Last I was in Santa Monica I got to meet two of the greatest Life Style coaches (PUA) I ever had the pleasure to speak with. I have been conducting an interview series that will be broadcast soon enough, but because of this or that there are the typical Hollywood delays. I have managed to secure interviews with some intriguing Pick Up Artists and most are famous in their own rights. One in particular has a TV show and is scheduled for NYC interview at the end of August. I’m excited about that one and look forward to doing it.

I will say that while discussing topics with these guys, they all seem to have different insights and while so diverse still all of them offer a common thread. Be comfortable and love yourself, and you will exude confidence. Be passionate about who you are and what you do and this will personify you as a confident man. Don’t try and become somebody else, just be the best of yourself. Most importantly though, whatever you do make an impact, whether its a good impact or a bad impact, just make an impact. Be memorable!

With that said I think a lot of us are always going to wonder what exactly does it mean to make an impact. I’ve seen one friend in particular who likes to try and start fights when we have gone out. Another friend and I have made a decision that this is not the behavior that is acceptable to us and therefore will no longer hang out with this other friend. This is not the definition of bad impact, this is the definition of ignorance.

When I was interviewing Jae Ellis we talked about something he described as using the awkwardness of the situation to propel you ahead of everybody else. I  asked him what exactly he meant and I understood it like this: You basically see a woman that you like, say a hired gun. Now of course she is at work and for her she gets hit on all the time. Most guys would not care and in today’s dynamics with the VH1 Pick Up Artist Show and Mystery’s new found fame there are many more guys who suddenly think they are PUA’s and therefore many more who are approaching. I’ve read all the complaints and gripes about these guys on most of the seduction communities forums and I have to tell you it perplexes me. I’ll get into that in another post, but for now, just understand that many more guys are approaching the hired guns and most will crash and burn.

The one thing however they are not doing is recognizing that the situation, regardless of how common place is still awkward for them at work. Call this out to them, let them know that you are socially aware and you understand that they are at work. Say something along the lines of “I know this is awkward because you’re at work and yet I always believed that I should let people know whats on my mind. I have noticed you walking around out here and I just wanted to let you know I think your very beautiful. (PAUSE…. ) So what’s your name?

If you say this with confidence I guarantee you will get her name and she will ask you yours. It has not failed yet for me. Of course coming from me is not the best source, you need to do yourself a favor and go to www.AskRomeo.com and sign up for Jae’s course. I am not an affiliate and I am not making any money by telling you this. I tell you this because I believe it to be quality and beneficial. The guys at AskRomeo.com are incredible and just awesome. They are genuine and their programs blow everyone else’s away in my opinion.

I can’t wait till the interview is released. I know the video of Valentino will blow your socks off. There is so much quality in the Valentino video, just watching it will change most guys states. You could sell that video for hundreds and it would be a bargain. I’m telling you guys I can barely contain myself its that good.

I want to make sure you understand what I mean by calling out the awkwardness of the situation. Now I have a weight issue, in case you have not noticed, and if I was to meet a babe I would tell her if she was lucky she would get to rub the Bhuda by the end of the night. Women love it! The thing is you have to be super confident to get away with this. The very statement itself is super confident. What it’s doing is setting yourself apart from every other guy by letting her know you are comfortable and confident about who you are.

Lately I have seen pretty much every other guy also wearing Couture shirts and jeans. Peacocking is supposed to set you apart not make you look like everybody else. I try and dress a bit punk with a cross of uber cool. So like torn jeans and chains with $150 Florshiens and a silly T-shirt under a bowlers shirt while wearing a dress jacket. It sounds strange, but it sets you apart.

The key to this entire post is to make an impact. Sometimes making an impact is making a woman mad at you. It’s OK! Everyone will not always like you and not everyone will appreciate your humor either. Hardly anybody understands my humor, and you think I give a flying fuck. Hell no I don’t. There are times I have used a neg stack (again another post) on a hired gun and they will hate me. You can only do a neg stack on a hired gun and when it works she will be butter in your hands, but oh man, when it doesn’t son’t ever go back. Unless you want spit and piss in your food.

Just remember that if you want to make an impact be very cool with yourself and understand that you will not be able to please everybody. Have fun with life and as such others will be impacted by your passion for who you are. Don’t take yourself to seriously.

I went out with my friend last night to the Roof Top party at the Peabody hotel for some entertainment purposes. Basically that means we went to pick up women. Normally I do very well and use any approach anxiety I might have as a adrenaline rush to push me into talking to the very thing I fear. It works well for me and I have been getting very good at what I do.

So last week when I went to this party I got very drunk off Jaeger Bombs with my buddy. I met some cool people and had a grand old time. It was odd because I didn’t want to drink that night and yet I did. A lot at that too. I spent $40 bucks on Jaeger shots at $2 a pop. And then there was the wine. Lots and lots of wine. Regardless of not wanting to drink I did drink and got very drunk as I have pointed out. I was a bit disappointed in myself that night, but we live to fight another day.

