| I'm not big on bragging. Why?
In my experience, there's an inverse relationship between the amount of bragging a guy does, especially about women, and the reality of the situation.
In other words, if you hear a guy bragging how good he is with women, you can rightly conclude that he sucks.
I mean, if you got the skills, why would you need to prove it?
(unless you are trying to sell something. 'nuff said.)
Anyways, I don't brag on myself. Much. Tho I do have a, um, very healthy self-esteem.
But one thing I'll never get tired of is bragging on OTHER people, especially guys like you who are putting serious effort into getting happy with girls and creating a great, meaningful, and confident life that blows away the fake promises you get every day from marketers and advertisers and people out just to bait n switch you into buying their shit.
I'll sell the hell out of you, but I'll never lie to do it. I already went through that phase, and as you may know from experience, went all the way over to the dark side to find just how deep and black it can get.
I know, and I'm never going there again. That's why everything we do at LVo3 is built to get you crazy amounts of value, and REAL help with REAL questions and REAL results. I'm not in this to get rich (tho it's nice to have some coin in my pocket). I'm in this cos I get to push myself to learn and evolve every single day, and make my life happier and better than every day before.
And everything I learn and test and get results from is what I share with you. I'm the big bro giving you the wisdom you probably never got. See, I got my wisdom way back from my legendary Uncle Buff (he of the Camaro and Magnum PI mustache), and I've never forgotten how much it meant to me to have a mentor.
I gotta pay it back, or that karma gonna come and bite me in my big white ass.
So today I have to share with you one of the emails I get from guys just like you who have to tell me the real changes they are getting from our stuff. And I don't know if I can find a way to say this without bragging, but this is the first time in my working life where EVERY SINGLE EMAIL we get is positive. I mean, it's crazy.
When I worked at the New England Journal and at Stanford, we had a pretty basic rule for feedback. 90% of emails were complaints, and those emails represented another 100 people who had the same complaint, but didn't get around to saying it.
And suddenly that lifelong lesson has been totally reversed. I don't know if you're just afraid to tell me what you REALLY think, or like blowing sunshine up my arse, but I can't tell you how happy it makes me to read your emails and posts on the Forum asking questions and getting results.
It blows me away, and it humbles me, truly. I ain't no genius and I ain't no guru. I'm simply a conduit for all the wisdom and experience that I have been gifted with from all the great Men (and even more Great Girls) in my life.
But enough about me. I want you to read this story, cos it's too good to keep to myself. And then think of what that means to you, cos tomorrow I got an offer you can't refuse.
"Sean,
What's going on? I've never written to you before nor will I probably again but yesterday I got an email from you with a link to your whole new years youtube thing and I listened to it while I was at work.
Every word went to heart and was utilized like a fucking champion.
You wanted us to send emails/stories about our New Years. This may or may not seem like a big story for you but it was for me.
I'm a regular guy. As regular as they come. I have a big heart. I can't be intentionally mean to people.
The cocky funny thing seems to work for me because I disarm people very easily and make them feel at ease...especially women...especially women I meet for the first time so they never think I'm an actual asshole. I also don't laugh for no reason. I laugh ALOT but I genuinely think alot of shit is funny.
That's why I like you. Your words come from an honest place. You're not a salesman. You're genuinely a teacher and I love that about you. I saw you in a seminar at the Holiday Inn Toronto three years ago and I'm still a fan, bro.
Anyway, this New Years I took a chance here. I developed a good relationship with this kid (B) who was a few years younger than me and used to be my intern at work. He invited me to party out at his hometown many times. I did about half of the time. Good stuff. Great people. They all know how to get nuts.
So he invites me out to join him on New Years. I say sure. I felt weird that I was a bit of a tag along when all of these people had known each other for years and I was new to the group but guess what...
FUCK IT.
I get a call from him the day before asking if he and 3 girls can crash at my place on New Years since all of his friends are crashing at some hotel. I play it cool and pretend to check with my roommate. Of course he doesn't give a flying nard. Then I find out that my buddy B isn't joining them. So me and these 3 girls...Only one of which I know KIND OF well (Girl 1)...Are crashing at my place.
They show up on New Years Eve all ready to rock.
Cute. Hilarious. Awesome.
I immediately make my place a big home to them. I learned a long time ago that if you keep a neat apartment (I live in a condo right in downtown) and always keep the door open for people to crash and party...girls will especially gravitate to that.
So we take your advice from your "Get Naked on New Year's" videoclass from the UCP and watch Wedding Crashers. Loosten them up. They all start getting ready. My roommate's boys come over and it's a huge jam.
I get Girl 2 (cute as a fucking button) to tie my tie for me while she was in a bar without a shirt. Fantastic.
We eat. Drink. Enjoy life.
I give the girls a pregame huddle and tell them that it's on tonight and we're going to have the best New Years of all time.
They love me for it and I look like a fucking pimp on our way to the hotel party. They're loving it and can't wait to get back to my pad at the end of the night. Giddyup
We find B and their crew at the hotel. It's crazy in there.
B's girlfriend sees me and is flirting like a machine with me...but I love B and can't stand flirting with a man's girl in front of him even if it is harmless.
We bounce to the bar and it is a gong show. Typical downtown party. I'm chatting and dancing with all the girls there from the hotel party.
Now I have to remind you that I'm can be an articulate, charismatic son of a bitch. I am aware of this.
But I am also a regular person and feel self conscious about shit.
Girls. Life. Being the life of the party or not being mellow enough. It's all in there.
I am still pretty much a virgin and I'm nearing my mid twenties but I am around girls almost more than any guy I know. Girls who like me for the right reasons but I still don't make the real passionate magic happen. I suck in that aspect of my life. I know. I am working on it.
ANYWAY...back to the night. Everyone celebrates midnight. Kissing. All good.
Girl 1 from my apartment grabs me by my tie and makes out with me. Fantastic.
My buddy B laughs his balls off. Been months since I've kissed a chick like that... maybe even more than that.
We dance some more and I say to her "There's twenty bucks on the table if you can do an exact recreation of what you did at midnight." We have a very sensual kiss again. No money went anywhere, lol.
So I dance with a bunch of girls...Now actually feeling like a bit of a manwhore after kissing Girl 1 but then dancing with some of her friends (but still dancing with her).
I leave the club at 2 with my 3 fantastic ladies feeling on top of the world. Girl 2 is hooked on my arm tightly because of the snow and the cold.
She tells me how she made out with some ugly dude but didn't get to kiss anyone on New Years. She is goddamn beautiful too. A 9 at least.
I tell her her lack of a midnight kiss is atrocious news.
She looks to me and says "can you give me my new years kiss then?" And with Girl 1 just down the street behind me...I kiss her friend in the snow under the city lights.
That is a first for me.
Never had two best friends kiss ME (not me trying to kiss them but them kissing ME) in one night.
Never happened. Boom. Now it just happened.
We take the cab home...We all lay in my bed in my room drunk as fuck. I now have my arm around Girl 3...also extremely cute...and she goes on and on how she thinks I'm "in" and an official downtown "party guru" now. The girls left this morning saying it was a fantastic New Years.
Indeed it was. 2009 could be a good year. Everything in that UCP video I took to heart and it worked beautiful. I owe you and my buddy B my left and right nut. Thanks bro and god bless!
Sincerely,
Another dude just like you."
There is no earthly, or unearthly, reason that this story is not YOUR story. You got everything you need to get TOTAL happiness with women, right now. _________________ ===
Sean Messenger
http://LVo3.com
"War is not the answer. Love is."
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