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I’ve come a hell of a long way in the last few years, and it’s time I told my story, so you can use it as fuel to improve yourself and build your own life of abundance. I get sex whenever I want it with hot girls, money is great, I have a tonne of friends who’d take a bullet for me (I’d do the same for them), I’m in a loving relationship with my girlfriend Immy (we sleep with girls together), and I get to mentor other guys and help them live an epic life as well – which is so incredibly rewarding.
And sex – oh the sex. I’m doing things I never could have dreamed of. 3somes, 4somes, banging models, doing photoshoots (the ones you see on this page), exploring the kinkiest sex imaginable, going deep into BDSM and tantric sex and ticking every single thing off my bucketlist. Not to mention getting to see other guys lift themselves up and build their own underdog story.
Life is fucking beautiful, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
And given how low I started – how much of a suicidal train wreck I was – if I can do all this, then you sure as hell can too. My mission is to get you to follow in my footsteps and do everything I’ve done.
Like everyone in the world, I was born with a handful of natural advantages, and a handful of disadvantages.
Advantages: I had a lot to be grateful for. I’m 6ft2 tall, very witty and funny, extremely intelligent, and had a great upbringing with two very loving and supportive parents. I don’t have any disabilities or deformities. I was born into a 1st world country where I can be whomever I want to be. In short, I was dealt a good hand in many respects, and I’m super grateful for that.
But we’re not here to talk about what went right in my life. Let’s look at the things that were fucked up:
I was extremely suicidal from age 14 to 23. As in, every single day I’d have fantasies of killing myself. From being bullied in high school, to becoming addicted to porn at a really early age and becoming the social outcast, I developed a very deep depression that lasted about 9 or so years. I’ll talk more about why I was so suicidal and depressed, but in short… It was pretty bad. I lost count of the number of times I found myself in the kitchen holding a knife to my wrist, willing myself to have the courage to finally fucking do it…
I felt like existence brought me nothing but pain, and I longed to die. I told myself, “When I have my 30th birthday, that’s when I’m allowed to kill myself.”
I hated myself more than you can possibly imagine, and I used that self-hatred to flagellate myself and make myself even more depressed and suicidal. I made myself miserable, tormented myself and berated myself – I used to say the most fucked-up, evil things to myself every single minute of every day. I’d tell myself how worthless I was, berate myself for being useless, scream at myself both in my head and out loud, and I’d constantly remind myself I was a pathetic piece of shit who would never be worth anything.
It got so bad that I was at a point where every time I’d cross the road, I’d see traffic coming towards me & think, “If I just closed my eyes and stood in front of this car, it’d all be over.” I had that thought literally thousands of times, imagining how good it’d feel to finally be taken away to somewhere where every moment wasn’t suffering.
The only reason I didn’t go through with killing myself was because my self esteem was so low I didn’t even think I deserved to end my suffering. I literally thought I deserved to sit there and wallow in my existential misery. I thought I deserved more pain than anyone else in the universe, more suffering than anyone else alive. (Yeah, my self-talk was pretty negative…) I thought I was the lowest of the low, and never deserved even a single second of happiness. In fact, I used to feel guilty if I ever had a moment where I enjoyed life, and I’d torture myself for it – “You don’t deserve to smile, you fucking piece of shit. Fuck you for thinking you’re allowed to be happy, you pathetic scum.”
I’ve talked more about my battle with depression and suicidal thoughts in this video:
But honestly, the depression and suicidal thoughts were only the start of things. I stayed in an abusive, violent relationship for 6 years… then I left that one and walked right into a second violent, abusive relationship for another 4 years. I’m talking very violent, to the point I sustained injuries. I wasn’t really attracted to them either – I just didn’t think I deserved any better.
At no point did I think to leave – my self-esteem was so low I truly believed nobody else in the world would ever want to be with me, so I had to desperately cling on to this shitty, abusive relationship where we both hated each other. I was so convinced I was utterly unlovable and unworthy of a girl who treated me with respect that I never even considered I was allowed to leave. The thought of being alone – truly alone – felt more terrifying than any abuse anyone could throw at me.
