My buddy Bobby Rio (from http://www.tsbmag.com) has had the hookups for years in the Dominican Republic, and last summer started this event which was totally off the hook.

This year, he’s recruited myself and Rob Judge (http://www.datehottergirls.com) as well as 8-10 guys learning pick up to hit the DR and party it up like rockstars. We stay in a druglordish villa on a tropical beach, we party it up VIP style every night, all food and expenses are taken care of, and Bobby’s got the hook ups so that there will be 10+ hot girls in the pool WHEN WE ARRIVE.

This event is all about having fun with beautiful women and relaxing first and foremost. Having a bunch of awesome wingmen and getting free advice from the coaches is just a side perk. Oh, and the beach isn’t bad either.

Last year, every single guy on the trip got laid — some even laid more than one girl. Basically, we spend all day partying by the pool with the girls. And then at night we hit the clubs VIP-style and bring back even more girls to the house. Rinse and repeat.

There’s even a complimentary white water rafting trip thrown in to scare the hangover out of you.

This trip is non-profit — the coaches and Bobby make little to no profit off of it. Every dollar is put towards expenses for the group and more partying.

Testimonials:

If you’re interested, here’s what you need to know:

• It’s August 12-15.
• All expenses covered.
• Get to hang out with two professional PUA instructors and spend the week winging with them.
• Complimentary white water rafting trip.
• Bobby’s arranged for some of his girl friends from last year to be IN THE POOL when we get there. So yes, HOT GIRLS ARE GUARANTEED.
• This is open to ANYBODY. Any skill level. This is NOT a bootcamp, but a great way for like-minded guys to get together on a beach and party our faces off, while learning about pick up on the side.

The running price for this was going to be over $1,575+ per person (not counting airfare). But Bobby’s told me that I can personally bring three guys for a $1,200 discount price.

That’s $1,200 for an all-expenses-paid, all-inclusive, VIP partying, pussy-palace-living, pick-up-fest, in one of the most beautiful locations in the world.

If you want in, shoot me an email me at entropy@practicalpickup.com. There are guys flying in from as far as England and Germany for this, so it’s going to go fast. My guess is I’ll have my three guys within a few days.

More Info:

• http://www.tsbmag.com/wingman-weekend-retreat/
• http://honeyandlance.com/mansformation-w…estimonial

At this point, after spending a significant amount of time in all of the major cities in the western world, and meeting a significant amount of the coaches from around the industry, something occurred to me. This occurred to me after going out in London — I was taken aback by their seeming worship of “posh” and how the pretension in their clubs revolving around status is probably only rivaled by LA.

And here’s what I noticed: look at all the guys who are insanely good from London (AFC Adam, Beckster, Extraction Tim) and all of them were/are top promoters, are socially networked out the ass, and play the social status card hard for big success.

By the same token, all of the great guys from New York City (Brad P, 60 Years of Challenge, Rob Judge) have styles that involves escalating extremely hard and fast. Brad P has his “blow me or blow me out,” as well as 20 minute bathroom pulls, 60 with his “escalation is attraction” and Rob Judge mauls girls with a startling amount success.

All of the “routine” methods of pick up (Love Systems, Mystery, Style, Mehow) all come from southern California. Much of the inner game only/authenticity styles of game (AMP, Sean Messenger, Pickup101) come out of San Francisco. Guys in Vegas — Nick Quick, Epik, Start Being — all shit on ideas of comfort game or inner game and focus on pumping the girl’s buying temperature — to which I say, well, no shit, you’re in Vegas. The coaches from Dallas a few years ago (Sinn, El Topo, Captain Jack) all focused on sexual framing and qualification.

I could go on and on… Even Vin DiCarlo and I (both from Boston) have a similar analytical style in which we calibrate our game around connecting with each woman’s specific personality. This also struck me, as being back in Boston… it just feels easy again. Like I’m unconsciously wired to pick up women in Boston and so I have to try 50% as hard here as other places.

There may be something to it. There may not. But food for thought.

How much of success is inner game and how much is outer game? A lot of people say all you need is inner game, which makes sense to me. What else do you say to a guy whose whole reality is “I’m bad with women?”

That he’s probably right and needs to fix some basic things about himself. Anyone who knows me knows that the whole “inner game only” trend drives me absolutely nutty because I think it’s wrong, wrong, wrong. A guy with bad outer game and great inner game will never get laid. A guy with great outer game and bad inner game will get laid all the time — he’ll just lay low quality girls and not be able to keep them around or be happy.

No matter how awesome the shit going on inside your head is, it’s just that: going on inside your head. All a woman ever experiences is your outer game.

If you want to change a guy’s reality that is “I’m bad with women,” then you change it by giving him good outer game first. Fixing your inner game is a luxury of those who already have outer game. I’ve never understood why having this reality is such a bad thing if the guy never gets girls. If you never get girls, then it’s true and you should face it. The problem begins when you meet a guy with 200+ lays who says the same thing: “I’m bad with women.” To have a newbie virgin deny this reality is just shooting himself in the foot. It reminds me of the RSD monkeys I’ve coached who walk around clubs shouting out, “MY GAME IS A 10!” in between getting blown out 11 times in a row… They’re not doing themselves any favors… just deluding themselves from the painful reality: they have a lot of work to do.

Also, second question: how much is just dumb luck? Every guy I talk to with a high lay count has a couple stories that are just lucky.

