Dating. It can get freakin’ crazy town up in here. One thing has been coming up a lot lately in conversations with clients and friends is the idea of first dates. And what I realized is that the one question
One of my most annoying self-defeating habits is comparing myself to others. Other coaches. Other men. Other writers. Other entrepreneurs. Other couples. Other dancers. I’m not going to sit here and say that I’ve totally gotten rid of that habit,
There are two simple things you’re doing that make you invisible to the opposite sex. And everyone, actually. It doesn’t really matter what your sexual orientation, culture or shoe size is. A lot of people talk about the basics of
I went through a rough patch earlier this year and one of the things that was pivotal in my healing and growth was my choice to let my emotions flow. To become a connoisseur and student of my own emotional
Looking back over my life, there were moments where I played it too safe with women. Where I waited for a clear invitation before I moved forward. Where I hid or mildly expressed my true desires and feelings for fear
I used to dance for hours alone in my room to Bobby Brown and Father MC. As a quiet kid, hanging out solo with my Sony dual cassette boombox was how I kept my self busy in between school dances.
Growing up, I was a shy, quiet, nerdy little dude with pimples. And for some reason, as scrawny as I was as a kid, I insisted on wearing extra-large t-shirts. My mojo was, you could say, not that strong. As
In 4th grade, I was the only kid on my block that had this new thing called video games. A wicked fast Atari 800XL with stunning graphics. It gave a reason for friends come over to hang out with me.
For years, I put women on a pedestal. Then I started realizing I’m pretty cool. So many times I thought the woman was awesome, which often times was true. (Other times, I quickly learned it was a total projection.) I would get
I used to be a horrible listener. I was so afraid of what a woman thought of me that I was always in my head trying to micromanage the entire conversation. I would stutter. I asked dumb things like “What