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Ask the Alpha Male Episode #2

Here is the second episode of Ask the Alpha Male.

Thanks again to everyone who emailed in questions. I had to re-shoot it, the first one ended up being almost twenty minutes long, and even with this one I had to cut a question out.

This one is less about ME and full of tips and advice about how to deal with a wingman that is messing your shit up, one of the best things I ever purchased for my place, my favorite gun, and how to deal with a chick who keeps texting you but never follows thru on setting up a date.

Let me know what you guys think, and anything you want more or less of.

I am going to start picking questions for the 3rd vid soon, so email soon if you want to try and get it answered next week- BravoPUA@gmail.com with the subject line ASK THE ALPHA MALE.

Ask the Alpha Male Episode #1

I was almost overwhelmed with all the questions I received from you guys (and a few girls) last week when I wrote about a new feature I am going to have each week.


I thought I would be lucky to get a handful, so thank you to everyone who emailed me, and if I didn’t pick you this time, feel free to resubmit.

I was able to get thru a few questionsin this first video, and also a little bit about my background, why I got into Pick Up, how I started working for Neil Strauss, and what qualifies me as an ALPHA MALE

The questions I picked are about how to choose between 2 girls, if marital arts help your game, and more-

I hope everyone enjoys it, and if you have a question you want me to try and respond to next week email me at BravoPUA@gmail.com with the subject line ASK THE ALPHA MALE

Ask the Alpha Male

The life of an Alpha Male. Fun with friends, free lap dances in clubs, or teaching Close Quarter Combat to military and Law Enforcement.

I get so many questions I don’t have time to answer them all!

That is actually true, I am not one of those guys who sends out emails saying “SO many people have asked about blah blah” when NO ONE asked about it, or even knew to ask about it.

Being the Admin and Head Coach for the Neil Strauss Stylelife Academy and forums with almost 90,000 members, all of my awesome Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace (only still have it so people can find me) friends, and all the students or fans of the Pick Up world messaging me, many slip thru the cracks, even though I try my best to answer them all.

So I am coming up with a new weekly post here. Send in your questions, it can be about chicks, self confidence, firearms training, politics, martial arts, anything funny, or whatever else you may be curious about.

I will answer some of them each week, and will try to do so every time with a youtube video response.

And rest assured, unlike many other people who try to give advice, I am really good at it!

Email me at BravoPUA@gmail.com with the subject as ASK THE ALPHA MALE and I will pick some each week.

Don’t be the guy who thinks their question will never get answered, start now and there is a good chance it could be YOURS!

Bravo hidden camera in field pick up

Many guys doubt that the pick up arts actually work, others want to see a “master” in action to learn how it is done.

Not sure how long this video is going to stay up on youtube so I would watch ASAP!

Now for the set up- this is a clip from a promotion for Neil Strauss’s Stylelife Academy. All of us, the Stylelife coaches, took a trip to Miami beach to shoot some in field video. We did this to prove that it doesn’t matter where you are that it still works, in case we got in trouble or creeped everyone out by using the same canned lines and having 4 guys follow me around, we could leave and never see anyone again! (we didn’t want to ruin the cool spots that we hang out at in Hollywood)

I open with my Facebook Stalker opener (which is in the new version of Neil Strauss’s Rules of The Game) the video fades out but I use the rest of the routine stack that then lead into her and her friends being cool with me isolating her. During that I ran a few more routines and number closed her, where I have her write her number on my arm with a sharpie marker. I LOVE having girls do that because every set you approach after sees this girl’s name and phone number on your arm and it shows preselection and gives you tons of social proof!

Also for the guys who watch this, this isn’t really my style of game. It was shot to specifically demo a routine stack. Everyone who knows me or has read my Field Reports know I am much more direct and natural. My take on becoming a PUA is the same way I taught martial arts or firearms training.

Learn it

Absorb it

Forget it

Let me know what you think , ignore the sales stuff (it is over) and if you guys like will post the follow up text messages after this which led to her coming over to my hotel room, me having a married chick leave minutes before she showed up, us have fun (3 times) and also the funny text messages I was sending back and forth to a wrong number before I got her!

5 years ago I said, “I DO”

Little did I know that those 2 tiny words would start a chain reaction that would lead me down a painful and amazing path.

It went from “I Do” to “I want a divorce” in two years.

Two long years…

Long enough to own two cars, a four bedroom house, have a front yard with trees and bushes that had these fucking thorns that were two inches long, I would work on during the weekends.