Or quite a lot of stories… the more experience I get, the more I realize how much is out of our control (And hers too sometimes) and is just dumb luck. I can usually judge a guy’s experience-level these days based on how aware he is of how much luck is involved. It’s always the guys who tell me with a straight face that they’re practicing cold approach threesomes, or that they’re currently working on their bathroom lay technique that I immediately assume have no idea what they’re doing but think they do because they have like 20 lays or something. There’s no technique… you just find a really fucking horny girl (the luck), escalate fast (the skill) and then drag her to the bathroom. She either goes with you or doesn’t… no technique involved.

For instance, when I first came into the community, I was sold on the idea (marketing) that we could control 90-100% of our fate with a certain girl. When I got out into field, I soon realized that was probably much more like 50%. After I banged a few dozen girls and had some ultra-wacky and crazy experiences under my belt, I realized it was a minority, probably 30%.

These days, I honestly think, even when you include all the inner game stuff, the social circle stuff, the lifestyle stuff, on top of all of the mechanics and techniques… we’re talking 20% control of our own fate with any particular girl — and that’s probably still a HUGELY generous estimate — come to South America some time and see how much control you have over the interactions…

Fact remains, the absolute best thing you can do to get laid or get girls, is to just go out and meet as many women in as many situations as possible. Everything you learn, study, practice, think about, etc. is completely supplementary. Give me an average guy will all the pick up theory and skills who goes out twice a week, and give me an average guy who is clueless and goes out five times a week, and the guy who goes out five times will (usually) have better results in the long-run… There are just far, far, far too many intangible and extraneous forces that you can’t learn about until you’ve been forced to face them. I think really the difference between a guy who’s amazing with women and a guy who isn’t is a 90% fail rate versus a 99% fail rate. It doesn’t sound like much, but over the course of 100 sets a month, it adds up very fast.

It’s only when you’re going out all the time that that 20% advantage theory gives you adds up over time. If you’re not putting yourself out there consistently, then there’s nothing anybody can do for you.

As always, field is king.

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- My knee-jerk reaction to these kind of “celebrity-gate” stories when they happen is always a disinterested, “who cares?” I don’t really understand why everybody gets such a thrill out of digging into some guy’s personal problems and personal business. I have about 1521 more important things to worry about in my life, so I tend to focus on those, and the constant distractions of, “OMG, HE WAS SNORING WHEN THEY FOUND HIM,” flashing everywhere gets tiring very quickly.

- I will never understand the conventional wisdom that athletes, musicians and celebrities are somehow supposed to be held to the highest standard. This seems to exist mostly in the USA from what I can tell. We have this deranged desire to hold our public figures morally accountable TO US for THEIR personal problems and issues. We saw it with Bill Clinton. And now we see it with Tiger — people saying he should take a year off the tour, how he should cancel his endorsements, how he should issue a press conference, etc. When the fuck did we get this right? We forget that these guys are just humans too. I mean, over 1/3 of the US population will cheat on their spouse at some point — the world doesn’t stop for them. Why should it stop for Tiger? Because he can swing a golf club better than anybody else? That’s ridiculous.

The media’s argument for this is that our celebrities and athletes are “role models,” followed by some trite statement about the children and setting good examples, blah, blah, blah. Lil’ Wayne was once confronted with this argument in an interview where his private life came up. He responded, “If you need a celebrity to tell you how to live, maybe you shouldn’t have been born.” Amen.

- And finally, I guess the pick up related part of all of this: you have a billionaire golfer in his prime, he’s constantly traveling and meeting people, he’s one of the most famous people on the planet — is ANYBODY surprised that he was banging some hotties on the side? Seriously… I’d be more surprised if he wasn’t.

I really think what’s keeping this story alive is just how bizarre it is. Yeah, there’s a lot of parts of it that don’t make sense. But guess what? They don’t make sense because it’s a private matter, and they’re going to keep it that way… as it’s their right.

So move along… nothing to see here.

In the meantime, I stumbled across an interesting article written by a man who has paid for 1,300 hookers. Not sure what to think about it, but hey… he’s definitely honest. Check it out here: http://www.openthemagazine.com/article/living/why-i-slept-with-1300-women

It’ll probably be another week or so before I post again. But there’s going to be some seriously major news coming up around the end of the month. Stay tuned…

I’ve had two scenarios that rival this one:

- One time a girl broke into my apartment by ripping off the screen to my window and crawling through. She then waited for me for hours to come home because I hadn’t returned her calls in two days. I had only been seeing her for about a month. Somehow, I ended up seeing her for another year. She was bonafide nuts, but all in all, her nutso behavior was usually good towards me after that. She was great in the sack, spoiled me rotten and let me sleep with other women. Shrug.

- Another time I was supposed to go ice-skating with another girl on a Sunday. She called me at 8AM excited and ready to go. She said she wanted to leave then so we could spend the whole day together. I had been up until 3AM partying the night before, and told her I felt like shit and that I’d call her when I woke up, hung up and went back to sleep without thinking much of it. When I woke up at about noon, I had three voicemails and two MySpace messages from her alternating between violently screaming at me for standing her up, and apologizing and telling me she loved me. I never called her again. She sent another half dozen MySpace messages over the next three days, again, alternating between angry hysterics and heartfelt apologies. The ice-skating date was supposed to be our third date. Looking back, I think she was probably bipolar.

Every guy has a “girl with the crazies” story. What are some of your worst ones?