I thought being emotionally, verbally and physically abused was totally ok and something I should put up with… So I stayed.
As the years progressed, things got worse and I developed extreme agoraphobia, to the point where I could not leave the house unless someone came with me. I couldn’t go to the supermarket without her coming with me – and even then, I’d suffer extreme anxiety and almost have a panic attack being around other people. I became paranoid, convinced everyone in public knew I was fucked up and was watching me, which only made me less likely to go outside, making the agoraphobia and paranoia even worse.
The only reason I survived was my girlfriend at the time did everything for me, which really just enabled my disfunction and made me need her more, until I was eventually unrecognizable as a man.
Over the years, it got worse and worse, until it got to the point I couldn’t even go check the mailbox out the front of my apartment without my girlfriend coming with me. I lost my job, I had zero friends, and I was completely dependent on her for survival, which only made her hate me more and made our fights that much worse.
I also had no self-awareness. I had absolutely no idea why I did the things I did; I was reacting to everything emotionally like an animal would, with no pause for thought or any sort of rational logic behind any of my day-to-day decisions. I was never rational, never used logic, never paused before doing anything. I was impulsive, with zero self-control. I wasn’t even aware of the fact my thoughts were so negative and unhealthy; I literally thought it was normal to say the most evil, vile shit to yourself all day long.
I felt like I was a passenger in my own life, like I wasn’t in charge of where I was headed. I knew I hated my life, hated myself – but I had no way of changing anything. I suffered deeply from learned helplessness – the notion that nothing you do really matters, and therefore there’s nothing you can do to improve your life. It all felt completely and utterly hopeless, like I was just… stuck. Stuck forever, or until I finally worked up the courage to end my life.
I became an alcoholic in order to deal with the pain. I was drunk every single day, even when I went out in public. Alcohol became my crutch; I used it to get through the tough moments, and eventually just to get through every moment. I built up such a tolerance I’d have to drink most of a bottle of wine just to feel that slight buzz. I looked forward to that feeling; it was like a warm embrace at a time when I felt like the universe had otherwise turned its back on me.
I had a liquor cabinet full of 50 or so different spirits, liqueurs, vodkas, whiskeys, etc. I bought a cocktail making book and convinced myself I was “learning to make cocktails”. Truth is, I just wanted to be drunk all the time because it numbed the pain and made me forget how much I hated my existence… even if just for an hour.
I already had a bad porn addiction from about age 14/15, but it only got more and more extreme. I’m talking 8 hours a day, 7 days a week. I’d jerk off for hours and hours, until I lost my erection, but then just keep watching more porn. I felt fucking pathetic, but at least it was a slight distraction.
I threw myself into it, being completely absorbed in my addiction – it was a form of escapism. In those hours while I was drunk and staring at the computer screen, I could forget that life sucked, that I sucked, that everything sucked. The girls in porn didn’t reject me; they welcomed me with open arms, much like alcohol did.
It became a huge problem; I got to a point where I felt like porn was the real world, and real life was “fake” somehow. Every moment I wasn’t watching porn, I’d start getting anxious and antsy, like a junkie desperate for his next fix. I’d get angry at my girlfriend just for being at home, because when she was home I couldn’t look at porn. We’d have fights where I’d try and get her to leave the house, just so I could jerk off. I’d sneak off into the toilet and sit in there for half an hour watching porn on my phone, I’d wake up in the middle of the night and sit up until 3am watching even more porn. I barely did anything else.
It affected my ability to perform – I couldn’t even get it up for my girlfriend any more. Not that I really wanted to; between the fights and both of us hating each other, neither of us was missing much. I felt like I wasn’t a man any more.
I developed a video game & TV addiction too. I bought a Nintendo Wii, modded it so I could play games on it for free, and must have played through hundreds of Wii and Gamecube games. I’d sit there for 30 hours straight, not even sleeping – just playing video games and wasting my life.
The worst part was I could delude myself into thinking I was making progress and working towards something; building something. Video games give you a sense of progression, because you always start out as a weak character and you yourself are new to the game; by the end you and your character are both more experienced, more worldly, more awesome. I poured tens of thousands of hours into video games, convinced I was being productive – when really I was just trying to avoid facing any of my problems and having to fix them.
