I Prematurely Ejaculated Yesterday..

Yeah, you read that right.

I prematurely ejaculated yesterday.

I was feeling low energy from hopping on so many sales calls with men with terrible dating situations.

Hearing their stories began to drain me to no end.

Men who haven’t been sexual contact with women in 22 years, 6 years, 8 years. Some having only been with prostitutes for as long as they remember.

For me, a week is a long time to not have sex. Which is becoming more normal now that I’m focusing on the business instead of getting my dick sucked.

It’s a super power to be able to walk outside of my house, hop on my motorcycle, and know with confidence that there is a solid % chance that I can find someone to sleep with that same day, if not soon later that week.

It’s one of the advantages of choosing a toursity area to live.

I hopped on the bike, did one approach, connected really well with an Australian girl who about 4 minutes into the conversation brought up that her partner had visited Mexico recently to do some partying in my neck of the woods in Cancun.

Strike one, I thought to myself.

It was a bummer because she was tall and slender, wearing striped shorts that resembled something like a bumble bee, great tits and an amazing smile that could melt a room.

But the thing with pickup is, if you miss one opportunity, there’s another right around the corner.

And right around the corner it was.

I saw a beautiful, short haired brown woman that was on the sidewalk, digging in her bag searching for something.

Bingo.

Obviously on her way back from the beach, I drove a little further up and hit a 180 like I was skateboarding at 15 again.

Circling back once more for the full 360, I pull over to the side of the road, and hit her with one of my classic openers.

“Excuse me, I had to tell you, you have a wonderful aesthetic.”

She was a bit confused, and I could tell she had an accent, so I asked her if she could speak Spanish.

French was her reply, and we were in rapport.

Brief conversation, a couple laughs, and plenty of smiles later, I asked her, “What are you doing right now?”

She didn’t have much plans, so I told her we were going on an adventure, and to hop on the bike.

A little apprehensive, she could tell that I was a good guy, and eagerly hopped on after I assured her that it would be a fun side quest for her day.

10 minutes of riding around, talking, laughing, sharing stories and asking questions, I could tell that we had a genuine connection.

A world traveller, she told me stories of her adventures around Indonesia, living in huts and exploring the jungles with untouched tribes of Indonesian cultures.

I love a woman with an open mind and a desire to explore, it makes the dates so much easier as you have to remove less limiting beliefs around having fun and being free in the moment.

As you become more of an avid reader of the newsletter, you’ll find a pattern in my approaches of how I choose my women. I love low friction, compliant woman to join me in my days, and selection plays a major role in the success of same day dates / same day lays.

We stopped at an acai bowl place, enjoyed each other’s company for 20 minutes, and I told her that I had a sales call to hop on at my house, and invited her back to enjoy my swimming pool.

It felt premature, no pun intended, but in pickup you have to sometimes bridge gaps that feel a little bit out of reach. It’s ALWAYS better to try than not to try, especially in low time settings.

She ended up agreeing, and we hopped on the bike back to the home.

My sales call ended up cancelling, so we ended up taking the yoga mats to the garden in the backyard. We ended up looking into each other’s eyes, enoying the universe spin around us underneath a clear Bali sky.

There are some moments where you can just ponder and feel grateful for the connections that God has given you, and the abilities that you have granted yourself through hard work and diligent effort at understanding social dynamics.

The mosquitos began biting us at too frequent a pace, so I told her I have some lotion upstairs in my room to soothe the bumps.

I had another one on one call with a client of mine who was going to the mall in the Middle East to try his hand at cold approach.

While on the phone with my client, we layed on my bed and her hands began to explore in an adventurous way, quoting how turned on she was while watching me lead another man to success in the field of cold approach.

After the call was over, my pants were already around my ankles and the fun began.

She was still sandy from the beach, but I couldn’t care less. As a man that’s been in that situation before, you know what I mean. If you haven’t been there yet, I promise you will if you try your best to. I have coaching programs available for this exact venture.

I should have wrapped up, I know I should have, and when you’re faced with this situation, I need you to be stronger with your morals than I. But one thing led to another, and I was already enjoying the fruits of my labor without a glove on.

I surprised myself, with how little stimulation I was needing to come to the point of ejaculation. I usually am much better at holding it in, but something about the sun, the beach, the mosquitos in the garden, and her beautiful brown body drew the excitement to near breaking point multiple times.

I would try and stroke slowly, going deep to minimize the stimulation for myself and maximize the stimulation for her, but the grip became too tight and I had to abort mission.

While I pulled out to flip her over and pleasure her with my hands and mouth, I shot warning shots onto the floor, but not the full fireworks that mark the end of the momentous occasion.

This brief pause in action allowed me to get enough steam to go back in and continue the job where we danced the dance for another 15 minutes or so, before the full shabang came to a climactic ending.

Here’s the thing, I have no shame that I prematurely ejaculated.

And you shouldn’t either.

Shame is the lowest of vibrational emotions, that has little value other than pointing you in the direction that you should go away from.

My mom used to use shame as a tool of control, and it took me massive amounts of internal work and a deep dive hypnosis session to release that shame on a body-molecular level and move past it.

So when you’re faced with the situation of premature ejaculation, smile, and be able to talk about it. With your friends, with your partner, with yourself, and if you’re crazy like me, with your audience of over 1,000,000 people.

What we don’t talk about, or can’t talk about, controls us.

And you’re bigger than that, I know you are.

If you’re a man looking to excel in the world of dating, social skills, people interactions, and same day sexual experiences just like this one, book a call with myself and my team on the link down below. Right now, I’m taking all of the calls myself, so act fast to book one of the slots.