Today, for the first time in my life, I lived. The feeling I have right now is amazing and I want everyone on this planet to experience it. My hope is that this story will help achieve this.
This is not a direct tip as such, it's actually a story and quite a damn long one at that, but I hope it's an interesting read. I want to express exactly how I got from being an AFC to being a true DJ. Not a puppet with some guru PUA 'master' pulling my strings but a true Don Juan. The most startling thing about this is that it happened in an instant. One moment I was a chump, the next I was a man. Madness?! Maybe, I'll leave you to judge for yourself.
However, I will begin at the beginning.
24 hours ago I was an AFC. Ever since I became a teenager and starting noticing these girls and the effect they had on me I was a chump. I wanted them but everything I seemed to do, everything I tried only ended in failure. The harder I tried, the harder I fell. This would make me very depressed. I'm not a naturally very good-looking guy. I'm alright, but don't have the looks to instantly endear myself to any member of the opposite sex. I really really wanted these girls to like me but for the life of it I couldn't work it out, I was really pretty pathetic. I knew this. There was a voice in my head that told me I was worthless; it told me how pathetic I was and this made me even worse.
Then one day, I realised this voice was a lot more powerful than I expected.
But I'll come to that later. A few months ago of my friends mentioned in conversation one day about this guy who claimed he could chat up any girl he wanted despite being unattractive. Not only that, but this guy had written a book about how anyone could do this. Naturally, I was very curious. Very, very curious. Was this a holy grail I was about to discover?
The book I am on about, as you've no doubt guessed by now, is The Game. I devoured this book. I read it with wonder and amazement, it offered hope where there had previously been none but a part of me didn't like it. My friend had said at the time about it that "It's a little sad, don't you think? He just sort of spouts a few lines that he's memorised and has tested before. It doesn't sound like that's any way to get a girl." Still, I was so happy to have discovered this 'magic method' that I ignored that part of me that thought it was unnatural and devoured every piece of information I could get my hands on.
I didn't want set routines, as such, by this point in my life I was pretty confident in myself in almost all respects except girls. I was popular socially, I was generally well liked and got on with most people except I still couldn't get the damn girls. I just wanted to know what was missing to make the girls like me. What was the trick? What was I missing? What did I have to do? I read and I read and I read. I could read this stuff all day, remembering all the little things about when to call and when to not and what to do if this happens and what to do when that happens. I made it my mission to understand everything there was to understand from this vast knowledge base.
Meanwhile, the voice inside my head was stirring. This voice, by now, was no longer the part of me that said 'you're such a loser' but had become more relaxed, as my life in general had improved that part of me had been much happier and was satisfied with me. It was not, however, impressed with my results in the girls department. It was the final hurdle in the way. But fortunately, this part of me threw up a solution to the problem.
This part of me is my masculinity. I didn't realise it until it hit me today with the blunt obviousness of a brick to the face. This was the inner part of me that wanted to get out, but my outer AFC kept repressing it.
About a month ago I met a girl through a friend who I instantly thought was out of my league. So much so, in fact, that I didn't really pay any attention to her; I just assumed I'd have no chance. If it had been a tactic, it would have been applauded. We went out, together with a whole bunch of friends to a club and spent the night dancing. I was definitely not hitting on her. In fact, I had my eye on this other girl we were with (who lost interest in me the second I started going after her) We chatted a bit in the club. We played silly little games and messed about. Now that I think about it, she spent a lot of time in close proximity to me and I wasn't trying to be near her. I, like a total goon, missed all the signs that she was into me.
Which was f*cking perfect. As she left our group of friends at the end of the night, I casually said goodbye and bid her farewell. The second she was out of earshot, my friend was like 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SHE WAS TOTALLY INTO YOU!'. I must admit, I was a tad shocked. What?! I didn't do anything. I wasn't even trying!! I wish I'd spotted the answer right then, at that moment. It was staring me straight in the face and I couldn't see it.
So she added me on facebook (I love facebook) and we had a bit of banter on it. We didn't arrange to meet or anything (I'm still an AFC, remember?) and wanted to 'play it cool' so I didn't do anything.
Fortunately fate had decided to make things easy for me. One night I went out clubbing with my friend. I know a fair few people in the area so when we got there I went exploring, looking around to see if there was anyone who I knew.