I did the same with TV shows – I’d binge-watch entire seasons of shows without taking a break, sometimes 48 hrs straight, until I eventually passed out. I watched 1000 episodes of the anime show Bleach, thousands more of Cowboy Bebop, Ghost in the Shell, Full Metal Alchemist and about 20 others. I binged on every TV show you could think of, even ones I wasn’t into. I watched hundreds of movies, melting into my couch as one day flowed into the next and they all blended together, an endless flow of misery, self-medication and avoidance.
I wasn’t living; I was merely existing.
And not just existing; but existing completely alone. I had absolutely zero friends. Quite literally none. Nobody I could talk to, nobody who’d hang out with me, nobody to turn to with my problems to or ask for help. I had my girlfriend, but that was clearly an unhealthy, unhappy relationship. And the second girlfriend I had was just as unhealthy and abusive and fucked up. I truly felt alone in the world. It was just me, and my suffering.
To deal with it, I ate, and ate, and ate, until I was on the cusp of obesity. I weighed 104kg (229lbs) with NO muscle mass. Walking was starting to take effort, and I felt fat and gross and unattractive all the time… Because I was.
I hated looking at myself in the mirror – I avoided mirrors entirely. I didn’t have the courage to face myself or even acknowledge I didn’t like myself. I ran from it, hid from it, buried my self-loathing and covered it by self-medicating with porn, alcohol, TV and everything else.
My mindset with women was warped and unhealthy too. I was convinced all women were perfect, beautiful delicate little flowers who could do no wrong; I put them on a pedestal. My mindset towards men suffered; I had all sorts of fucked-up notions about how men should be gentle & kind and not masculine and not be too muscular and not want to have sex with women and other shit.
I went one step further though and bought in heavily to all the feminist dogma about men being disgusting, evil creatures. I hated the fact I was born a male, feeling vastly inferior to every woman around me, and hating myself for having a penis. I felt gross, vile and unworthy of respect or love. I literally hated myself for being a male. I called myself a feminist, and wished I could “give up” my manhood and become a woman. It would later take me years to overcome all of that brainwashing and unhealthy mindset.
Speaking of giving up my manhood, I had NO muscle and was a complete and utter weakling. I felt pathetic, literally being unable to do a single pushup (even with my knees on the ground), or a single chin-up, or a bodyweight squat. I couldn’t pick up anything over 20kg, and even that took all of my willpower and all of my might.
Being so weak and hating myself, I absolutely DID NOT believe I had the right to talk to girls. I didn’t think I had the right to a happy relationship, or a sex life that satisfied me, or even just having a girl be “nice” to me. I felt like a loser who wasn’t on their level; like all women were better than me and I was just a piece of dirt. I felt like even the 2 toxic relationships I did have were “too good for me”, despite all the abuse hurled at me during them (and I wasn’t much nicer to them either).
(Years later as I improved myself and fixed my depression, my insecurities around women was the hardest to overcome. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I had so many mental hurdles to overcome in order to even start trying to get laid – the vast majority of my self-improvement work has been just giving myself permission to even talk to a woman).
And with that came a complete and utter lack of confidence. Not just with women, but with life in general. I was meek, scared, cowardly, pathetic. I didn’t believe I had the right to make friends, or to be cool, or interesting, or fun… So I held myself back. I thought that being cool and being liked by people was “wrong” or “arrogant”… Really, I was just covering up the fact I was scared to come out of my shell.
And I definitely made sure I never came out of my shell, or put myself out there in any way. I dressed as boringly as I possibly could, wearing old, faded, ripped clothes. I didn’t groom myself, often wouldn’t shower, I had absolutely zero f fashion sense or care about how I looked. I looked like complete garbage, clearly not caring about my appearance. I felt like a nobody.
I was also incredibly self-conscious about my balding head; my receding hairline was absolutely terrible, even in my early 20’s. It was such a huge point of insecurity for me I would think about it at least 30 times a day; it’d always be on my mind. I was paranoid about it, and it ate away at me, becoming something I obsessed about constantly like I had OCD. It drove me insane.
