I am not a DJ
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Yep. Thats right... I'm not a PUA, and quite frankly I don't want to be. Confusing Tip I know, but let me explain.
I'm just going to say it all in whatever order I feel it coming, so bare with me gents.
I see alot of things on this board, alot of pain and suffering. I can identify with it, because i've been there, done that. And now it's time to help in any way I can... and I suppose the best way is to share.
I don't want to be a DJ. I don't have to be DJ. I'm ME. I don't want to be known as a pickup artist.. I don't want to believe that I know everything about life or women for that matter.. I hope I always remain a mystery to myself - it's good to surprise oneself every now and then.
Most of all. I don't want to high-five myself into thinking that i'm someone better because i've made women and the pursuit of women my focus in life. I don't want to turn the pleasures of passionate human relationships into pawns of an idea or theory. That scares me the most. I'm not going to squeeze my heart dry.
PUA: pickup artist. Doesn't the word just make you cringe? What a stupid title for an equally stupid job. And that's what it is you know: It's a job. How much material is on this board alone? Someone could rip off maybe a dozen long posts and write a book about it all. It's likely someone did already.
If someone were to say "My hobby? well i'm a pickup artist in my spare time!" Would you not laugh at them? I would. My maniacle laughter would just echo on on thinking about it. Turning a simple pleasure of life into a title? It's insane. Am I supposed to respect you for that decision?
You can be the best chess player... But that doesn't mean your happy.
I've been there you know, night after night, girl after girl. Putting on the nice clothes I didn't really want to wear... saying things I really didn't mean. Glossing over the details of my glorious bedroom escapades with my roomate and friends. I guess you could say I was top of the game.
Well luckily, this is now, and I can see clearly what a stupid game it was. All I did was play myself. Those glory days I indulged in left me empty. Looking back with a clear head allowed me to see the pain I was suffering, I was lonely - and each new girl drove me toward a deeper loneliness. Almost a sickening madness I would say.
I don't recognize the old me. Because something changed. It wasn't just the sex, it was the whole "game" in general. The rules, the same lines spoken over and over again. That dulling repetiveness that took so much of my time and energy.
If there's any sure way to kill the moment.. then following a rule is definately it.
And for what? I have my memories... which are fading. As are the faces of the women. Some I dated, some just sex, and others are just a haze of alchohol and crazy parties. And you know what? I feel guilty for it. Guilty for wasting my time and others time... I didn't know what I wanted.. I didn't know how to get it. But now I have it.
And i'm asking all of you to question the allmighty pickup artist... and see it for what it really is. A burden.
Training yourself as a PUA is the best way to kill your heart - You are not playing a game.. this is real life. You are worth more than that - and so are the women you desperately hope to win-over.
Yes. win. This site is about winning... winning something that should never be thought of as winnable. You can't win, only share and experience. If you keep playing "the game", how do you know that it's you she likes and not your game? I hope your willing to play for a long time my friend....
Come to think of it... A PUA is a travesty to everything that is man. A man's strength is his character, And I really don't believe adopting that of a PUA makes you any better. When I see these men at the bars, or clubs or wherever I have a certain bitter distaste for them - they're so BORING. Predictable - I feel bad for them, while loathing them as well. (probably because I saw my self)
They don't really see women any more, just techniques and strategies and a glimmer of hope at striking the right tune so that the night is complete. They sell themselves short for a title. To me, they aren't really living - they seem to enjoy flirting more with their own "game" than with the women themselves. That's a shame....
Some posts I read here sound like a tip's and tricks orgy.
I have a new term today: "anti-connectionist". Thats what a PUA is. Infact, thats what ANYBODY is who believes they are out to win something... to make something last longer than it's natural life.. to force something into existance. You can have a great convo - you can drop the right lines and style your hair the right way. You can WIN! but what are you winning? A connectionless frontier?
No thank you. I don't want that, nobody wants that. Not even women. But they respond to it... because we are all confused in this crazy game.
The blind leading the blind end up with blind love I guess.
I think all the women I knew felt it with me, I felt it.. but it took me a long time to comprehend it. And i'm sure those women will comprehend it as well.
Being a PUA means you are afraid, afraid of yourself, afraid of what you can accomplish without the title. The more you identify with being a "DJ" or a "PUA" the less space you'l have to simply be "you".
I did it. I didn't know any better. But something hapened and I dropped the whole stupid game like a bag of bricks.