Then I bumped into her. Well, I didn't as such, I didn't even spot her but she came running up to me when she saw me. Well, I saw my chance and decided then that I wasn't gonna blow this. I was going to get her tonight and I listened to the one voice inside me that knew what the hell to do. I just played it cool, or well, I tried to. All the time inside I was like 'SH*T SH*T I AM SO NERVOUS OH MY GOD I HOPE SHE LIKES ME PLEASE LIKE ME PLEASEEE'. On the surface though, I tried to channel that inner voice and just do how he'd do. And it worked. She was getting more and more into me. We joked, we role-played, I teased her about the way she smiles.
Then he walked in.
A tall, attractive, athletic guy walked over to us and asked who the hell I was. For a second, a split second, I totally sh*t myself. All the thoughts of 'ohmygodisthisherboyfriend?i'msodead' went through my head. Then I listened. I listened to that voice inside me. So I turned it into a joke. I brought him into the role-play we were doing at the time and he was just so confused. She, however, loved it. The second he left she went to me 'He's got a long term girlfriend, they've been going out like 5 years, sucks hey? Let's go to the dance floor'
I knew I'd won then.
Check and god-damn mate, buddy. But I kept it cool, I was still focussed. We danced and got close pretty quickly. I moved in for the kiss but she whispered into my ear "I don't want to kiss one of my friend's friend, I don't know if she'd be happy." By this point I was so sure I was about to kiss her that it didn't actually phase me. In my head I was just like, "say the most James-Bondish thing you can think of now and it'll be fine." So I did, I don't even remember what I said. We started making out. Much fun was had by all, well, mainly me.
Success hey?
No.
I was still an AFC at heart. I was faking it. I was pretending I was cool and suave but I wasn't cool and suave. I was still worried at heart, worried if she'd like me and what she thought of me. We organised a date but I blew it. I was nervous, and it clearly showed because it wasn't a great date. Not a bad one, but I could tell it didn't go ideal. We talked a few times on the phone after, but her overall interest level seemed a lot lower.
However, I was still fairly happy with the result. I spent more time reading and reading about what to do on dates and memorising more and more stuff about what I should be doing. Lame, lame, lame. I was being an AFC by reading this stuff. All of its a joke; completely useless.
OK, let's get to the real meat of this story.
It just clicked. Like that, in an instant, it just hit me like I'd been blind for the whole of my life and could finally see. I was watching a video on youtube of this dude doing street pickup. He just, made it seem so easy. It was ridiculous, he just went up and said he thought they were cute, chatted for about 30 seconds then got their number. It was incredible, but then it hit me.
This is not a direct tip as such, it's actually a story and quite a damn long one at that, but I hope it's an interesting read. I want to express exactly how I got from being an AFC to being a true DJ. Not a puppet with some guru PUA 'master' pulling my strings but a true Don Juan. The most startling thing about this is that it happened in an instant. One moment I was a chump, the next I was a man. Madness?! Maybe, I'll leave you to judge for yourself.
However, I will begin at the beginning.
24 hours ago I was an AFC. Ever since I became a teenager and starting noticing these girls and the effect they had on me I was a chump. I wanted them but everything I seemed to do, everything I tried only ended in failure. The harder I tried, the harder I fell. This would make me very depressed. I'm not a naturally very good-looking guy. I'm alright, but don't have the looks to instantly endear myself to any member of the opposite sex. I really really wanted these girls to like me but for the life of it I couldn't work it out, I was really pretty pathetic. I knew this. There was a voice in my head that told me I was worthless; it told me how pathetic I was and this made me even worse.
Then one day, I realised this voice was a lot more powerful than I expected.
But I'll come to that later. A few months ago of my friends mentioned in conversation one day about this guy who claimed he could chat up any girl he wanted despite being unattractive. Not only that, but this guy had written a book about how anyone could do this. Naturally, I was very curious. Very, very curious. Was this a holy grail I was about to discover?
The book I am on about, as you've no doubt guessed by now, is The Game. I devoured this book. I read it with wonder and amazement, it offered hope where there had previously been none but a part of me didn't like it. My friend had said at the time about it that "It's a little sad, don't you think? He just sort of spouts a few lines that he's memorised and has tested before. It doesn't sound like that's any way to get a girl." Still, I was so happy to have discovered this 'magic method' that I ignored that part of me that thought it was unnatural and devoured every piece of information I could get my hands on.
I didn't want set routines, as such, by this point in my life I was pretty confident in myself in almost all respects except girls. I was popular socially, I was generally well liked and got on with most people except I still couldn't get the damn girls. I just wanted to know what was missing to make the girls like me. What was the trick? What was I missing? What did I have to do? I read and I read and I read. I could read this stuff all day, remembering all the little things about when to call and when to not and what to do if this happens and what to do when that happens. I made it my mission to understand everything there was to understand from this vast knowledge base.
