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Almost Died To Get A Date

By Rob Judge

Today’s article was conceived in its totality a split second before I was nearly annihilated.

At 6:23pm, on Saturday, my business partner Zack and I were sitting outside at a sidewalk café. We were enjoying the fading sunlight of an usually balmy spring day.

After we squared away the check, we stood up and started strolling down a quiet side street in the West Village. When we were a few paces from the café, Zack pointed out a girl across the street.

Hey man,” Zack said in a familiar tone, nudging me, “There’s your next girlfriend. Go meet her.

I laughed, but parried the challenge. “Nah,” I said, “I’m stuffed from dinner. I’ll meet my next girlfriend tonigh—

Before I could finish the excuse, a loud tire screech sounded behind us—the unmistakable sound of a car losing control.

Almost Died To Get A Date

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I whipped around to find a yellow van cab racing toward us. Before the reality of this even registered, the van popped over the curb and smashed head-on into a store front not 3 feet from us. The impact was that of an enraged battering ram, the van had been moving with such speed that the back wheels actually lifted off the ground.

Paralyzed, I just stared.

One second the van was driving, now it was lodged into a wall. Its crumbled hood looking like a severed human face with the nose freshly lopped off. But instead of blood, the van gushed gasoline.

Looking down I saw the deadly black liquid pooling around my boots. The van’s door whooshed open, someone inside screaming, “It’s leaking gas! RUN!”

The passengers scattered in all directions. Zack grabbed me by the hood of my sweatshirt, “Come on, man! Let’s get the hell out of here!

Yeah,” I said, craning my neck, trying to make sense of what just happened. “Let’s go.

We darted up the block, not a word spoken between us.

At the corner, a man cradling a baby stared at us, his mouth hanging open. “You two,” he whispered, rocking the baby, “Someone’s watching out for you two. You’re lucky to be alive. Damn lucky.

It was then that the gravity of what had just happened washed over me. My brain was like a jammed movie projector, playing the scene over and over in the theater of my memory.

All the cliché if’s surfaced: If we’d been walking a pace slower, if we’d stopped for half a second.

Then, because the moment was inextricably tied to the scene, I thought of my interrupted excuse right before the screech. “I’ll meet my next girlfriend tonigh—”. Another tonight almost didn’t exist.


Here we go again, I can hear you sigh, another boring anecdote about a near-death experience that made someone realize the importance of living life to the fullest. You’re only half right.

While yes, nearly having my body crushed between the grill of a New York cab and a concrete store front made me appreciate the beauty of life, I’d rather focus on that interrupted moment before impact, the “I’ll meet my next girlfriend tonigh—” moment.

As anyone who’s applied dating advice to (actually) meeting women knows, the only real helpful information is that which gets you to change your bad mindsets.

Because as we all know your mindsets dictate how you think which dictates how you feel which dictates how you behave which dictates how attractive you are. Therefore, I’m relaying my nerve-wrecking anecdote because I want shift one itty, bitty little distinction in your mind: the difference between living hope versus living reality.

Had I died last weekend, do you think I would’ve gone to my grave content I’d done everything I’ve set out to do? Hell no! There are so many more girls I want to meet, projects I want to finish, places I want to see, and things (and people) I want to do.

How, then, will I be content when it is time for me to die and the out-of-control taxi doesn’t miss by a few feet?

Answer? By choosing to live my life in reality, not hope.

I devoted an entire chapter to “hope versus realty” in our book, but this weekend reinforced it.

To live in hope is to wake up with the perpetual belief that “things are going to get better.” Living in hope feels nice because you feel as if you’re taking the active steps to improve your life.

You read the self-help books, you join the mastermind group or message board, you watch the seminars and absorb the knowledge. You’re convinced that you’re not just another loser—you’re making progress!

But I call bullshit—you’re not making progress, you’re just wallowing in hope. If you aren’t actually making tangible gains toward your goals each day, you’re just another disillusioned information-addict sucking the tit of hope.

You’re never going to be truly happy, truly successful, or truly alive. And the moment before you die, you’ll realize you were never alive to begin with.

So, then, what’s the alternative?

Answer? Reality.

You must make a promise to yourself to live in reality each day. That is the key if you want to truly live your life. Reality can be harsh. It can be embarrassing, it be uncomfortable—living in reality means living at the mercy of rejection, of failure, of messing up.

