Before I get into the blog post, I want to give an update on what’s been going on (and why I’ve been somewhat lax about updating this blog). For the last few weeks, I’ve felt more inspired and productive than ever to build Date Hotter Girls.

As ridiculous as it sounds, something about this company really speaks to me on a very deep. Even before we’d thought of the name, Date Hotter Girls was what I wanted to do…

I could almost see his spirit laid across the floor, shattered, crunching underneath the bustle of a Lower East Side wine bar. I stood off in the corner, not unlike a trainer during a 12-round boxing match. I was ready to yell some motivational tidbits in his ear, or do what little I could to dress his wounds, but not much more.

At least a dozen times that night I spat my personal mantra at him: It’s not about them; it’s about you…

I remember exactly where I stood when I heard it. I was in 7th grade. I was walking through the hallway of the science wing and passing by a group of older kids, cooler kids. These were the “popular” kids.

As I approached the huddled mass, I caught a snip-it of a question: “…going to get porn?”

Then, he said it. A freshman named Dan Beck, already a notorious seducer at the ripe of fifteen, sneered. The crowd went silent as he prepared to speak the words that would forever color my perception of cool. He said…

Stop. If you want to see the world through rose-colored glasses, stop reading right now. Seriously, what I’m about to write is going to be raw, brutal, and hurtful for most people. So, please, if you like “feel good” dating advice articles, just leave now and go check out David Wygant’s blog or something.

Because this going to be dark—real dark. My inspiration for this came when I was sweating on a treadmill, listening to Tool’s “The Grudge”, and realized most of my greatest life achievements have come as a direct outgrowth of my anger, frustration, and desperation…

Whenever I meet guys looking to improve their success with women, one underlying question always permeates everything they do: when will I be good with women? Every guy who gets into improving his success with women really only wants thing, which is to have success with women. Some guys refuse to endure the process necessary for that success, so they give up; other guys are willing to going through the process, but only do it with the ultimate outcome in mind.

I completely understand the feeling. Any guy who wants to improve his dating success does so because he’s frustrated. No matter what the reason, every guy embarks on the “dating success” journey for one reason and one reason only…

Writing a journal is one the best ways to spend your time. To me, writing about your experiences is like drinking a protein shake after an intense workout. The act of writing lets you relive your experiences from a godlike perspective as you examine your choices without emotion, allowing you to make sense of yourself, other people, and the situation. Your journal is how you can suck the marrow from life, making the most of each day.

When it comes to improving your success with women, keeping a journal is crucial…

Getting good at meeting women was a skill I’d been desperate to learn. When I discovered “the pickup community” I found myself diving into its promises face-first. The deep end of obsession was where I landed. I left the dry comfort of normalcy to do things I’ll never forget—much as I wish I could.

The internet played a supporting role in my hilarious shame. It supported many of my bad decisions with corresponding consequences dripping in every shade of dreadful. The chilly evening I agreed to meet a man known to the internet as DatLadiezMan2 I met irony face-to-face, I shook his hand, and he said to call him Benjamin…

It was our third date. We were back at my apartment. Candlelight flicked over the walls. French pop music played on softly on the stereo.

She and I looked at each other, our faces reflecting the same confused-but-trying-not-to-appear-confused expression. We were two strangers who followed our strange attraction for one another to its final destination. My apartment. Lit with candles. With French pop music playing softly on the stereo.

Then, she said it because she had to say it. They always have to say it. “Nothing’s going to happen.” Along with the lecture. Respect. Trust. Commitment. Intimacy.

Hello, my name’s Rob Judge. You may recognize me from my roles on Pickup Tube, Mehow’s Infield Insider (playing Zack Bauer’s wingman), and Awesome Guy at the Bar IV: The Return of Tequila.

For those who don’t know me, let’s get a few things straight. I don’t love game, I love women. After reading and applying years of dating advice and theories, there came a point where I stopped reading the materials and started revising them. That’s because my only barometer for success is sex and truth. And since sex often follows truth, it makes silting away the bullshit pretty simple…