June 2008 – The Official Blog Of Scot McKay

Ten Days In Mexico [Part Four]

Emily’s uncle Manuel lives in the urban equivalent of the Batcave–or is that “Gruta De Murcielagos“?

Either way, it’s impressive.

All that’s visible from the city street (if Delicias classifies as a “city”) is a simple garage door. Once it opens automatically, you drive down a hallway paved with Mexican tile that’s at least as long as a football field.

At the end is a massive sanctuary with walls on all sides of at least 75 feet high, and naturally lit from above. You feel as if you’ve entered into the domain of some villain from an upcoming James Bond flick.

Finding the “secret entrance” to the home itself, we were met by Emily’s aunt Petra, who had decorated the decidedly unique home traditionally. She fed us well and showed us our room, which was easily the most comfortable and well-equipped guest room either of us had seen since…ever.

None of us remember hitting the pillow that night.

The next morning, daylight revealed swingsets, a trampoline and enough high-end barbecue gear to make Bobby Flay jealous.

So if Manuel had designs on taking over the world as the next Bond villain, at least he was going to do so in a “family friendly” manner.

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Tap That: How Does Alcohol Affect Your Game? [Video]

You hit a bar or club, get a few drinks in you and you’re Superman with the women.

What’s up with that? Better yet, can you “bottle that up” and take a sip elsewhere…like during the day or even online?

It’s been a while…so here’s a video blog to brighten your day. Through the lips, over the gums…look out stomach, here it comes…

So what’s the deal? There’s gotta be some stories to share here. Let ’em rip…

Be Good,

Scot

The Chick Whisperer #21 — Greatness Gets Women

As usual, this episode has been a long time coming. It has been exactly two months since the last show.

What’s more my co-host this time should have been on ages ago.

I’m joined by none other than my good friend Carlos Xuma, the “Alpha Man” himself.

Count on a fluff-free discussion full of ways you can get on the road to attracting higher-quality women RIGHT NOW.

Now Carlos and I think a lot alike. We also both know you’re intelligent and can handle the truth. So that’s exactly what you’re going to hear on this show.

And here’s the deal: Once you hear what he and I throw out on the table in this 42-minute podcast, you’ll likely be empowered to “raise the bar” with women to a level you haven’t even dreamed of yet.

Simply put, we firmly believe that you can become a man who surrounds himself with 100% fantastic women. All that’s left now is for you to believe it also.

Just for good measure, we start off by tackling a voice mail from a guy who wants the low-down on how to develop a quicker wit and thereby increase his ability to banter effectively with women. Prepare for some surprising answers…

So click the pic above and “subscribe” on iTunes to get in on the action. Thanks again as always to you as a TCW listener for supporting the show.

No iTunes? Need the feed instead? It’s here.

This show was also the launching pad for a brand new bonus I’m giving out when you get in on the free newsletter at www.thechickwhisperer.com.

It’s a video collection entitled, “coolness personified” that I compiled. I’ve found over an hour’s worth of video featuring guys who genuinely demonstrate coolness–along with some who decidedly are the opposite.

My goal here was to be different. Everyone is giving out a “special e-report” or “free five minute video”, so I wanted to push the proverbial envelope here.

If you’re already getting the newsletter already, you can still snag it for yourself. All you do is log in with the same e-mail address you are already subscribed with.

Have fun with all this. We aim to please around here.

Be Good,

Scot

P.S. If you enjoy the show, PLEASE leave us a comment on iTunes and/or Digg this post. Mega thanks.

Ten Days In Mexico [Part Three]

In The Middle Of The Mexican 'Outback', Basically

No sooner than I had crossed the intersection I was compelled to slam on the brakes and throw the “Short Bus” into reverse.

Honestly, I had simply proceeded forward from the stop sign normally, as any red-blooded driver would have in a similar situation. Really.

But as it turns out, the Mexican Department Of Transportation (or whatever they call it) has a warped sense of humor.

And no question. Most traffic patterns in Mexico tend to assume that every vehicle that passes through is piloted by a local citizen who knows better by now than to assume anything…like, for example, that the street in front of you is NOT a “one way” street–headed in the OPPOSITE direction.

Well you know what happens when you assume. Some guy from Texas hits town and causes mayhem in the streets.