Meanwhile, the voice inside my head was stirring. This voice, by now, was no longer the part of me that said 'you're such a loser' but had become more relaxed, as my life in general had improved that part of me had been much happier and was satisfied with me. It was not, however, impressed with my results in the girls department. It was the final hurdle in the way. But fortunately, this part of me threw up a solution to the problem.
This part of me is my masculinity. I didn't realise it until it hit me today with the blunt obviousness of a brick to the face. This was the inner part of me that wanted to get out, but my outer AFC kept repressing it.
About a month ago I met a girl through a friend who I instantly thought was out of my league. So much so, in fact, that I didn't really pay any attention to her; I just assumed I'd have no chance. If it had been a tactic, it would have been applauded. We went out, together with a whole bunch of friends to a club and spent the night dancing. I was definitely not hitting on her. In fact, I had my eye on this other girl we were with (who lost interest in me the second I started going after her) We chatted a bit in the club. We played silly little games and messed about. Now that I think about it, she spent a lot of time in close proximity to me and I wasn't trying to be near her. I, like a total goon, missed all the signs that she was into me.
Which was f*cking perfect. As she left our group of friends at the end of the night, I casually said goodbye and bid her farewell. The second she was out of earshot, my friend was like 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SHE WAS TOTALLY INTO YOU!'. I must admit, I was a tad shocked. What?! I didn't do anything. I wasn't even trying!! I wish I'd spotted the answer right then, at that moment. It was staring me straight in the face and I couldn't see it.
So she added me on facebook (I love facebook) and we had a bit of banter on it. We didn't arrange to meet or anything (I'm still an AFC, remember?) and wanted to 'play it cool' so I didn't do anything.
Fortunately fate had decided to make things easy for me. One night I went out clubbing with my friend. I know a fair few people in the area so when we got there I went exploring, looking around to see if there was anyone who I knew.
Then I bumped into her. Well, I didn't as such, I didn't even spot her but she came running up to me when she saw me. Well, I saw my chance and decided then that I wasn't gonna blow this. I was going to get her tonight and I listened to the one voice inside me that knew what the hell to do. I just played it cool, or well, I tried to. All the time inside I was like 'SH*T SH*T I AM SO NERVOUS OH MY GOD I HOPE SHE LIKES ME PLEASE LIKE ME PLEASEEE'. On the surface though, I tried to channel that inner voice and just do how he'd do. And it worked. She was getting more and more into me. We joked, we role-played, I teased her about the way she smiles.
Then he walked in.
A tall, attractive, athletic guy walked over to us and asked who the hell I was. For a second, a split second, I totally sh*t myself. All the thoughts of 'ohmygodisthisherboyfriend?i'msodead' went through my head. Then I listened. I listened to that voice inside me. So I turned it into a joke. I brought him into the role-play we were doing at the time and he was just so confused. She, however, loved it. The second he left she went to me 'He's got a long term girlfriend, they've been going out like 5 years, sucks hey? Let's go to the dance floor'
I knew I'd won then.
Check and god-damn mate, buddy. But I kept it cool, I was still focussed. We danced and got close pretty quickly. I moved in for the kiss but she whispered into my ear "I don't want to kiss one of my friend's friend, I don't know if she'd be happy." By this point I was so sure I was about to kiss her that it didn't actually phase me. In my head I was just like, "say the most James-Bondish thing you can think of now and it'll be fine." So I did, I don't even remember what I said. We started making out. Much fun was had by all, well, mainly me.
Success hey?
No.
I was still an AFC at heart. I was faking it. I was pretending I was cool and suave but I wasn't cool and suave. I was still worried at heart, worried if she'd like me and what she thought of me. We organised a date but I blew it. I was nervous, and it clearly showed because it wasn't a great date. Not a bad one, but I could tell it didn't go ideal. We talked a few times on the phone after, but her overall interest level seemed a lot lower.
However, I was still fairly happy with the result. I spent more time reading and reading about what to do on dates and memorising more and more stuff about what I should be doing. Lame, lame, lame. I was being an AFC by reading this stuff. All of its a joke; completely useless.
OK, let's get to the real meat of this story.
It just clicked. Like that, in an instant, it just hit me like I'd been blind for the whole of my life and could finally see. I was watching a video on youtube of this dude doing street pickup. He just, made it seem so easy. It was ridiculous, he just went up and said he thought they were cute, chatted for about 30 seconds then got their number. It was incredible, but then it hit me.