BOOM! no more techniques or theories or trying to package women into a neat little freudian all explanatory package! IT FELT GREAT. and it still feels great.
Doing that allowed me to be at ease with myself and my surroundings, I wasn't "picking up" women any more... I was spending time with them. Instead of pickup lines and "witty" remarks, I was simply talking. Although I had met tons of girls before, it felt like the first time I had really met someone.
And you know, they really appreciated me for it.
Mister spiked hair and cologne turned into mister ratty old Molson Canadian baseball cap wearing untucked shirt and ratty jeans.
Suddenly, I became more interesting. Why? Because It was the real me... and the real me was more exciting and liveable than the PUA. It turns out I was always like this, I never liked dressing up for any occasion (exempting funerals and weddings and the like) and certainly not for dates.
How REFRESHING! The real me had more character than the professional who roamed the bars and clubs and bragged to my friends. And to top it off it was much more enjoyable!
Even my clothes had a story to tell, I didn't have to even try. I just talked the truth. "yep, this is my lucky hat, i've had it since i can remember, i'm never leaving it"
No premeditation. No thought. No ****y and funny.. Just the truth. I let my personality run free, and whether or not she likes it. Thats fine too.
(Still there? hehe) And that leads me to the end of my story (the present). Once I was out of the game, I understood the game. I could see the signals, and the body language a mile a way. Flags waving in open air for me to grasp.
But I didn't want it anymore. It didn't interest me. It had become boring. Tedious. Without fulfillment. And when I realized this, I was able to understand that what I really wanted was a meaningful connection with someone. NO games, just sharing.
It wasn't some drawn out search, or a mission or anything like that. I just waited for it to come. And when I found it. I made my move.
There was no rushing or mind-tricks. No waiting to call 3 days or "creating attraction". HAHAHA creating attraction? There was already attraction between us.. no need to create it..
And the rest is history. We had our bad times, we worked them out. We both knew what we wanted and stuck to it. I enabled myself to find a woman who respects me and loves me by throwing down this useless game. And I love her as well. It's certainly not blind love - I'm no fool. Things can happen. People will always be unpredictable. That includes me.
Yet, no matter what may happen between us... I sleep well at night. Because I have the one weapon that the PUA will never understand:
The only way to win is not to play.
and i have my lucky hat
I'm just going to say it all in whatever order I feel it coming, so bare with me gents.
I see alot of things on this board, alot of pain and suffering. I can identify with it, because i've been there, done that. And now it's time to help in any way I can... and I suppose the best way is to share.
I don't want to be a DJ. I don't have to be DJ. I'm ME. I don't want to be known as a pickup artist.. I don't want to believe that I know everything about life or women for that matter.. I hope I always remain a mystery to myself - it's good to surprise oneself every now and then.
Most of all. I don't want to high-five myself into thinking that i'm someone better because i've made women and the pursuit of women my focus in life. I don't want to turn the pleasures of passionate human relationships into pawns of an idea or theory. That scares me the most. I'm not going to squeeze my heart dry.
PUA: pickup artist. Doesn't the word just make you cringe? What a stupid title for an equally stupid job. And that's what it is you know: It's a job. How much material is on this board alone? Someone could rip off maybe a dozen long posts and write a book about it all. It's likely someone did already.
If someone were to say "My hobby? well i'm a pickup artist in my spare time!" Would you not laugh at them? I would. My maniacle laughter would just echo on on thinking about it. Turning a simple pleasure of life into a title? It's insane. Am I supposed to respect you for that decision?
You can be the best chess player... But that doesn't mean your happy.
I've been there you know, night after night, girl after girl. Putting on the nice clothes I didn't really want to wear... saying things I really didn't mean. Glossing over the details of my glorious bedroom escapades with my roomate and friends. I guess you could say I was top of the game.
Well luckily, this is now, and I can see clearly what a stupid game it was. All I did was play myself. Those glory days I indulged in left me empty. Looking back with a clear head allowed me to see the pain I was suffering, I was lonely - and each new girl drove me toward a deeper loneliness. Almost a sickening madness I would say.
I don't recognize the old me. Because something changed. It wasn't just the sex, it was the whole "game" in general. The rules, the same lines spoken over and over again. That dulling repetiveness that took so much of my time and energy.
If there's any sure way to kill the moment.. then following a rule is definately it.