Sure enough, I was about to have “SEAT” tattooed on my forehead and Emily a “Chevy” symbol tattooed on hers had my reflexes not kicked in.

Who knew? Certainly there weren’t any SIGNS to inform us that what seemed perfectly logical was flat-out ridiculous to suppose.

Fortunately, there was a guy standing on the street corner to whistle at us…after I was already burning rubber in reverse.

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Ten Days In Mexico [Part Two]

From Deep In The Heart Of Texas To Deep In The Heart Of Mexico

Hanging out a mile or two from la frontera (the border) is one thing.

Descending past about 30 miles into the “interior” of Mexico is something else completely. And I’m talking both figuratively and literally.

Yeah, in many ways it feels like the “wild, wild west” once you’re beyond the gringo-rich bordertown atmosphere.

But then there’s la aduana, or “customs” as it’s best translated into English.

Now clearly Mexico would rather you not bring your U.S.-registered vehicle into their precious country. In fact, they apparently have more of a phobia of your car for some reason then the State Of Texas, Farmer’s Insurance and GMAC do combined. Whatever their hang-up, it’s obviously an untold calamity worse than your kick-ass symbol of American gas-guzzling extreme being pilfered under cover of the night (or by banditos during broad daylight?) and whisked off to some “chop shop” never to be recovered.

Then again, what does Farmer’s care? Once you’re past la aduana you’re pretty much on your own as far as they’re concerned. This means that a subtle form of low-grade extortion known as “Mexican Auto Insurance” is a must. The cost? Only roughly 8-10 times the cost of equivalent US insurance for a similar coverage period.

Sooner than later, you realize that’s a bargain. After all, one of the most bizarre fundamentals of Mexican culture is that people just flat-out have distinctively less respect for the value of their own lives than I’ve ever seen in any country in the world.

Emily claims that this has a lot to do with the ubiquitous Catholic Church’s teaching that God will take you when he feels like it, and that there’s not much we humans can do about it when “our time” comes.

I think that explanation carries a certain amount of verisimilitude based on what I’ve seen. Hell, if such a philosophy indeed rules the day then it obviously applies to animals also. Mexicano drivers appear to have a shocking propensity for mowing down any vertebrate (human or otherwise) that crosses their asphalt path without so much as a tap on the brakes.

But back to the story.

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Why Monogamy Isn’t An Option To Most Of The Seduction Community

Here’s a question I received via Facebook that really caught my attention. So much so that I’m sharing the Q&A with you here. By the way, if you’d like to “friend” me on facebook, my profile is here.

While we’re at it, if you’re on Twitter my username is “scotmckay“.

Here we go:

Hey Scot:

I have an honest question for you. Though I’ve ribbed you on forums before about how you always talk about your wife, I think I am very similar to you in that respect. I have a very serious gf who I will soon get engaged to. She is a sweetheart. The PUA sites really push the concept of being poly-amorous. I guess if you’re a 20 year old kid you want to have fun, and we all have our heidonistic fantasies even when in a great relationship. But my question to you is: Do you think it’s wrong for these sites to push this poly-amorous concept?

Let’s be honest here- 99% of the women I have met want a monogamous boyfriend. Sure there are younger women in sororities or other between relationships that want to date around, but overall our society tells women that they want 1 boyfriend /mate. To spread this notion to be polyamorous and that women will respect it- I find it to be stupid and not realistic.

There’s nothing better than a great monogamous relationship. Forgetting even the physical aspect, the emotional connection cannot be matched. And even if my gf isn’t “a 10” in the looks department compared to some supermodel types I see on the street, my gf is a 10 with her devotion, love, and caring and connection we have. Should the community be spreading this type of relationship rather than being playboy PUAs?

I’m a big fan of the Seduction Community and have learned lots from them, but I think this aspect of their philosophy is totally off base. Curious as to your thoughts.

Cheers,

Bradley

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Godspeed, Jim McKay

Today legendary sportscaster Jim McKay passed away at age 86, reportedly from natural causes.

The news caught my attention, especially since all through my childhood I was repeatedly asked if I was related to him, given our identical surnames and common area of residence in the Baltimore, Maryland area.

Perhaps ironically, “McKay” was a stage name. Jim’s actual last name was “McManus”.

But whether he was my namesake or not really is of little consequence. I just always really liked the guy.