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Living in reality means putting what you learned to the test, finding out if those “feel good” emotions you got learning it are actually legitimate, or just more mental masturbation with no practical application.

That’s all I need to explain about living in reality—either you get it or you don’t. And if you don’t get it, it’s not my failure as writer to define it—it’s your failure as a living human to accept it.

You were given your life as a gift. It is nicely packaged in a fancy plastic wrapping called “hope.” It’s your decision whether or not you’re going to open that fancy wrapping and use your life. Or are you just going admire it from a distance?

Hope or reality?

That’s your choice to make; however, you may not realize you made the wrong choice until a split second before you’re annihilated—or almost annihilated.

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Are You Man Enough? | Why Women Test Men | Shit Test & How to Get Around Them

If you have not heard of the Shit Test (AKA ‘Congruence Test’) it means when women test their partners by saying something irrelevant or antagonistic, to see how a man handles adversity, or ‘see what you’re made of’. Example: “Are you gay?” or “Do I look fat in this dress?” If the man becomes embarrassed or defense, he fails the test.

There is no scientific definition for “shit test”, but it’s generally defined as follows: the test a woman gives a man in the early stages of dating, usually through curious and sly questions or comments. A shit tests outcome will somehow determine whether she’ll give you a chance or not.

Check out this page to know more about women’s tests

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Shit Tests

Here are some example and their categories (they vary in shittiness)

A) Some deal with your courtship rituals, like “I can’t talk with a man until he buys me a drink”
B) Some deal with her sex appeal, like “that barwoman is so hot? Don’t you think?”
C) Some deal with your dating habits, like “so you’re quite the player, aren’t you?”
D) Some deal with your intellectual prowess, like she’ll tell a joke (it could be unintelligble) and say, “You’re a little slow, aren’t you?”

Women do this, sometimes consciously, sometimes not. It means they’re interested. They’re stimulated-or want to be. It means we’re setting up sexual tension. Women want to dance, rather than just sit around bored, twittling our thumbs, waiting for some cuter guy to come along. But it also means we’re setting up a protective layer-because you might just be the one to make us happy, and hence hurt us.

The shit test is often interpreted as a test a woman gives to see if he is worthy of her; it’s her way of weeding out the pussies from the men. She’s so great and perfect, she has the pick of the litter, so she has the luxury of choosing the smartest, the best, fittest. That’s only half the story. Here’s the other (female) half: the shit test doesn’t only test your confidence, it is designed to raise hers!

Even the smart and beautiful woman has many insecurities. (Is he only after my body? Will he still like me without make-up and when I have morning breath? Will he continue to pursue me when I start needing or pursuing him?). She knows she’s the prettiest girl at the party, but she also knows she’s a little girl seeking love. So she sets up small pitfalls, knowing that some ditches are in store when you get past the first drink and actually get to know each other.

The questions/comments are designed to (referring to the earlier examples, respectively)

A) Get what is due her as a desirable lady being courted by a man
B) Confirm your attraction to her above others
C) Differentiate you from the jerks
D) Know that you’ll seek to understand her and be a better man for her

But the desirable woman doesn’t want to broadcast her insecurities, so she hides them through wit and challenge. The man must show he’s not fazed by or even cognizant of her insecurities, so he should respond with wit and challenge in kind, while also boosting her up. Some PUA’s advise the man to ignore the shit test (by changing the subject)-and that’s good advice if you only want to get into her pants. But if you actually want to date her, you should step up and use the shit test as an opportunity to prove that you can handle her-when she’s up on that pedestal as a goddess, and when she’s a plain woman taking a poop on a different kind of pedestal.

Here are some examples of answers to the sample questions above. (If the chemistry’s right, your intuition should guide you.)

A) I was about to get you a drink, but I didn’t want you to think I wanted to get you drunk
B) She’s okay (then look at her like with desire), but you’re the hottest girl here (watch her blush)
C) Of course I’m a player, just looking for the right woman to reform me (wink)
D) What can I say, I’m no match for your wit, but I can drive a pretty fast Ferrari, can you?

Ultimately, the shit test is not only testing yours, but hers. And when the shit hits the fan, she wants to know that you can laugh about it together. Because, ultimately, she’s human too

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