Dates & Mates w/Damona

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Love Effing Sucks & The Celebrity Dating App

Brett is a self-professed romantic and lover of love who is dedicated to helping the brokenhearted heal. We asked Brett some tough questions about breakups and negative behavior in relationships, as he’s become an expert after years of consoling people through the stickier situations of love.

Simple Self Mastery w/Mike Miller

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lovefuckingsucks mikemiller Simple Self Mastery w/Mike Miller

A self-confessed hopeless romantic, Brett has fallen in love too fast and too hard on multiple occasions. He’s just a LOVER of LOVE. As terrible as Brett is at managing his own love life, he has always been known to give superb relationship advice to others. You can reach out to Brett and connect at lovefuckingsucks.com.

Girl Boner Podcast with Brett

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lovefuckingsucks brett-mcgee-768x634-1-e1597217736628 Girl Boner Podcast with Brett

I loved what Brett McGinn of Love Fucking Sucks shared about authenticity when making flirtatious moves. During our Girl Boner chat last week, the self-proclaimed hopeless romantic who “sucks at love” in his own life but rather rocks at helping others with theirs (he’s a pro!) said

Brett McGinn a Hopeless Romantic

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Do you think you’re one grand gesture away from winning over someone that just wants to be friends with you? You’re not. Do you envision Us by Regina Spektor echoing through the canyons when you kiss your crush for the first time? The rest of the world hears silence. Are you a LOVER of LOVE? You shouldn’t be.

My name is Brett McGinn and I’m a hopeless romantic. I’ve been dealing with this condition for as long as I can remember. When other people think practically about their potential romantic relationships, I think anything but logically. I mostly blame my addiction to rom coms, She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals (AKA the best song of all time) and the idealization (or lack thereof) that my dream girl exists and will live up to my absurd expectations. Many hopeless romantics like myself are perfectionists. We grew up believing that we can get whatever we want in life if we work hard enough for it. This belief is pure bullshit. And realizing that some things are out of our control is the hardest, jagged little pill to swallow. Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?

I fell the hardest yet for a girl that I never had a romantic relationship with. We were best friends for about two years, but fuck did I want so much more. People like me overanalyze everything. When someone says “we’re kindred spirits” and “if someone held a gun to my head and said I had to marry one guy, it would be you because I know you’d make the best husband and the best dad,” we take that shit way too literally. While things said at any given time may be true, sometimes the truth changes. And we must learn to accept that. Enough pussy farting around. Let me give you the full story.

I moved to Los Angeles in 2012. While I absolutely loved West Coast life, shortly after moving, I fell very hard for a girl that was still attending my alma meter Ohio University. I guess what they say is true, Ohio really is for Lovers </3. I hung out with this girl a few times in college, but our relationship really began after I sent a clever tweet her way. Next thing you know, we were virtually inseparable – literally. Hour long phone calls (yeah not texts, phone calls. Ain’t that shit cray?), facetimes and skypes, care packages every now and then. I’m not a fan of long distance relationships. I can’t even imagine leaving my home in Silverlake to date a westside girl. But I had never connected with someone this well. We continued to peak each other’s interest for the better part of a year and a half.

She had always talked about moving to La La Land, as she was another entertainment business enthusiast. I always thought my life would finally be complete when she boarded that one-way flight. Little did I know, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Long story short, when she moved to LA, we had a bad falling out and she eventually ended up dating one of my former colleagues. There was nothing wrong with her; it was all me. She never could have lived up to what I wanted her to mean to me. You see, sometimes hopeless romantics become delusional and think someone will give their life meaning. What we don’t realize is that we must live a meaningful life on our own before we can expect someone else to love us. I now know this. Going through this process was one of the greatest learning experiences of my life. If you spend too much time mapping out the future, you lose touch with the present. One of my favorite things is how unpredictable life is. I don’t speak to this girl at all anymore, but if I could, I would thank her. I would thank her for teaching me so much about love and for not giving me a chance, because I didn’t deserve one.

R.I.P Brangelina

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lovefuckingsucks Brad_Ang-09 R.I.P Brangelina

Like a life-threatening disease, love doesn’t discriminate. Yes, even Hollywood’s most notorious power couple, Brangelina, can fall out of love. The way society criminalizes divorcees is horseshit. In a weird fucked up way, divorce should actually be the norm. If you wake up excited about a significant other for several years on end or until “death do you part,” that’s a miracle. And if your relationship is anything less than miraculous, then why wouldn’t you end it?

R.I.P. Brangelina

Does Love Really Fucking Suck?

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lovefuckingsucks doeslovereallyfuckingsuck-e1597206506927 Does Love Really Fucking Suck?

Many people ask me why my business is called Love Fucking Sucks. When I tell them that I’m a hopeless romantic and I love the irony of the name, they almost always follow up with the question: does love really fucking suck? Today I’d like to answer that question once and for all. Simply put, the answer is yes, love does really fucking suck…at times. The thing that fascinates me most about love is that, depending where you’re at in a relationship, it can make you happy as fuck and on cloud nine or it can make you batshit crazy and severely depressed. The way our emotions control our actions and thoughts is truly mind blowing. Personally, I tend to lose my ability to think logically when I’m in love. This sometimes causes me to experience love fucking sucking first hand. At the end of the day, if love never sucked, we’d never get to experience the euphoria that we can only feel when being in love. So if love fucking sucks in your life currently, hang in there. A wise man named Nelly once said it best: it’s always the darkest right before the sun rises! 😉

Fuck Self-Deprecation

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I am a self-professed master self-deprecator. As empathetic as I am, I have always been extremely hard on myself. I mainly blame society (I am, after all, a product of my environment), my desire to achieve unattainable perfection and a constant fear of failure. I’ve been thinking about it extensively lately and…fuck self-deprecation!