And none of this is mentioning my issues with money; my massive debt, working shit jobs I hated, thinking I’d stay poor my entire life, moving closer and closer to bankruptcy due to debts from all the self-medicating I was doing, never believing I deserved to be financially comfortable. Money was a black cloud over me… I could write a book on how fucked my mindset was with money and bills and debt.
And by the time I even considered getting my shit together, I was already 28 years old. I felt like it was too late for me, like I’d missed out on my 20’s, like I was past my prime. I certainly thought I was too old to get a girlfriend or have any women be interested in me. I was terrified that if my life was this fucked up in my late 20’s, it’d only get worse in my 30’s. And I was also terrified that even if I could somehow fix things, it’d take me until my 40’s or 50’s before I’d be an even half-way decent person.
So many of the guys in their early 20’s who come to me for coaching nowadays say, “Andy, I’m in my late 20’s/early 30’s and worried it’s too late for me.” I completely understand the fear of it being too late… That was my reality for years. That horrible feeling of your life having passed you by, and you missing out on all the things everybody else is getting to enjoy. Trust me, I get it. I get it.
I felt completely and utterly broken; hopeless.
Life was fucked for me. I was a complete and utter train wreck, by most accounts. Suicidal, depressed, 10 years of abusive relationships, in massive debt, obese & unfit and generally a pretty fucking big loser.
How’d I fix it all? (And how can you do the same?)
Beating my Depression:
Eventually I hit rock bottom & had a breakdown, which forced me to tell my family and friends about my depression and suicidal thoughts (more on that here). I saw a counsellor/psychologist, read hundreds of self-help books (You Can’t Afford the Luxury of a Negative Thought changed my life), taught myself CBT, worked on breaking down my negative thoughts and negative habits, and trained myself to be optimistic instead of pessimistic. Years later I also took psychedelics (LSD) multiple times, and each time felt like I’d compressed 10 years worth of therapy into a 16-hour period; LSD was massively beneficial to my healing.
All of this shit was so unbelievably difficult… Yet I didn’t really have a choice. I’d hit rock bottom, and I couldn’t go back to being the loser I used to be. I’d seen the depths of hell; the most painful parts of existence. I had no intention of ever going back.
I wrote a massive, in-depth article telling more of my depression story, as well as free help and resources if you’re suffering from depression yourself:
Oh man, this was a tough one. First I did a gruelling “Approach anxiety program” to give myself the confidence to actually start hitting on girls. I kept logs and videos of the entire process:
Then I had a complete breakdown when it came time for me to actually start hitting on girls for real. I had to go through several months of hell where I did nothing but process my emotions, my insecurities, my doubts, my fears, etc for 8+ hours a day. I literally took time off work to work on it. I had to sit down and ask myself, “WHY don’t I feel like I deserve to talk to women? WHY do I feel like I’m not good enough? WHY do I feel like I’m a loser?” That was incredibly confronting and by far the hardest thing I’d ever had to face. Much harder than everything else on this list.
As I mentioned, I took LSD quite a few times – specifically to work on my notions of not “deserving” to have any girls like me. It was very confronting, and very hard to work through, but in the end I got there.
I’ve gone on to have a fucking awesome sex life – click here to check out pics and vids/stories from my lays. I’ve gotten laid well over 200 times, had a few MFFF 4somes, had girls come on my podcast, had 100+ 3somes, done all sorts of fun shit like sex in public, sex on LSD, BDSM, kinky sex and more. I’ve even got a massive wardrobe full of 100 or so sex toys, whips, chains and ropes – girls love it. I’ve become a very confident and dominant man – a far cry from the scared little boy who was too scared to embrace his masculinity.
I’ve gotten myself to a point where I have sex with new girls with almost no effort – my Tinder profile is set up to be very efficient and I make it very clear I’m looking for sex when I match with a girl. My girlfriend Immy and I sleep with girls together in 3somes – it’s as awesome as you imagine it to be. She also uses her own Tinder and Hinge to bring in more girls for us to sleep with together; free sex for me without any effort.
