I get scared when I feel “stuck” in my life. I get scared when I meet a new friend and I’m afraid he won’t like me.
In 2005 I was going to go out of business (again). My biggest investor had lost all his money.
I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 18. I didn’t even have my first hug until I was 18. My parents never hugged or kissed. That’s ok.
“What can I do that would make you happy?” the doctor said. “The only thing is if, right now, you write me a check for a million dollars,” I said.
On June 3, I released “Choose Yourself” and I put on the very first page an offer that has never been put in a book before.
Kissing probably ruined my life. At least for a good 20+ years. I was a late bloomer. Almost 19 for my first kiss. And in the dark, so nobody had to look at me.
The entire kitchen floor of a well-known five star restaurant in NYC was covered by swarming rats. More on that in a second. Every five years all the science textbooks in school have to be thrown out.
I’ve done everything to avoid being lonely. I pretended to be a psychic on Craigslist. I’ve spent ten hours a day on dating sites.
I was scared to death. I thought I was going to cry. Polls say people would rather be dead than speak in public. Seinfeld joked that a guy giving a eulogy would rather be in the coffin.
Six in the morning at the hotel by the elevator and the guy stumbled over to us and said, “My wife just left me for good.” First the guy said, “how you two doing?” I said, Ok.