And for what? I have my memories... which are fading. As are the faces of the women. Some I dated, some just sex, and others are just a haze of alchohol and crazy parties. And you know what? I feel guilty for it. Guilty for wasting my time and others time... I didn't know what I wanted.. I didn't know how to get it. But now I have it.
And i'm asking all of you to question the allmighty pickup artist... and see it for what it really is. A burden.
Training yourself as a PUA is the best way to kill your heart - You are not playing a game.. this is real life. You are worth more than that - and so are the women you desperately hope to win-over.
Yes. win. This site is about winning... winning something that should never be thought of as winnable. You can't win, only share and experience. If you keep playing "the game", how do you know that it's you she likes and not your game? I hope your willing to play for a long time my friend....
Come to think of it... A PUA is a travesty to everything that is man. A man's strength is his character, And I really don't believe adopting that of a PUA makes you any better. When I see these men at the bars, or clubs or wherever I have a certain bitter distaste for them - they're so BORING. Predictable - I feel bad for them, while loathing them as well. (probably because I saw my self)
They don't really see women any more, just techniques and strategies and a glimmer of hope at striking the right tune so that the night is complete. They sell themselves short for a title. To me, they aren't really living - they seem to enjoy flirting more with their own "game" than with the women themselves. That's a shame....
Some posts I read here sound like a tip's and tricks orgy.
I have a new term today: "anti-connectionist". Thats what a PUA is. Infact, thats what ANYBODY is who believes they are out to win something... to make something last longer than it's natural life.. to force something into existance. You can have a great convo - you can drop the right lines and style your hair the right way. You can WIN! but what are you winning? A connectionless frontier?
No thank you. I don't want that, nobody wants that. Not even women. But they respond to it... because we are all confused in this crazy game.
The blind leading the blind end up with blind love I guess.
I think all the women I knew felt it with me, I felt it.. but it took me a long time to comprehend it. And i'm sure those women will comprehend it as well.
Being a PUA means you are afraid, afraid of yourself, afraid of what you can accomplish without the title. The more you identify with being a "DJ" or a "PUA" the less space you'l have to simply be "you".
I did it. I didn't know any better. But something hapened and I dropped the whole stupid game like a bag of bricks.
BOOM! no more techniques or theories or trying to package women into a neat little freudian all explanatory package! IT FELT GREAT. and it still feels great.
Doing that allowed me to be at ease with myself and my surroundings, I wasn't "picking up" women any more... I was spending time with them. Instead of pickup lines and "witty" remarks, I was simply talking. Although I had met tons of girls before, it felt like the first time I had really met someone.
And you know, they really appreciated me for it.
Mister spiked hair and cologne turned into mister ratty old Molson Canadian baseball cap wearing untucked shirt and ratty jeans.
Suddenly, I became more interesting. Why? Because It was the real me... and the real me was more exciting and liveable than the PUA. It turns out I was always like this, I never liked dressing up for any occasion (exempting funerals and weddings and the like) and certainly not for dates.
How REFRESHING! The real me had more character than the professional who roamed the bars and clubs and bragged to my friends. And to top it off it was much more enjoyable!
Even my clothes had a story to tell, I didn't have to even try. I just talked the truth. "yep, this is my lucky hat, i've had it since i can remember, i'm never leaving it"
No premeditation. No thought. No ****y and funny.. Just the truth. I let my personality run free, and whether or not she likes it. Thats fine too.
(Still there? hehe) And that leads me to the end of my story (the present). Once I was out of the game, I understood the game. I could see the signals, and the body language a mile a way. Flags waving in open air for me to grasp.
But I didn't want it anymore. It didn't interest me. It had become boring. Tedious. Without fulfillment. And when I realized this, I was able to understand that what I really wanted was a meaningful connection with someone. NO games, just sharing.
It wasn't some drawn out search, or a mission or anything like that. I just waited for it to come. And when I found it. I made my move.
There was no rushing or mind-tricks. No waiting to call 3 days or "creating attraction". HAHAHA creating attraction? There was already attraction between us.. no need to create it..
And the rest is history. We had our bad times, we worked them out. We both knew what we wanted and stuck to it. I enabled myself to find a woman who respects me and loves me by throwing down this useless game. And I love her as well. It's certainly not blind love - I'm no fool. Things can happen. People will always be unpredictable. That includes me.
Yet, no matter what may happen between us... I sleep well at night. Because I have the one weapon that the PUA will never understand:
The only way to win is not to play.
and i have my lucky hat