Speaking of which, my girlfriend is an absolute sweetheart; truly one of the most amazing human beings I’ve ever met. As of 2022 we’ve been together 4 years, and she’s been my ride-or-die. Here’s all the shit she’s done for me over the last 4 years; she’s pretty incredible.
Through sheer hard work, giving as much value to my audience as I possibly could, and pouring my heart and soul into helping every single client I worked with, I built my coaching up to a point where I’m comfortably earning 5-figures a month (and counting). I can’t believe there was ever a time I was in such massive debt, completely convinced I’d end up homeless and poor, or worse.
I feel so completely and utterly blessed to have an abundance of money from doing what I love – helping people avoid all the shit I had to go through, and watching them kick ass and build their own abundance.
Life is good.
Losing Weight & Gaining Muscle:
I started counting my calories religiously, walked for 12+ hours a day every day (no exaggeration…) most days I’d stay up til midnight just walking nonstop. I walked all day at my job, then I’d finish work and walk for hours and hours more. I took the stairs all the time, I bought a “standing desk” so I’d never be sitting down, I did tonnes of cardio, I started playing sports again.
I was obsessed with reaching my goal weight, and ended up losing 35kg (77lbs) in about 9 months. I’ve written in-depth about how I lost the weight here.
I started hitting the gym, which was terrifying at first. I was so intimidated because I was BY FAR the weakest person there; I actually had to ask one of my mates to go with me the first few times because I was so nervous.
I read absolutely everything I could on bodybuilding, powerlifting, nutrition, sleep, exercise, etc. I hired a strength coach and got into powerlifting. I went from a guy who couldn’t even do a pushup to (at the time of writing) being able to deadlift 2x bodyweight (170kg/375lbs), squat 1.5x bodyweight (120kg/264lbs), bench 1x bodyweight (90kg/198lbs). I still have a long way to go, but I’m pretty damn proud of how much I’ve improved.
I’ve got an in-depth article on how I got stronger here.
I forced myself to go talk to people, especially through the social site Meetup.com. I tried social meetups, sports meetups, went to art groups, took a candle-making class, a soap-making class, an origami class and even a magic trick class. I made a tonne of friends and proved to myself I was capable of interacting with other human beings.
I also sought out more masculine-focused groups to make male friends; particularly one called “The Red Pill Bookclub”, where we read books on masculinity, taking responsibility for your issues, self-development, etc.
I’ve got an in-depth guide on making friends here – read through that if you’re in a similar boat. If a loser like me can make friends, you sure as hell can too.
Curing my Agoraphobia:
Since being around other people terrified me, I had to force myself to do the opposite. I remember the first day I set myself a goal of walking around a shopping centre by myself for an hour. That was a herculean task for me at the time; I even called up my mum afterwards & told her about it, I was so proud of myself.
I eventually started putting myself into social situations every day; at one point I went so all-in that I forced myself to go clubbing alone, 5 nights a week for about 6 months. Literally by myself – I didn’t go with anybody, and I didn’t know anybody there. I’d force myself to chat up bouncers, bartenders, girls, guys, anyone and everyone. It was the hardest thing ever, given how completely and utterly socially-terrified I was, but I ended up making a few friends and developed enough social skills to where I wasn’t a complete mess in public anymore.
Leaving Abusive Relationships:
Eventually I got to a point where I realised, “I deserve better than this. This isn’t me.” I walked away from a 4-year relationship and decided from that moment on I’d walk away as soon as I got even the slightest hint a girl had abusive tendencies. It’s been years since I put up with even the slightest hint of disrespect; I have a hair-trigger towards rudeness and disrespect these days. I don’t tolerate it, and I don’t have anyone in my life who’s even the tiniest bit rude towards me.
Looking back, it’s insane how much horrible shit I put up because I thought that was all I deserved…
Embracing My Masculinity:
This one took me a full year or so to “un-brainwash” myself. I specifically sought out masculine sites and books such as The Rational Male, Good Looking Loser, Danger & Play, The Red Pill Reddit, and others. I joined a local Meetup group dedicated to self-improvement and self-knowledge & made friends there. The more I got to know women, the more I stopped pedestalising them & started treating them like normal people.
