An Invitation of Opportunity

I opened the letter slowly wondering what the answer would be.

Would I be accepted?

Or would I have gotten the dreaded “Unfortunately at this time…” start to the letter that would tell me the answer before I read any further.

The letter was regarding a paid internship with a certain political party. I won’t say which one it was in particular, but let’s just say it wasn’t the one where they like to throw freebies at the American public in exchange for higher taxes and less freedom.

The pay was crap of course, but the networking would be phenomenal and it would be a great resume booster.

At the time (in college), I was scraping by and money was most certainly a very real issue to me, however this was a golden opportunity.

In the meantime I had put out resumes to different menial jobs looking for whoever would pay me the most per hour.

I found one. A certain large hotel chain offered me a job doing security for x amount of dollars per hour. $12 to be exact.

The prestigious internship was $10 per hour.

When I applied for the internship I figured I wouldn’t get it.

I was attending a Big 10 University, but it wasn’t an Ivy League. The other candidates were much more qualified (I told myself) and there was no way they would pick me.

I didn’t have the pedigree.

I didn’t have the family connections.

I didn’t have the ‘juice’ to get in.

Or so I thought.

I had a strong letter of recommendation and my grades were good, plus my personal essay was solid, so I took the plunge anyway.

Now, here’s the deal: I turned it down.

I declined the invaluable internship over $2 an hour.

Think about that for a moment. $2 an hour dictated me taking a job that would mean jack-shit years later over a job that could have opened doors to a degree I may never know.

Is that a regret of mine?

Not in particular, because certain events happened with the other job that opened up my life in other ways, however, taking the internship for a mere $2 an hour less would have been the smarter move.

It’s futile to live life with ‘what if’s’, but what I did take from it is one very important lesson:

Even though I doubted MYSELF, I applied anyway.

Even though I thought I wasn’t qualified or connected enough, I seized the day and went for it.

And I got it.

I was offered the internship.

That lesson alone when I was barely 21 years old has served me well in my life.

When in doubt, go for it anyway. Take calculated risks and jump.

Sometimes opportunity is right in front of your face, but yet it’s still hard to just do it, but why doubt yourself?

Why tell yourself ‘no’? Let others tell you ‘no’, but don’t be the one to do it.

As of right now I have 265 (and counting) applicants to Baron Society for only 12 slots.  Here’s a screenshot below from my app account:

BaronAppsStatsSome will get turned away. Some will get picked. But regardless of the outcome, there are men who have taken a chance and put themselves out there because they recognize an opportunity.


The application is open until December 1st to be a part of something great, but I’m processing applicants first come-first served.

With 265 and counting applicants does that mean you should say:

“Well, fuckit there’s no way I’m getting into Baron. The numbers are against me”, or, should you take a leap of faith?

Don’t decide for me and tell yourself you won’t get in.

I know what I’m looking for.

I know the pieces of the puzzle that once complete will become one of the most powerful men’s private societies in the world. You think I’m joking? I’m not.

Opportunity is knocking. Don’t sell yourself short. Don’t tell yourself ‘no’, because you might just be what I’m looking for.

I’ll have a new post tomorrow morning (Mon) for you gents and here’s to a great week for you all.

Apply here.


One Reply to “An Invitation of Opportunity”

  1. I can relate to this story.

    During my application for university the link to apply for scholarships was conveniently placed in the online form.

    I definitely wasn’t a ‘good student’ by any means. My interest in academia was too weak to produce anything beyond average grades, and I was too rebellious to be apart of any school based extracurricular activities.

    The instructions to apply for scholarships seemed easy enough. The applicant could simply edit, copy, and paste their university application essay.

    I took the leap of faith and sent in the scholarship request as a joke (growing up I thought one had to be an excellent student and upstanding citizen type to get a scholarship). Next quarter I was endowed.

    The lady responsible for issuing scholarships later told me that there’s literally money sitting on the table. People know there’s an opportunity but don’t think they can make it happen, so only a tiny amount of people shoot for scholarships.

    The lesson in my scholarship story also benefited me in game. Many ‘bitch face’ hoes turned out to be the nicest girls I approached and were dying to be dominated.

    Sometimes, game literature can distort how much value a guy needs in order to swoop fly bitches. I pulled my very first 9 during the worst financial period of my life.

    You never know for certain when you’re on the outside looking in.


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