Last night I went and I said I would only, maybe have a few beers. I did and yet for some reason I just stood around and picked only really easy sets to open. I wasn’t making excuses about it, that’s the weird part. I just didn’t feel like opening anybody and yet I know this in itself is an excuse. I knew exactly what was happening and even at one point said to myself and catalyst, my wingman, that I was comfortable.

Who wants to be fucking comfortable when there are babes everywhere? Sometimes my mind just wins out and I sit there and lose. I get frustrated when this happens especially when I tell myself that I need to pull out and get the job done. All day I psyche myself up to do the job and meet women. Anyone who has known me at all for any length of time knows I surround myself with beautiful women. I know I am a good looking guy and yet in my head some wires are fizzling and shorting out.

I think I have come to understand now though that perhaps I am my own worst enemy by trying to psyche myself up. I should just let what happens happen. I know I shouldn’t go out drinking and sarging as this is too easily done. I can pick up any women when I am buzzed, but I want to be able to pick up women when I am not. I need to be the same charismatic SteveO I am when I am doing th interviews for the show. It can be done and it will be done.

The other day I was in the mall looking for some clothes to wear out that evening. I was supposed to go out dancing with a friend and needed to get something that matched something else. I stopped in a store I frequent and there was this babe all bent over, her shorts barely covering anything. Her T-shirt was just as scanty and her body was awesome. Now before you go calling me names and hating on me, please hear the rest of this out. We started talking and me being me (I’m very charismatic) I ended up getting her number. It seemed like no big deal, because she certainly did not look like a young girl. Heck, her co-workers where right there and they were all OK with her giving me her number. Now I’ll admit I don’t look like my age, but there obviously was an age difference and you would think one of those guys would have said something. They didn’t.

Elizabeth and I talked for a while about what I did and I wouldn’t tell her. It made her very curious and she really wanted to know. She kept asking me and I kept refusing. She asked me if I was a student and I said no. I asked her and she said yeah. She also said that she finally had the freedom to do what she wanted to and this job would help her pay for that. It sure seemed like she was talking about college.

After some revelry that Saturday of dancing and a few beers I headed downtown to the Saucer. I met a friend there and tried talking the manager into letting a friend back in. He is the only person I ever knew to get banned or for that matter even kicked out of the saucer. Drunken bafoon started a fight. Oh well I wasn’t going to put my neck out for him more than I did. I saw a few ladies and got a couple of numbers but I was tired so at about 1 am I called it a night.

On my drive home I get a call from Elizabeth. She’s like “Hey there, how are the shoes?” I’m like um hey. We talked for a few minutes and I knew exactly what this girl wanted. This was the 1 am booty call and she was practically begging for it. I told her she could meet me midtown, where I was, or I could come over to her place.

She was like yeah I cant wait, but if you come here don’t knock, just text me and I’ll sneak out.

HUH? Sneak out, what do you mean? I asked puzzled.

Well I still live at home she said.

OK like what for the summer until school starts? I asked.

No silly, I’m only 17 she blurted out.

OMG! I said as the BMW careened off the road and I found myself aiming the car towards the trees that lined the street. My knuckles gripping the wheel hard, until they turned white. Sweat building on my brow, my eyes glazing over and fear gripping me.

She explained that she was sure that she told me that, but it was OK she would be 18 in a few months anyway. I told her to call me in a few months and I would give her an 18th birthday present to remember, but she didn’t want to wait till December. December is not a few months away babe, and I do mean babe as in kid. Anyway the call ended with me in a blinding haze of outrage. This girl did not look like she was 17 and now a days its very difficult to tell which ones do look like they are younger than 18. I see some girls on Beale Street that look like they should be home in bed watching Barney and yet they are out drinking. I see others who are so mature looking that you just cant tell. So how do you tell.

Well Elizabeth ended up texting me about 400 times over the next day, which in my defense is a good thing. She clearly is the aggressor here and I reply each time I will see her around when she turns 18. Then the bomb is dropped when she says March is a long time away. OK you just told me it was December. This means you just turned 17. Oh God why could you be so cruel?

The moral of my blog is though what would have happened if I didn’t find out and something happened? Whose fault would that be? I know it wouldn’t be hers and I would have ended up in jail! Not fair right. Thank all things Pink and Squishy nothing did happen, but now this chick is stalking me. That’s right stalking me. She keeps begging me to hook up with her and texting me with explicit directions on what she wants to do. She is a dirty little girl.