While contentment is scary shit, sometimes we have to credit ourselves for our victories. In all actuality, life has its ups and downs, but I love it anyway. The fact that we’re even alive is a fucking miracle (1 in 10 to the 2,685,000th power to be exact.) Why not cherish every moment we get to spend on earth? Being a self-deprecating dickweed makes it damn near impossible to love yourself. And I whole heartedly believe that we can’t expect anyone else to love us if we can’t love ourselves.

Instead of worrying about what I did in the unchangeable past or what idiotic move I might make in the unpredictable future, I’m going to live in the fucking moment. Doing so will make it possible to maximize happiness. And we all have way too many reasons to be happy that we take for granted on the reg. Think about the happiest moments of your life. You were totally living in the moment during them! Hell, my fondest memories are attending concerts, skateboarding (the feeling I get when landing a new trick is particularly orgasmic) and running marathons. They weren’t spent self-loathing while I tearfully watched celebrities live the life I desire on TMZ.

A wise man named Abe Lincoln once said, “Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.” That bastard was definitely onto something. Happiness is a mindset that we’re all capable of achieving. Life is all about perspective and we ultimately create our own destiny. So from now on, fuck self-deprecation.  I love myself and I’m going to do whatever it takes to constantly remember that.

(P.S. I re-read this article meticulously 37 times before feeling confident enough to post it. This is obviously a work in progress, but at least I am self-aware and determined to improve.) #fuckthehaters

I Found Love in a Hopeless Place

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While most men my age seek prostitutes and cocaine when visiting Colombia (go watch another episode of Narcos bros), my quest was for something much more. I started my trip with a three-day life-changing ayahuasca retreat (to be discussed in a later blog entry). While I was doing this, two of my friends were motorcycling across Bolivia. We were going to meetup in Bogata the week of Thanksgiving and my intentions were to travel throughout Colombia and have nothin’ but a good time. But then the unthinkable happened: I fell in love with a girl…that lives in another country…typical. 🙄

The ayahuasca retreat was in Timbuktu (not really, but it was in the middle of nowhere). One night after completing a 10 hour ceremony, I fired up the ole tinder app and started swiping away. Colombian girls are extremely sexy, so I swiped with more enthusiasm than I ever have in the US, but I wasn’t expecting much more than a night of mild entertainment. Then it happened: I came across one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my 28 years. I gladly gave her a blue star super swipe and crossed my fingers. Low and behold, she fucking swiped right on me!

Her name is Yesi! 😍 We made plans to go on a date in Rona G (the West Hollywood of Bogota). Over a couple drinks each and a couple entrees (totaling $24 – have I mentioned how much I love Colombia?), we really got to know each other. We talked about how many kids we want (her zero, me one…), where we ultimately want to live (her Australia, me LA or potentially Australia 😳), the last time we were in love (both three or more years). After our night together, I concluded that not only was she gorgeous, but more importantly, she was one of the sweetest, most sincere and empathetic people I’ve ever met. Something about English being a girl’s second language has always turned me on. And watching Yesi speak her native tongue of Espanol makes me weak in the knees. I knew that I had to see her again.

We WhatsApp’ed on and off for a week. At the end of my trip, I had one night in Bogota before heading back to Los Angeles. We planned one more night together. I gave Yesi full creative control and it started with us going to a trendy restaurant. She took me to a dance club afterward. Immediately upon entering the club, I had cold sweats. I am easily the worst dancer currently living. I have no rhythm, and unless I’m dancing by myself like a complete idiot to Sheryl Crow, I absolutely hate dancing. I love kissing and cuddling (I make one hell of a big spoon), but fuck dancing. She somehow convinced me to dance. I don’t want to go too far into the details, but imagine if Napoleon Dynamite danced with Beyonce. That’s how fucking pathetic I was. Meanwhile my cold sweats were unbearable. I made some lame excuse to exit the dance floor immediately. The date concluded with us cuddling on a park bench waiting for a cab. We talked about how much I sucked at dancing. It was magical. Everything was great, except the fact that I was too chicken-shit to kiss her.  

Have you ever liked someone so much that you are literally scared to kiss them? You fear that the kiss won’t live up to your unattainable expectations? And before you know it, you’re in another country and you can’t stop thinking about them and how amazing it would be to kiss them? Take a number. 😒

P.S. Yesi did ask me if she was part of a social experiment that I’d be blogging about. I told her no, but when I realized how much I liked her, she was amazing enough to allow me to post this. 😍

Dating after a breakup

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Your relationship recently ended and you think you’re ready to date again. I’ve got one question: where’s the fucking fire?! More often than not, the best thing you can do after a breakup is stay single. Sometimes spending time alone can remind you what makes you happy on a personal level. It also prevents you from unfairly comparing a new love interest to an ex. Trying to fill a void too quickly can be extremely hazardous for your love life. A lot of people could benefit from embracing the “mourning phase.” So go buy a pack of tissues, watch some shitty rom coms and feel sorry for yourself – you’ve earned it!