How to Be an Interesting Man Pt. 2
How These 10 Vitality-Packed Pursuits Turn Any Basic Man Into a Modern-Day James Bond (1-in-Billion Rarity)
Depth, Danger, and the Death of Average
If you’re not known for something, you’re known for nothing. That’s how this world works now.
Everyone’s faking it. Everyone’s online. Everyone’s trying to go viral.
But very few men are remembered. Because very few have depth.
Being interesting isn’t just about having hobbies. So many boring tech-nerds pick up bouldering or running marathons in unison that it kills the whole atmosphere for a guy like me.
You know, the international operator type? The one who doesn’t have a boss, doesn’t obey rules like a bootlicker, multifaceted individual, has a plethora of beautiful women to choose from at any given week, an actual man of the world?
Being interesting is about having dimensions. Different facets carve out another piece of your marble sculpture.
You’re the man who knows how to free dive 60 feet but also makes the perfect Negroni and handroll a smooth Dutch cigarette as you smooth talk two women outside your NYC locked down lounge back to their place.
You drift cars around the track like Jason Bourne but also power clean 250 lb.
You surf the coast of Morocco in the morning and cover geopolitics with your business friends for profitable arbitrage opportunities over lamb, mint tea, and hookah by nightfall.
Few men pick a lane or two.
You build the entire highway.
You are the cartographer and this life is your map.
The Death of the Dabbler
The truth is that everyone secretly tries to be interesting. Or at least they want to be. But only a few are and even fewer remain it as the years go by.
Why?
Because they never get good.
They try something, post it once for the Gram, and quit. Back to porn, scrolling, or bullshitting about how they’re “finding themselves.”
"Yeah I surf bro."
Meanwhile he's been one time for the surf lesson where he half-caught a 2-foot wave.
Don't ever be this "guy".
Interesting men are pulled towards what makes them come alive and they commit. Sometimes they need a little nudge in the right direction for some inspiration to see where sparks fly. Luckily you’re in the right place.
Once you find that interesting facet you're ready to dive into there shouldn't be much dabbling. No part-time passion. Just full immersion until you bleed experience.
You ever got into a new passion that it was all you could think about? Different skills you can learn, different tools/apparel to buy to benefit your performance, different accounts to follow to get advice? You want to feel that towards real experiences. Shit that others don’t even know exist, let alone would even dabble with if they had the chance.
Why Should You Bother With These Pursuits
You’re right. Stay at home. Type away at your desktop as your neck cranks forward and you develop a physiognomy of a sewer rat as you waste away indoors, following along with the masses on who did what, what horribly-directed movie came out with which meaningless B-list celebrity.
Enjoy your occasional BBQ dinners with your home-town hogs and their misbehaved, soon-to-be delinquent children. Talk about the baseball games and how “your team” won or lost.
Go to the gym with the 17 year old high schoolers. Pick up pickleball with the rest of the hippies and unathletic types. Join a bouldering gym (you should, at least to learn the basics) to be with the tech dorks and overly-tatted limp-wristed hipsters.
Why shouldn’t you want to submerge your entire identity into reality-transforming pursuits? Why wouldn’t you want to become the most interesting man in any given room at any given time because you know how to do Pursuit 2 combined with 4 & 5 making you a genuine professional of the sea. A real life pirate with an aristocratic edge. Refined yet rugged. Smooth yet rough. Slick yet firm. Smart yet funny. Well-read but also a physical specimen.
Do you not see how the multi-faceted individual who combines multiple proficiencies becomes such an unparalleled individual?
Let’s run the numbers:
How many people practice Pursuit 9?
Let’s say 1 in 500 men have tried it. That immediately puts you in the .2% of the world. Combine that with Pursuit 2? Goes even deeper into becoming .01% of the world. Now add fine-tuned body mechanics, able to do cartwheels and basic parkour at 36, smooth with his tongue, stacks cash like a young Prince, and seduce women like Casanova?
You literally become one in a billion.
Yes. As in there are only maybe 10-20 like you in this world.
That is not an exaggeration by any means.
The Dangerous Man Multiplies
The guy who skis and shoots from a moving truck and hosts wild dinners with international operators? That guy isn’t just interesting.
He’s dangerous.
Because nobody knows what box to put him in. Women don’t know whether to sleep with him or reject him out of fear of being dumped or so they can have the honor of saying that they did.
Men don’t know whether to follow him or hate him.
That’s how you want to move.
