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…

Alright! So Zack and I have been crazy swamped coordinating a few different projects, but I wanted to post something quick about a comic book I created. I know, I know…it’s a little dorky. But, ever since I’ve been a little kid, I’ve always loved comic book art.

So to spice things up a bit, I retold the story of how Zack and I had our “breakthrough moment” after years frustration when learning how to succeed at dating. Here’s a little “sample” to check out…

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…

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…

Things did not look good in New York Friday afternoon.

I trudged along sidewalks littered with bumps of salt that were like brail spelling ‘DOOM’ and ‘STAY HOME AND JERK OFF’. All day the sky had been a metallic grey that poured disaster in the form of snow, hail, and freezing rain. By the time I ventured to Zack Bauer, a barrage of freezing rain pelted my face and made short work of my crappy umbrella.

Finally arriving after an hour-long odyssey of freezing dampness, I wrung my socks out as Zack and I waited for Pythag to arrive in the whip…

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…