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Guys!...Meeting Women Demystified

For many (straight) men, one of the major challenges that comes up high on the list repeatedly when it comes to meeting women is gathering up the courage to actually approach them and start conversations with them.

Indeed, the issue is nothing short of pandemic worldwide, attested to by the ever-increasing number of cheesy “ pick-up artist” ("PUA") so-called "training" courses available out there. 

To say I take a dim view of them is an understatement.

But wait a minute.  What if a particular guy is not at all interested in becoming one of these “pickup artists”? 

What if he’s a normal  guy who’d simply like to have a great girlfriend, and perhaps, maybe, even a terrific wife someday?

The truth is that,  if you’re that guy, you’re still going to have to actually meet the woman of your dreams before you can build a relationship with her, right? And, if you are, like many men today, useless at this type of peculiar social skill of flirting and all that jazz, what do you do? It's not as if this stuff is taught, is it? 

Given the obvious truth of that statement, it’s remarkable that there has never been a comprehensive plan on how to meet high quality women in particular, start conversations with them and make plans to see them again.

Until now...

Enter Scot McKay.

"Who's he?", I hear you ask. 

Well, not only is Scot one of the world’s most respected and well-known dating coaches (yes, they exist), he happens to be married to a great woman, fellow dating coach Emily McKay.  Scot calls her his “proof of concept”.

So what’s a married dating coach have to teach you about meeting women and starting conversations with them?

It’s really very simple.  Scot met a whole lot of women and built a wildly successful dating life, enjoying the process immensely before ultimately meeting Emily and building a great life with her.

And when you get around to it, isn’t that what just about every guy really wants?

When you think about it, that makes Scot the quintessentially perfect guy to teach the kind of mission-critical skills covered in his latest program, which he quite appropriately calls "The Man's Approach"

Scot’s program is the one “regular” guys all over the world have been waiting for all along. 

Not only does Scot cut through all the misogynistic and cheesy Jedi mind  “tricks” and “tactics” to give you what he calls a “character-based” approach to, well…approaching, he focuses on helping guys like you meet only the world’s finest women.  We’re talking about the one’s with the whole package….the ones with true “long-term potential” .

So if Scot’s the right guy to teach this stuff, then you might be asking, “What took him so long?”.

Well, ask Scot himself, and he’ll readily admit that it was only after the men that he advises persistently badgered him to produce a program like The Man's Approach, that the light bulb went on.

Although there are literally DOZENS of “pickup” courses out there, every single guy who simply wasn’t interested in being a "Player" had no real, solid resource to turn to.

This is the resulting “magnum opus” after months and months of hard work by Scot and his team.  I have to tell you, it’s one action-packed program that's contains  zero "fluff", as I have utilised his mentoring that is within Scot's work myself in becoming a better man, and improving my relationships with everyone, not just my relationships with women.. Considering the track record Scot brings to the table, I'd say we indeed have exactly the right man for the job teaching this stuff…finally!

Here you go, see for yourself:

TheMansApproach.com

Do I get any recompense for recommending Scot & Emily's work?

Yes I do. I recommend it as I utilise his mentoring programs and have gained great benefit from  doing so. If I make a few dollars endorsing a service or product I like, then it helps ease the bills too.

The Scarlet Dust Master

When this Sebo clean machine arrived I took it out of the box and clipped the cleaner head and hose together in a trice without fuss, head-scratching, or having to look at the slim manual. I then put in the fresh bag that was included, again withoutneeding to consult any instructions.




Slipping the cleaner head into its vertical clip at the base, I filled out the warranty card and sat down with a cup of freshly made filter coffee, marvelling at the bright, shiny red glory of it as Charlotte Green crisply intoned the 11 o'clock bulletin on BBC  Radio 4.
After a quick flip through the manual, which wasn't really needed, I finished the coffee and plugged it in after fully pulling out the self-rewinding cable. 
Poised over it, I gripped the comfortable curved handle at the top of the tube. 

"The tube's rather short", I thought, but smiled upon discovering a thumb button on the tube that makes a telescopic chromed steel inner smoothly glide out which stops at whatever length you want it to suit your height - nice. 

I stepped on the combined power dial and foot switch: "whoo-OSSHHH...", it said, like a miniature turbine. So I hoovered away, grinning to myself at how clean the carpet was becoming with every pass, and found the cleaning head can be 'steered' on a turn of your wrist. 

I must have hoovered the lounge (24'x 18') in as much time as it takes to boil an egg, though what impressed me, oddly, was that many cylinder cleaners have this annoying design that means it's like being in a hot air backwash like a very small jet. Not this one. The K-1 'Airbelt' is so-called, because the exhaust is pushed out around 'its waist', not via a traditional straight vent. 

Around the K-1's waist is a firm, yet yielding bumper, rather like the one around a dodge 'em car, which is what the K-1 resembles. What's ingenious though is the bumper diffuses the exhaust while protecting your furniture from knocks as you glide it about. 

The bags are also a design marvel, each bag has simple, clear fitting instructions, though you don't really need them. It takes less than ten seconds to work out how they slot in, and only go in one way besides. A neat design touch is the box of eight bags comes with a set of matching small "lids" that plug the hole in the bag when it comes to putting it in the trash, thus sealing in dust in and preventing it going everywhere outside. Replace the air filter with every 16th bag change. 

Finally, I also own a Bosch Pro Power 2400W cylinder, with a power dial like the K-1. It's close, but no cigar, as the hot exhaust blows out the top. Both are well made in Germany, although the Bosch is 300W more powerful, making it stick to the carpet. The K-1 and Pro Power clean as well as each other, though the Bosch is noiser. 

The clincher is Sebo offer a 5 year warranty with their units, additional optional turbo heads and the K-1 weighs 5.5KG, while the Bosch is 8KG.

Oh, and the K-1 is cute, quieter, scarlet, and shiny.

Atlantic Broadcloth Cyanide Blue

Calgary Downtown Parkade, Alberta, Canada. It was nudging eleven thirty on a mid-July morning. I was tired, sweating and full of no coffee. The sky ached a broadcloth azure, congealing into a firmer shade as it adjoined a crowded horizon. The arrogant sun screamed like Hell and was enjoying it.


Occasionally a forsaken blur of cloud was daubed on this canvas, just for appearances. 




The impassive, thirsty air hung lifelessly like a movie-house fire-curtain. It had the smell of new asphalt from a couple of blocks away. When it did see fit to take a shallow, resigned breath, it was dusty and parched: you could taste the red-yellow prairie grit in your mouth.


The atomic brilliance made the concrete road look bleached. The concrete made the cloud look bled-out. The heat was comfortable enough, at over 28 degrees C. I had to get myself protection, or my retinas would be nicely broiled within the month. 


The wrap around goggle shades made me look like a bug, though it was better than a permanent Eastwood squint.I turned the colour of a light hardwood during my first week in this high and dry cowtown without trying.

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On way to a Party - bumped into new student chums.

Just archiving a photograph really.