When Was The Last Time You Fucked Up?

When Was The Last Time I Fucked Up?

Couple of months ago, I was chilling at a Semi-VIP club in Frankfurt called velvet. I spotted two hotties sitting on a couch chatting. I decided to go talk to them, I already had a girl with me so I wasn’t really interested, I was just bored and thought to myself: “why the fuck not?”

I Introduced myself and continued asking the girls for their names, they responded and added that they both have boyfriends and that their boyfriends are looking at me.

I turned around to find a bunch of guys staring at me from across the room, they seemed very hostile. I turned back to the girls and said ” if they come here, just tell them I am gay” and proceeded talking like nothing happened. – her facial expression, Priceless.

Long story short, I almost started a big fight that would have surely got us kicked out of the venue.

For me, that was one hilarious night. for the general, #I-Fucked-Up.

On 2015 new year eve, I slept with three different girls in the span of 8 hours.

See the difference?

You can’t go around telling people your success stories and all the epic things that happen to you, you will come off as a try hard and insecure. plus no one likes a bragger. If you lead a kick-ass life people will hate on you because you make them feel way less than you, no one likes that.

But, everyone likes to hear the #I-Fucked-Up stories, they make a solid storytelling material.

Why?

Because they are entertaining, they communicate that you are a real down to earth human and not some fictional character and because they teach everybody a lesson.

Noticed the difference in length between the two stories I told?

When you fuck up, you remember all of the details in the story, how it started, progressed and ended. But when you tell a story like your last one-day hat-trick, you just some it up in a short sentence, you just mention the achievement.

My point here is, you won’t really learn much from your success, but your failures, oh they teach you a lot!

My one-day hat-trick did not teach me anything, I learned the lessons in my past fuck-ups so I had enough knowledge to apply it and make things work.

I wouldn’t be able to pull girls, I wouldn’t be able to start-up successful companies and I would not be able to achieve anything remarkable IF I DID NOT FUCK UP TRYING TO ACHIEVE IT A 100 TIMES BEFORE.

I <3 All my Past Failures.

I look forward to my next ones.

Never be afraid to fuck-up. why are you so uptight about it?

Take it on a humorous level – take this whole life on a humorous level! – and it will gain you a laugh, a lesson and a good material to tell your friends.

Do you know that feeling before telling a really funny joke?

That is exactly how I feel before approaching women. – and before I do anything risky.

You are afraid of approaching  girls due to the bad things that might happen?

like what?

She freaks out, calls you a fucking loser and throughs a drink to your face?

Holy shit man that was hilarious!

kudos for having the balls and well to action man!

See, turn everything you do to a light fun experiment, and there will be no limits to what you can do!

-jeez, don’t go killing people as a fun experience!

In every approach, I cross my fingers for a rejection. Handling Rejection is awesome, it is what sets you apart from 99% of men around the world.

Create a love for rejection, for fuck-ups and for discomfort.

So, When was your last #I-Fucked-Up moment?