Not only was he a pioneer and a true original, he flat-out oozed integrity.

I was too young when the fateful and tragic events of the 1972 Munich Olympic games happened that forever cemented his image as a dedicated professional to the U.S. television audience.

But I do vividly remember becoming a massive fan of ABC’s Wide World Of Sports.

In the pre-ESPN era of the late ’70s, Saturday afternoons from 4-6:30 Eastern Time were when it was time to tune in to channel 13 in Baltimore and hope for either demolition derby, Freddie Spencer vs. Kenny Roberts dragging their knees on the pavement, perky American gymnast girls who were still a few years too old for me, or…if God was truly smiling on us all that day…Evel Knievel jumping stuff.

And Jim McKay was therefore a constant in my memories of becoming a sports fan growing up.

Ironically, today was The Belmont Stakes, and Jim–who was especially fond of horse racing–passed without knowing the outcome. Life isn’t fair. But then again, as David DeAngelo said, if it were you wouldn’t be able to gain an unfair advantage versus other guys by learning how to get better with women.

Not surprisingly, horse racing and the Olympics have always been among my favorite sports events to watch on TV. This is probably not a coincidence.

Kind of like a “Walter Cronkite” of sports, you just felt like you were being told things as they really were when Jim McKay spoke. And somehow, you felt as if he were talking to you personally.

All of the above is well and good.

But what prompted me to write this was having read report after report from his friends, colleagues and contemporaries today who reiterated a common theme: Jim McKay was very much the same guy OFF camera as he was on. And this image of integrity and well-developed social skill translated to his personal life.

He was apparently a strong family man, and consistently maintained strong relationships with his wife, kids and friends throughout his long life–even as he “spanned the globe” to bring the rest of us “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat”.

Moreover, he spent his life doing what he loved and what he did best, as if he were born to do it. His professional legacy was, I’m sure, subject to very little if any personal regret.

Recently I happened upon a sales page for a men’s pickup/seduction product that claimed “a magazine survey” of men on their death beds had uncovered the “shocking truth” that “the #1 regret of men at the end of their lives was that they had not slept with enough women.”

Sorry, but I’d need more evidence than that to back up such a claim.

I can’t bring myself to believe that the “majority” of us guys get to the finish line and think that way. Just like we likely don’t wish we had worked longer hours, spent more money or cheated the IRS more.

At the end of my life, I want to look back and consider myself to have done my part to make the world a better place for as many people as I could…especially those whom I loved most. I also want to look back and realize that I left every ounce of energy I had on the battlefield when is came to accomplishing my purpose in life.

Were there not those in my life whom I deeply love, and were there not a clear mission for me to go after, then I would find reason to suspect that regret was looming when my days were done. But as it stands, I feel more than validated right where I am for the time being.

No wonder I always liked Jim McKay so much.

Be Good,

Scot McKay

Ten Days In Mexico [Part One]

Welcome to the first of a multi-part series chronicling the hijinks, escapades and even life-shaking epiphanies experienced on our recent adventure driving into the heart of Mexico. Fair warning…this series isn’t completely focused on dating and seduction advice, but if you read on you’re sure to find plenty of highly applicable information nonetheless. Most of all, I hope you enjoy this series as a quick break from your busy day and from the serious business of life…Cheers.

After A Fair Share Of Paperwork Hassles, It's Wide-Open Road Ahead

“Quieres whisky?”

The tuxedo-clad Mexican waiter catches me off guard.

“Absolutamente“, I answer solemnly but resolutely.

We’re now at the reception after Emily’s cousin’s wedding that, in the unforgettable words of Yogi Berra, “made this day necessary”.

Actually, it’s what inspired the entire trip.

And since we were already through what we had imagined to be the most brutal part of the journey by the time we made it to Ciudad Juarez anyway, we figured we’d do the “deep dive” and say hola to Emily’s relatives further south.

And believe me, the whisky was sounding really good by the time it was offered up.

You see, the previous thirty hours or so had been something else.

For starters, the drive from San Antonio to El Paso is notorious. Let’s just say that the first thing you see when you hit I-10 in San Antonio is a sign that says “El Paso — 538”.

When I say there is nothing in between that sign and the one that says “Welcome To El Paso, Home Of Some Pretty Good Carnitas Tacos”, I’m including the town of Fort Stockton, TX.

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