It’s crazy how god damn sexist I used to be – there’s nothing more sexist than thinking an entire gender is “perfect” and can do no wrong. And then thinking the opposite gender (men) are completely evil and disgusting and are always wrong. Jesus christ.
Giving up My Addictions & Vices
One thing that helped a hell of a lot with my vices was improving myself, and working on my biggest issues. As my life improved, I noticed some of my addictions becoming less overpowering, to the point where I could start working on them and actually make progress.
Dr Phil explained my situation brilliantly on the Joe Rogan podcast:
I had a lot going wrong with my life, and as Dr Phil says – if your life is shit, you should be depressed about it. As soon as I started getting my life on track, my need to self-medicate with porn, TV, alcohol & video games went away. I had no need to hurt myself with my addictive behaviours, because I actually started to like myself.
It wasn’t all smooth sailing though; the alcohol took me a hell of a lot longer to give up. I did a 1-year sober video here; check it out if you’re struggling to give up alcohol yourself.
Porn was also a huge challenge for me, but I’m making huge strides there. Here’s an update video on my life without porn.
If you’re in a situation where you self-medicate too much or have addictions, ask yourself: Is there anything in my life that’s making me deeply unhappy? Work on fixing those things, and you might find it a whole lot easier to work on your addiction.
Shaving My Head:
I wore a cap/beanie 100% of the time, whenever I was outside. This was really just avoiding the issue… so I finally worked up the courage to just say “fuck it” and shaved it all off. It was terrifying, very confronting, I felt weird/naked/vulnerable, but I’m so so glad I did it. Years later I’m so comfortable with the bald look, and I never have to worry about being insecure about my hairline – now I have no hairline to worry about 😉
Grooming myself and dressing better did not come naturally to me; like a lot of guys, I had literally NO idea what the hell I was doing. I did a tonne of research, following other guys on Instagram who looked good, and then just copying their clothes and accessories. It took me months of failed attempts to dress myself decently, hundreds of outfits tried on in changing rooms, sending pics of each outfit to my mates and asking for feedback.
I slowly improved my wardrobe, my accessories and my grooming over a year or two, with lots of trial and error. I whitened my teeth, got some tattoos, had my ears pierced, bought some nice watches and good threads, new shoes, bought a beard trimmer to groom myself, and a few other things. I’m now very happy with how I look.
Self-awareness (especially being aware of how negative my own thoughts were) was something I had to teach myself over time. The Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) and counselling helped, as did a tonne of anger management books and books on philosophy, ethics, psychology, self-knowledge, etc. I suggest you start with my recommended reading list; particularly this book: You Can’t Afford the Luxury of a Negative Thought.
Self-awareness is something you build with time; it takes practice. It involves being present, and focusing on your emotions and how you’re feeling. It involves taking a deep breath before every action, and asking yourself, “What do I want to do in this situation; how do I want to react?” I got better over time, and now consider myself one of the most self-aware people I know.
Other free resources which help:
That just came over time, from kicking ass with my goals. Confidence isn’t something you can just “do” – it’s something that comes with practice and experience. So the answer is to throw yourself into your goals, taking daily action. Over time you’ll slowly dislike yourself less and less, eventually feeling like “Hey, maybe I kinda do have my shit together a bit”. Congrats! That’s the start of building confidence. Now just keep going.
If you want to read an extremely detailed log I kept on how I overcame my fear of approaching girls, that’s here.
I’ve achieved other things in my life too – I got briliant at photography & Photoshop by sheer hard work day in, day out. I did a “365 Project” where I had to take a photo every single day for 365 days in a row. I’ve gotten laid enough times I’ve now lost count, including a bunch of threesomes (something I never thought would EVER happen to me in a million years). I’ve shagged 200+ girls (as of 2022) from Tinder/online dating/approaching in the street.
Especially the sex stuff – I never in a million years thought I could be a guy who gets laid. It took me years of hard work, but in June 2018 I was able to post this on the GoodLookingLoser forums:
Ok. I’m finally able to admit this to myself:
I am a guy who gets laid.