I’m a bit perturbed how this could my fault if I did something, which I wont. I think some parents need to figure out what their daughters are doing. I think a lot of people would be outraged at what their kids are doing. I watch the news and I’ve always been disturbed to put it mildly when I see these guys who molest these girls. I mean there is a HUGE difference when a little kid gets hurt and I absolutely think they should enact death penalties. The real question though is that if I did happen to do anything how many would look at me and say JunkyFungus, you are a perv and need to be put to death.

A good friend of mine made me up a nasal spray of OxyTocin and I have been researching the effects over the last two months. I wanted to be sure about my research before I reported on it. The bottle is comprised of 20 IU OxyTocin per 1/2 fluid ounce, mixed with a nasal decongestant in an inhaler. From what I understand most human research includes 24 IU (per dose) and as such my entire bottle is less than one standard human dose. A note about “standard” dose is what I have been told that is the current therapeutic dose for the treatment of Autism with Oxytocin.

I have been using the nasal inhaler now for 43 days and I am on my second bottle. The first bottle had a little spillage when it was being made, therefore I can only conclude the actual IU’s are skewed, but not by much. When I initially started I used three sprays 4 days a week and experienced dramatic interesting results.

Immediate was the suitableness of the drug as it coursed right to my brain. It didn’t act like a WOW effect, but it just kind of crept in. The feeling is more like I feel OK and I’m OK with feeling OK. I could tell that something was happening those first few days and yet at the same time it wasn’t overwhelming to any of my other senses. It didn’t make me feel any better when I disagreed, or was angry with another. However I did notice, almost immediately but even more so with continued regular usage, that I was starting to trust my own self. Whereas previously without the Oxytocin I always would doubt myself after an argument: maybe I was wrong, maybe I did do that, I shouldn’t have done that… The experiment brought me to understand the complexities of the argument/disagreement and as such I was comfortable with my viewpoint and trusted in myself enough to stand and make my mark in the sand. I wasn’t going to back down, I would admit if I was wrong, but I was realizing that I was right and it was alright to be right and even if this meant the other person was not OK with it, I had enough trust in myself to say its OK no matter what happens.

After a week of testing I went up to four sprays 7 days a week. I didn’t notice anything other than more trust and a propensity to want to trust others, but if I didn’t trust them or if the lost my trust then I would quickly anger with them easier. Not a violent anger, but anger about them not being trustworthy. I have been recording my calls with most service companies for quite a while so that I may gauge and judge their service departments and I was amazed to hear how quickly I became regurgitated by a customer service rep sounding bored or non-caring about my job.

AT one point after about three weeks of everyday use, the friend who asked me to test the Oxytocin asked me to stop cold and see f their were any adverse effects from stopping all of a sudden. I noticed none at all. However I will say that this batch, my second bottle, I am back down to 4 days a week and after this break (my thrid day today) I am noticing that I am easily agitated at almost anything. I have been feeling a bit ill and rundown these three days, but that variable might simply be coincidence and I would assume it would be since this was not a factor ever before.

On the one hand my trust and therefore respect in myself has increased exponentially, but my quickness to be judgmental of others who I don’t believe are trustworthy has jumped a notch. Where as before without Oxytocin I gave the benefit of the doubt to most people, now I trust myself more and perhaps tend to trust others, but am quick to lose that trust and count more on my own gut feelings. An interesting concept that needs to be explored more.

As of right now the jury is still out on continued use of Oxytocin as a ritual to build self-trusting. There is evidence in my book that the effects are beneficial, but I’m still a bit perplexed by my agitated state of recent, but as I already mentioned, there are many variables that could have thrown this off. I will continue to test and report back as I know more.

Before I begin my blog post I will apologize to everyone for not keeping this up as much as I would like too. I’ve been super busy with work. I have been traveling the country doing an interview series which will be released soon enough. Once it becomes public, I will have more freedom to talk about it. I can’t say much other than it involves some very famous people and me interviewing them.

It’s difficult when you can’t talk about what you do. Although many, many people know me from PheroTalk, many more will son know me. My life is about to become public. I know, for me, growing up I always thought maybe I’d like to be famous, but it’s happening and its weirding me out a little. OK a whole lot!

I admit that it is very cool in its own attributes, but on the same token having people recognize you wherever you go is odd in itself. Normally when I go somewhere I usually end up going out and meeting people by chatting them up. I’m extroverted so talking to people is fun to me. Lately I have been recognized by people wherever I go. Now on the one hand its cool especially when its a babe, but on the other hand its weird having people want to take a picture with me.

What’s weird about it is lately I have been experimenting with Oxytocin “the trust hormone” and yet I find myself more trusting of my own instincts. So my instincts have been telling lately that some of these “new friends” are actually trying to use me for information, or trying to get close to the people I know. I don’t like fake people. Do you?

So I guess I am having an internal struggle over this new identity and how it will impact my life. I have been getting into some really cool clubs and meeting celebrities on the reg, but it will take some getting used too.

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