Long enough to live next to a little kids playground, a few streets near a giant new park with basketball courts and a baseball field, walking distance to a MUCH nicer grade school than I ever went to, half a mile from a high school that is twice as impressive which would easily be driven to by a young adult with a shiny new driver’s license in their wallet. It was all planned out in my mind, from first steps, playing catch, working on a car, to graduation….

Those two years of my life are gone, all but erased from my mind. When I sit down and really think hard, it feel like trying to remember a dream from long ago. Even now writing this, it feels like I am remembering someone else’s thoughts, that they almost couldn’t have been mine.

After that, I decided I needed to change. Clearly I messed up. I fucked things up and ruined a perfect situation. It was something I did wrong to make things play out the way they did. So I began a journey, so it wouldn’t happen again.

On this journey I learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. It was the most difficult thing I have ever done, realizing I wasn’t happy with the way I was and doing whatever it took to change that, it is more than most can handle.

Now five years later, I am back in Phoenix visiting from my new home in Los Angeles where I am living a life I never thought possible. Hanging out with my Dad, sister, brother, niece, this weekend and am closer to all of them than ever before. I talk to my mom every week, something I never did. Am closer to my friends and have found some really amazing ones. Found out I actually am pretty decent with the ladies, somehow got a job focusing on that, and now help guys all around the world learn from my previous mistakes, so they hopefully can not follow my painful path.

I found out that it wasn’t my fault.

I also found out that I am now happy.

originally posted April 25, 2008 comments copied over

It felt like I had been raped by The Hulk

From my MySpace blog from 2008

I was lying in the hospital bed, oxygen tubes in my nose, an IV in my arm pumping morphine into my bloodstream, in what the nurse was telling me was “level 10 pain”.

Only the night before I was a cool bar in Flagstaff (which was a nice change from the LA bars/clubs) having a blast with the eight new female friends I had just made who were up at NAU taking vocal training classes. My friends Ryan, John and Steve were all up there in a cabin for the weekend to get away. I was having some fun and letting them see how I had improved in the last two years since our last trip.

Only a week before I was at Boulevard 3 in Hollywood teaching at the Stylelife Total Life Makeover Conference. Teaching all day, coaching all night. Helping the guys all approach, showing them how it was done. I opened more sets that night than ever. Students were telling me this was the best weekend of their life, and seeing me in action was the coolest thing they had ever seen!

Now I am in bed with a hospital gown on, at the ER in Flagstaff, the cute nurse now approaches me and asks my name and if I have a living will. The fourth time I am asked about the will I ask them if they are fucking with me. She tells me I have to fill out a form with all my personal info, too much pain, she will write what I say.



Job?………STYLELIFE…….what’s that?

……Well I am……like a………dating coach……..



Hey can I ask you a question? My boyfriend and I………….

Time starts to blend together, one second I close my eyes and the nurse was there, they open and she is gone, close them again……….open and my brother is next to me.

I need a CAT scan, he leaves. I am told that this radioactive IV is going to get pumped into me so they can see things clearer. I am then told I also need to get the radioactive solution in my intestines so they can see if it is my appendix.

How do you get it in there?

Then my worse fear comes true…….

A radioactive enema…….

Worst thing I have ever been through, afterwards as I am being wheeled back to my room, my whole body killing me, ass is sore, I feel like I had been raped by the HULK.

Twenty minutes later the doctor tells me they are preparing for surgery, my appendix has to come out.

What if I would have waited till I was back in LA like I wanted?

You would have died.

After surgery I wake up and ask how it went, she says the doctor will tell me tomorrow.

What, why not now?

You won’t remember

BULLSHIT I WILL! (that’s all I remember from my time in the recovery room)

Wake up in the hospital, and the rest of the day is a blur.

That night a SUPER HOT nurse comes in and tells me she has to check my bandages. A week ago she wouldn’t have known what was in store for her, now I am laying there barely able to move. She pulls up my gown and looks all around my package and checks the bandages. She asks if I have used the restroom yet.


Well when you do let me know.

A few hours later I get the strength to get up and make it to the bathroom, after puking the water and broth up that I “ate” I have the urge to go. Ten minutes later a drop comes out, for the next five minutes I squeeze some more out. I finally finish pissing into this plastic container, make it back to bed and hit the “call nurse” button.

My hot nurse comes in and asks if I am OK

I urinated

Good for you!

She measures it and says it was a good amount and to keep it up!

Oh how things have changed in a week…..

originally posted July 23, 2008 comments copied over