More importantly, I am a guy who CAN get laid. If I moved to a new city, or a new country, and had to start my life anew… I know I could get laid within 1 week, without much effort.
Online dating, cold approach, I’m absolutely comfortable with all of it.
That’s such a massive fucking thing for me to say… It’s taken me 3 years of work to get there. This was my end goal when I first found Good Looking Loser. I wasn’t even sure I’d ever be able to reach this point.
Now that I’m here, I’m not sure what the next goal is. Part of me thinks “Ok dude, you can delete your account and stop posting on the forums. You don’t need it anymore”.
I’m so tempted to do that. To just enjoy this “golden era” of my life without keeping a journal of it. But I’d miss the friendships I’ve built up with a lot of you guys.
Plus I know it’s arrogant and stupid to think just because I’m getting laid right now means “I’ve made it” and can slow down and rest. This is the time I need to push myself HARDER, not rest of my laurels.
I’ll keep doing what I’m doing – trying to get laid more and more, improving my looks, improving my body, working on my killer instinct, pushing the boundaries. There’s still a LOT on my sexual bucketlist, plus I’m just enjoying getting new pussy. I’ll keep posting on here.
That was a really special day for me. The day I finally felt like I had shed the last of my “loser” label. I’d finally killed my inner loser.
One good thing about sharing my story is it’s encouraged others to share their stories with me. I get emails every week from people who’ve been through their own impressive self-improvement journeys, and it’s bloody awesome to see; I love a good underdog story. I’ve met so many amazing people through this awesome journey. I’ve even helped my main girlfriend go through her own pretty awesome self-improvement journey.
So if you’re at the start of your journey, or maybe you feel like a complete loser, or you worry that your life is so much worse than everybody’s else’s, or you wonder if you’ll ever be able to achieve anything: you’re not alone.
I felt like that, my friends felt like that, and a million other people have felt like that.
If a complete fucking loser like me can get his shit together, you sure as hell can too.
Want to kill your inner loser too but feel like you have NO idea where to start?
If you need help with getting laid or getting a girlfriend, start with my How to Get Laid guide. It’s a massive, step-by-step guide that’ll teach you everything from improving your appearance, upping your confidence, dressing better, how to text girls, what to do on dates, how to be the best fuck she’s ever had, retention (keeping girls around long-term) and everything else. And it’s totally free, so you have no excuses.
If you have no friends, start with my massive How to Make Friends guide. Don’t be a loner like I was; it fucking sucks.
If you need a support network, jump on our forums and get the support you need. I don’t want anyone suffering alone; please reach out and get other people to push you and guide you on your path to victory.
If you’re depressed, start with my list of depression resources. Seriously, click that link right now, please.
Also read this book, it’s lifechanging: You Can’t Afford the Luxury of a Negative Thought.
If you want to get into 3somes, go read my in-depth guide: How to Have a 3some (Even If You Don’t Feel Ready Yet).
If BDSM and kinky sex is more your thing, that’s here: My List of BDSM Resources.
If you want more in-depth help, I offer coaching here. I’ll make it clear I only work with guys who are absolutely serious about building an amazing life, and I demand hard work from everyone I let into my coaching programs. You will need to be committed to working your ass off, but you’ll be rewarded with an amazing life.
Remember that I started out as a complete unhappy, obese mess. So if I can get my shit together, you sure as hell can too. All you have to do is start; right now.
I know if you’re reading this, there’s a big part of you that feels like, “Yeah but my problems are even more insurmountable than anybody else’s; I’m a special kind of fucked up.” I absolutely promise you that isn’t the case. So many of my coaching clients and guys on my forums have said that: “I’m too fucked up to change”. All of them changed. We all start out feeling like we’re too far gone, like it’s too late for us; we’re all convinced we are exceptionally messed up and could never change. Truth is everybody can change; you just have to start with one tiny little baby step and take things one day at a time. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Don’t make excuses. Make it happen.
UPDATE 2022: I went through even more details of my self-improvement journey in this interview: