About Me
The Asian Rake [David Tian] is truly insightful—a world traveler, a scholar, enlightened and brilliant and charming. He’s got wild stories of his travels through North America and the Orient, and he talks with rapture about dangerous attempts of criminals trying to rob or extort him. A renaissance man, if you will, who is knowledgeable about history and art but dresses in sharp, tailored, high fashion. He combines power and charm. If you met him, you’d like him.”
-Sebastian Drake, founder of The Approach and co-founder of Master the Vibe
“David Tian, the renowned Asian Rake, is as intelligent as he is charming. He makes you feel at ease just being around him, which makes you wonder how quickly and comfortably he makes women melt. It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow dating coach who is so passionate about helping his clients to meet the women of their dreams.”
-Jeremy Soul, creator of the Love Systems Day Game Workshop and Chief Day Game Instructor at Love Systems
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My name’s David Tian. I’m known in the attraction community as “The Asian Rake.”
For one of my better media appearances, you can download this December 08 two-part interview of me on Singapore’s Razor TV.
Here’s the first part for ya. You can download both parts from the link above.
You’re welcome to send me an email! admin “at” asianrake.com
Life as an Asian Rake is pretty damned good.
But it wasn’t always this good.
I used to be the “odd one out.”
I was born in Taiwan to a conservative Christian family. When I was five, we immigrated to Kansas City, Missouri. This was the early 80s. That’s a pretty strange place and time for a five-year old boy from Taiwan to grow up in. I didn’t know a word of English.
My parents tell me that I didn’t say a word for the whole first year of school in Kansas. My teachers thought I was learning disabled. It’d be an understatement to say that I was the odd one out.
They told my parents to put me back a year. Luckily, my parents didn’t listen. Apparently, I couldn’t stop talking the next year.
Looking back, I appreciate how rare it is to grow up with loving parents and cool sisters. And I did have that.
After a few other moves around the US because of my dad’s work, we ended up in Toronto, Canada. We settled in a suburb, which for a long time was predominantly upper-middle class white. Nowadays you can’t walk down the street without seeing an Asian grocery store. But back then, things were very different.
I was the only Asian boy in my fourth-grade class. I was the odd one out.
Fast-forward to high school. Things got a little better.
I made the basketball team because I was quick and a tenacious scrapper. But I was only 5’7” (170cm) when everyone was already six feet tall. To make matters worse, my dad was afraid I’d break my new glasses. I had to wear my old, plastic glasses attached to a string that tied behind my head. So I couldn’t see very well. Even the ball was blurry unless it was right in front of my head. I also had to wear basketball shoes that were two sizes too big just because my well-meaning uncle bought them for me, and we didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I was a size 7. My shoes were a size 9. So not only could I not see anything, I also kept tripping over my own feet. Oh yeah, and don’t forget, I was six inches shorter than everybody else.
In warm-up for a big game, I once dribbled the ball on my over-sized shoe, and the ball went flying into the bench. I couldn’t even do a lay-up during the pre-game warm-up! Our star player asked me, “Damn, man. Why are you always the odd one out?” He was actually a pretty nice guy. He was just wondering… As was I.
Things started to turn around in my senior year of high school. I was a really sweet guy with an unusually manly, sexy voice for a kid my size. I was the star jazz musician in our high school for the performing arts. At least I had that. I was also a star student, getting straight A’s with little effort.
This was enough to get me my first real girlfriend, a dancer with a sexy Marilyn Monroe voice and double-D cups. That was a great combination. And she was white, though that wasn’t a big deal for me, in case you were wondering, since almost all the girls in my school were white. At least there was one advantage to growing up in an upper-middle class all-white neighborhood. Everyone was polite (so at least no overt racism), and if you dated a girl at all, chances are good she’d be white.
We dated for over a year, right up to when I left for university. Why would a girl like this go out with a guy like me? Her answer: “You are such a good guy.” I guess she was already tired of the bad boys. And she was into the Buddha and yoga and shit like that, so I guess I was exotic enough for her.
She dumped me after I became clingy, possessive, and very jealous of any guy who touched her. Actually, she was very forgiving, even after I cried in front of her many times, begging her to take me back, which she did, over and over, until she had had enough of my self-indulgent dramatics. I was pretty pathetic back then.
I was the odd one out with my friends, too, who were all white. When we went to the movies, it was six white kids and me, the Asian kid.
I moved up to Montreal to start university at McGill, where I promptly became once again, the odd one out. On my birthday during the first fall term, all the kids on my dormitory floor were going out to party because it was a Friday. The don remembered it was my birthday and told everyone. They all wished me a happy birthday, the drunkards that they were, and invited me along. But I couldn’t hold a conversation with any of them to save my life. Halfway down the walk on the way to the bars, they ditched me. Feeling like a loser, I tried to cheer myself up by spending some time in the local strip joint, of which downtown Montreal had plenty. But that just made me feel worse since I was still trying to be a good Christian kid back then. I was the odd one out again.
Then my parents shipped me off to spend the summer in Taiwan to learn Chinese. Previously, I didn’t like visiting family in Taiwan. I was the Chinese-looking kid who didn’t speak Chinese well. In Asia, I didn’t fit in either. I was the odd one out there, too.
But this time was different. I was on my own. Before this, I wasn’t attracted to Asian girls because they all reminded me of my sisters. But this summer turned me. I think it was because I finally saw enough distinct-looking Asian women in one place at one time that my aesthetic sensibilities were finally honed. Asian girls didn’t all look the same. In fact, some looked extremely alluring. I became hooked on Asian hotties.
When I got back to Canada, I started making a lot more Asian friends, including some cute Asian girls. My life regained its passion. I started to come alive.
I took a bunch of classes in Asian studies. I loved them. I dropped my pre-med courses, and I switched to a major in Asian studies. Then I went on to graduate school, studying Asian philosophy, religion, history, literature, and culture.
I got in touch with my Asian heritage. I spent extended periods in Asia and became fluent in Chinese. And I began to feel like maybe I wasn’t the odd one out after all.
But I was still an ultra-conservative Christian. I even spent a gap year studying theology in a fundamentalist seminary.
So I did what every good conservative Christian boy in his mid-twenties ought to do. I married the nice Christian girlfriend I was dating. LOL.
Our first few years of marriage were happy enough. She was supportive and sexy, at the start anyway. But then things started to turn sour. After all, inside I was still a needy wuss. My wife became more demanding and shrill. Her feminine charms withered, as she made up for my lack of emotional masculinity by emphasizing her own. We often fought. Furniture and dishware were thrown about. I was deeply depressed, but didn’t even know it.
Then came a period of a couple of years where all my doubts and questions about fundamentalist Christianity surfaced in a strong way. I looked everywhere for satisfactory answers, but found none. My perspective on fundamentalist Christianity changed. And my priorities and purposes shifted… big time.
Eventually, my wife and I separated for a couple of years. At first, we were forced to do so because of work obligations. Then, we separated for good. And then came the divorce. It was an amicable split. No kids. No real assets. Just broken hearts.
But my old social circle of Christian “friends” judged me. Divorce, except for infidelity, was a sin, so I was a sinner. Again, I was the odd one out.
Yet this time, I was on my way to realizing new dreams.
I had the good fortune to be in a class with Christian Hudson, the co-founder of Charisma Arts and who at that time was responsible for running much of Charisma Arts’ operations. He graciously took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. I owe him a huge debt.
“I knew years ago that David [The Asian Rake] had the potential to reach the level of the top gurus and even beyond. And now he’s fulfilled all that and more! With all his unique experiences and skills, he is totally going to dominate.”
–Christian Hudson, founder of The Social Man and Hidden Mic Pickups, co-founder of Charisma Arts
My life took a big turn when I traveled to China for a year and a half abroad. With some of the things I learned from Christian, as well as various ebooks and audio courses, I employed my newly developed skills to create a life of pleasure with cute hotties in a way I’d never dreamed of before. I went on a streak near the end, enjoying the intimate company of scores of Chinese babes. I was having so much fun with them, I felt like my body didn’t even belong to me anymore. I was living in my own hedonistic paradise.
By the end of all this, I could count run-ins with the Chinese mafia and the Japanese yakuza among my many crazy adventures.
I returned to America a new man. I trained under some of the best dating coaches in the industry. I started to get really consistent results.
Word got around, and I started teaching some of my friends in college. They started to get results. And word continued to spread.
I started a blog as a way to keep in touch with close friends while I spent yet another year abroad in China. When I felt I was ready, I opened the blog to the public.
After a few months, the blog really caught on and the readership exploded 900% in a single month! Guys were writing in on a steady basis. Most of the emails were praises, compliments, and stories of gratitude, plus the occasional hater, but those always make for fun reads 
This was back in late 2007, and I’ve had a lot of AWESOME changes since then. I’ve achieved more than I ever dreamed in this area of my life. I’ve also completed my Ph.D. and have become a university professor in Asia. My priorities have transformed. And now I’m embarking on new adventures…
For once, I was no longer the odd one out.
Oh yeah, and then there were all the women… the Koreans, the Japanese, the southeast Asians, the Western beauties, and of course, the stunningly gorgeous Chinese models.
I guess in the land of men, I still am the odd one out. But this time, it’s in a good way, at least if you consider something like 10% of the men in this world have been intimate with over 90% of the women, and the top 1% have been with even more.
Life’s funny sometimes, especially when you are always the “special one,” the odd one out
Play on, The Asian Rake.
