Third part of an epic trip across Japan by rail with Tynan and friends.

Second part of an epic trip across Japan by rail with Tynan and friends.

Tynan's words mean a lot to me, but I'm distracted by what's about to happen tonight. I try to get a few more words with Tynan, but lunch is soon over.

The afternoon session of the pickup seminar finishes and we prepare to go out. The butterflies in my stomach start building the closer it gets to show time, but I try to keep a composed appearance. We venture out to a cuban restaurant and lounge.

Fortunately, there are as many instructors as students so we each get our own. One of instructors tells me to get the attention of a girl next to me, but I am immediately ignored. However, one of the students immediately jumps right into the middle of a set of three girls. An instructor quickly joins, and I see an opportunity.

In a split second, I jump in as well. We all joke around and I realize I have the attention of the two girls on the left. One is attractive, but the other is not at all. It's a struggle for me to think of some small talk, but I manage. They quiz me of why I have such a eclectic group of friends. I brush it off like there's nothing fishy going on at all.

I'm sitting at happy hour with my coworkers with only half my mind. The other half is overwhelmed with where I am going next, a pickup event by the local Dallas lair. I sit up to excuse myself and confront two social situations at once. A female coworker asks me with intense curiosity of where I am going and why I can't take another male coworker home.

It's one of those "Oh shit" moments. Telling the truth will just open a can of worms, and lying is too easily sniffed out. In a split microsecond, I pull out a pickup technique, Agree and Amplify. I told her it's super top secret. Her face quickly brightens with curiosity, but I hold my frame with a smirk.

My mind wanders to all those years I spent reading, listening, and watching endless volumes of pickup and self help materials. It is a brutal reminder of my status as the ultimate keyboard jockey, but today is going to be different. I am going make this real.

I enter a hotel conference room full of guys in their 20s and early 30s. I sit in the far corner waiting in excitement. I hang on every word with amazement and to my surprise, I hear an announcement for a bootcamp this weekend at a discounted rate. I give myself no choice.

I guess it all started when I realized I was learning far more interesting and useful things outside of school. I somehow managed to get myself into a private torrent network called bitme.org. It was a magical place full of books, audio, and video specifically geared towards helping you achieve any goal. It was my ashram, my holy place.

But there was one problem, it opened up pandora's box. 

I now was hearing that "We can change our lives. We can do, have, and be exactly what we wish." While everyone else was telling me, make good grades, study hard, and get a job.

I had to make a choice. I couldn't live with such a split mind. Do I follow the inspirational frequencies emanating out of my computer or listen to the flesh and bones that care about me so much to have invested their entire lives in me.

For the most part, I'm a pretty lazy guy. It's hard for me to do anything unless I am 100% absolutely captivated by something, but this was pissing me off. Why can't I simply be motivated to do uninteresting things like make money.

So I set off to fix this problem… with drugs.

I started experimenting with bulletproof coffee (bulletproofexec.com). It's a combination of high quality mold-free coffee and grass-fed butter. It sounds disgusting, but it went down quite well.

And I was high!