Dear Speed Seduction(R) Student,This video blog post is about the important distinction between being clever and crafty in the use of your language and being sneaky in your seduction intent.

Dear Speed Seduction(R) Student,

Sometimes the truth comes to us in odd forms and odd ways, delivered by some very bent messengers.

Case in point this hilarious video; this woman is clearly crazed, but she is also speaking truth.

Enjoy, and let me know if you think YOU have “Penis Power” as she describes it.

Peace and piece,

RJ

Dear Speed Seduction Student(R)

I am truly starting to hate Vacaville, CA.

No-I take that back. Vacaville is not bad enough to hate. Hot. Boring. Air heavy with the smoke of nearby fires.

But Vacaville I can only dislike.

It is SAAB I am starting to hate.

To fix the broken air conditioning compressor and all the attendant damage will cost around $2500.

Now, SAABS are lots of fun. Move like the wind. Handle like you wouldn’t believe.

But they are VERY high maintenence. Costly. Expensive to maintain. Incredibly expensive to repair.

I really have to ask myself, “Is all the fun and high performance worth the bother?”. And right now, I truly don’t know.

Now, what in the world does this have to do with YOU being more successful with women?

Just this: do YOU know what YOU are looking for when it comes to the emotional and psychological characteristics of the woman/women you want to be with?

Are you willing to put up with a fast-moving, slick model that is constantly having “emotional” breakdowns and in need of high maintainence like my SAAB?

And what kind of characteristics will YOU have to display and take on, in order to match those of the woman/women who have the characteristics you desire?

One thing I’ve said many times, and it is a paradox: the more selective a man is, the greater selection he has.

You see, not only will screening women for the right psychological characteristics insure that you are much happier. But screening women makes you much more appealing and keeps YOU in the “drivers seat”.

Unlike me, who is still stuck in this flea-bag, smoke-infested, inferno called Vacaville.

Peace and piece,

RJ

Dear Speed Seduction (R) Student,

There isn’t a whole hell of a lot to do in Vacaville, CA. I know, because this is where I’m spending the last days of the 4th of July weekend.

Here is the scoop: this weekend I thought I’d get the hell out of Marina del Rey and take a long drive to visit some friends up in northern California. And also, because the Marina is swamped with 50,000 tourists who destroy my neighborhood as they party, litter, and defecate all over the place while watching our award winning(and tax dollar burning) fireworks show.

But also because I wanted to have plenty of time to think about my beloved father, Irv, who died a little over 2 weeks ago. Somehow driving through Interstate 5, which is mostly desert, helps me think-there really is not much to see on that journey.

Losing my Dad is a very big deal, you see, and I wanted to think about what his life meant, what he contributed to me that lives on, what passed on with him etc. etc.

But headed back to LA, my lovely SAAB blew a radiator hose on I-80, and I slid off the freeway to a lonely road that quite literally was in the middle of nowhere; it might as well have been the intersection of Bumfuck and TwilightZone.

Now, I should say the folks here in Vacaville are very friendly to stranded Seduction Gurus by the side of the road-in the 45 minutes I waited for the tow-truck, 4 different cars stopped to offer assistance. The last one was a van occupied by a woman and her teen-age daughter who insisted on waiting with me until Triple A arrived.

It seems, you see, that I was right near a state park that is frequented by mountain lions. Just what I need; to be eaten by a big pussy on the outskirts of Vacaville, CA.

But you know what?

Vacaville isn’t that bad. Sure, there is virtually nothing to do here compared to the excitement and endless stimulation of LA. And there certainly isn’t the parade of gorgeous women you see in Los Angeles either

But the folks here are just the same as the folks anywhere in the world. They have hopes and dreams. Fears and expectations. And I’m sure the guys here are as wanting to attract and enjoy hot women(if there were any) as guys are wanting to attract and enjoy hot women all over the world.

And they are probably, percentage-wise, almost equally clueless and in desperate need of my help. If they knew what even my most newbie students knew about how to meet and attract hot women, they’d be cleaning up with all the hotties in town…er…well, they’d be cleaning up with what passes for hot in Vacaville instead of relying on whatever dumb pick up lines or dating tips they’ve been using.

So what am I going to do here in Vacaville until the repair shop opens tomorrow morning? I’m going to do what I set out to do.

I’m going to think a lot about my father and his life. If I see any hot women worthy of it, I’ll practice my sarging skills(hey, nothing wrong with a little c*nt-teasing now and again).

And if any of my students are in the Sacramento/SF/Oakland area and you want to meet up with me, tonight, Sunday, July 6, I’ll be in the lobby of the Hampton Inn right off of I-80 and we’ll hold a meet and greet.

And raise a glass to the memory of my Dad, who use to take my little brother Steve and I on silly-ass road trips not too different from this one when we were just kids.

Peace and piece, RJ

P.S. Like I said, guys everywhere need help with women; as the tow truck driver was taking me to the hotel, we passed the one open “club” on Main Street in Vacaville, where the guys were standing outside, smoking cigarettes, trying to work up the courage to talk to the girls outside who were smoking cigarettes. If only they had my Gold Walk Up DVD so they could meet women anytime anywhere and never worry about what to say. And yes, goddamn it, that was shameless plugs. Upkeeping Swedish cars(and girlfriends) is expensive as hell.