubs. You know, fancy Djs, dolled-up hotties, all that posh shit. I thought everybody is watching me, I thought I don’t belong there, girls will shove drinks in my face… all the worst.  

Until I realized nobody gave 2 fucks. Seriously, everyone in the club is drunk and just thinks about themselves anyway. And the club is just a pumped-up version of everyday life. Nobody cares, man. People think about their jobs, relationships, how to make more money, what they’ll have for lunch.

If they see a random dude running around in daylight, starting conversations with random women he fancies, they don’t think about that much.

“Oh, that chap is a little odd, don’t you think, Ben?”

And then they continue talking and thinking about their problems. 

While you take that cute girl on what we call an “instant date”.

5) There’s no magic pick-up line
Many guys came for advice in search of a quick fix. There’s a whole niche of the dating industry that’s making a SHITLOAD of money by selling magic tips and hacks to gullible guys just like you.

Sorry to break it to you but, there’s no magic line, there’s no quick-fix. To get good with girls, you’re gonna need to work on yourself.

Get fit, get a decent sense of style, get a job you’re proud of and hobbies you’re passionate about.  Besides being on your mission and being a cool guy in general, you’ll need to learn a thing or two about girls too. What’s a good thing to say when you meet her, what to text her, how to set up a date, how to understand her responses? 

In the beginning, you’ll probably suck a lot. But if you have your balls with you (see point #2), if you take action, and if you’re not dumb as fuck, you’ll improve. Progressively the first dates will happen, kissing on dates, you’ll take a girl home, club make-outs… the world is your oyster, and you’ll have many stories to share with your bros.

Conclusion

So yeah, those were the five things I learned. In reality, I learned a ton. Like 9754 things, or even more.

I’ve written about the adventures, and some of the actual tips, hardships, and victories in the two books called

The Player: How I Traveled The World With a Dating Coach 

If you want to learn more, definitely grab a copy on Amazon.

Anyway, thanks for reading, if you want to get in touch please do, and remember, the world is your oyster.

Peace,
Bostjan