You want to be able to write like you’d expect a spineless nerd to except your left hook-kick is more fierce than your left hooks. You want to be proficient in sports no one would ever expect you to be good at. Not because of them, but because it interested you, so you decided to become experienced in that domain. You don’t just pick up a “trend” hobby, and give up on it after few months. You stick it through, you take your time, you learn, you develop, you master.
This shows that you’re a man of patience, expertise, professionalism, and duality. Combine that with 3-4 normal hobbies as well as 2-3 of these next ten I’m about to reveal to you? You immediately become the most interesting man in the city. Zero questions asked.
Undefined.
Uncopyable.
Untouchable.
A special spot above the top.
They can try to mimic you but they'd only be a shoddy, plastic version.
You walk into a room and change the chemical aura of the place.
Ladies (we have more female readers than you'd think) and gentlemen, I present to you:
How to Be An Interesting Man
Part Two
1. Tactical Driving + Live Fire Training
There’s nothing like learning how to control chaos. Tactical driving paired with live fire training teaches you to move like a dragon. Drifting around corners, drawing from your holster mid-turn, and neutralizing threats from behind the wheel. You’re not training to survive your average Tuesday, you’re preparing for scenarios where milliseconds count and nobody’s coming to save you.
It’s the kind of hobby that builds nerve. You stop flinching. You start thinking five steps ahead. For everything. It’s not about being a weekend warrior. It’s about developing real-world dominance that no man, no threat, no high-pressure moment can shake out of you.
When I stopped by Arizona few years back for a business deal, I watched a 52-year-old ex-SOF guy reverse a Range Rover between two barricades while firing at steel targets through a cracked windshield, toothpick clenched between his teeth the entire time. He told me he's been kidnapped in Brazil when he was a young G. Said this was “therapy.” That stuck with me. Men like that make the rest of us think about what total control really means. One of the most unique men with true aura I’ve ever met to this day.
2. Kitesurfing
You can’t fake elegance on water. Kitesurfing demands coordination, strength, and adaptability. It’s a fight with the wind that, when mastered, becomes art. One second you’re getting dragged face-first into the tide; the next, you’re gliding twenty feet above water like Poseidon decided to flex.
This is not just about thrill. It’s about grace under resistance. The wind shifts. The current pulls. You adjust. Over time, it rewires how you handle friction in life. Suddenly, day-to-day conundrums feel like a breeze. Deadlines feel like flow. You’ve danced with the elements, what’s a calendar to that?
Matter of fact, I may or may not be getting my certification to kitesurf later this month in a new Village by the Sea I'll be scoping out with a Russian model-type.
3. Mountaineering
Mountaineering isn’t hiking, sparky. It’s calculated suffering with a ridiculous view you’d never imagine. It’s packing your life into 30 lbs, ascending 12,000 feet in bone-cutting air, and earning stripes only the prepared get to witness. No service. No rescue. Just your legs, your breath, and your grit.
Mountains expose men. They remind you how soft the world has made you, and how unkillable you can become. You come down changed. Your phone annoys you. Noise disgusts you. You’ve been above it all. Literally. Shitting on the peons as you’re chilling above the clouds. Nothing else like it.
When I did the Inca Trail trek in Peru, I was in for a rude awakening. Very difficult. 30,000 daily steps, almost all of them are either up or down, very little straight-through flat steps. But the man you come out of, the experience you gained, the people you brush shoulders with who are crazy and similar like you makes it all worth it.
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4. Freediving
Most men can’t sit in silence for two minutes. Freedivers sit in darkness alone, underwater, 50+ feet deep, trusting their lungs and mind not to break. There’s no audience. No medal. Just peace, pressure, and the quiet throb of your heartbeat as your body whispers go back.
You train in calm. You return different. Freediving isn’t about showing off, it’s about becoming unshakable. If you can stay calm where others panic, you’re the one who leads when shit hits the fan. That kind of power leaks into every room you walk into.
Plus, imagine all the amazing things you’re able to see without needing any equipment. And the lungs and heart on you? Elite of the elite. Combine this with spearfishing, and you’re off to the races, pirate.
5. Spearfishing
The modern man orders Uber Eats. The interesting man descends into blue nothingness, holds his breath for 90 seconds, and emerges with a kill in hand. Spearfishing is visceral. It combines athleticism, strategy, stillness, and death. All in one elegant dive.
There’s no chase. You wait. Patient. A ghost with a harpoon. The fish don’t always show. Sometimes you come up empty. But the days you land a kill? You clean it, grill it, and feed your crew with something earned. It taps into an ancient code most men have forgotten.
This is one of the highest up on my ‘To-Master’ list, if you have to know.