Like many of you out there, for most of my life I was absolutely terrible with girls. Even when a girl was be attracted to me, I would often find a way to sabotage it for myself, turn her off, or run away from the situation. Iâ€™d set up a scenario where I would not have a chance to succeed, because I would simply never try.
Early on, I believed that just â€śbeing a good personâ€ť and â€śdoing the right thingâ€ť would lead girls to naturally be attracted to me. Picking up girls, going out to social events, meeting strangersâ€”I didnâ€™t think that these were something you were meant to practice at all. In fact, I thought proactively trying to get women into your life was the lamest thing you could do.
So, growing up, I actually tried to hide the fact Iâ€™d feel attraction for certain women. If someone found out I had chemistry with a particular girl, Iâ€™d get nervous or blush, try to play it chill, and maintain whatever weak self-perception of â€ścoolnessâ€ť I had in the social situation. As a result of this thinking, despite loving women, wanting a girlfriend so badly, and even having interest from girls I knewâ€”I never did anything for the first eighteen years of my life. I never took any action. I never â€śmade a move.â€ť
Need examples? I remember once taking a low-stress â€śboard gameâ€ť elective class in school with a girl I had a huge crush on. I would go to any lengths to get this girl, so I thought. I took my leisure time outside of class to literally study up on the board game to beat her at itâ€”so she would like me. Now, she did end up being attracted to me, but hereâ€™s the kicker: when she did eventually ask me out, I said no to her.
Now why would I do this? I was so scared of not knowing what to do after I said yes, I was so scared of not knowing the next step, I would rather say no to something I wanted than risk failure. Even more so, I would rather say no to something that I wanted than say yes to gain success with this woman. I was afraid that if I did become her boyfriend, I wouldnâ€™t know what to doâ€”I would be exposed as lame, confused, or â€śuncool.â€ť Essentially, I just gave up, hoped that the world (both success and failure), would go away, and things would fall into place . . . without me having to take action.
Eventually, things would get better. But first, they had to get worse. In high school, I had a crush on the â€śitâ€ť girlâ€”the hottest, most desired in the whole school. For two full years, from the minute we met, we had amazing chemistry, there were clear signs of interest, sparks were flying . . . the whole thing. The entire time, I never made a move, even as she dated other guys and pursued other dating options. Two years after we became friends, she had to move away. At her farewell party, I finally got the nerve to ask her if there was ever a time when, if I asked her out, she would have said yes. She got very silent, tears filled her eyes, and she simply said: â€śYeahâ€”why didnâ€™t you?â€ť before running out of the room. She has not spoken to me to this day. This was my best friend for two years.
That was the moment when I decided that if I was going to regret something in life, I was going to regret something I had done not something I hadnâ€™t done. It was also the moment I decided to get really, really good with girls. And so I began practicing how to become attractive to women. Now, this isnâ€™t some overnight success story where I was a Casanova from the moment I started. In the beginning, I was terrible at it. I guess, in some ways, my fears about being initially bad with girls werenâ€™t unfounded because I was pretty unimpressive with game. I didnâ€™t know what to doâ€”I followed all the books, magazines, and movies. Bought flowers, tried to be subtle and romantic, perform impressive talents nearby them to get their attention . . . all of it.
It never worked. Fortunately, almost by accident, I stumbled upon the pickup artist community online while looking for â€śpickup linesâ€ť and funny jokes to tell girls. With the help of the forums and wingmen I met â€śin the field,â€ť I started going out. Again, at first, I was terrible. It took me almost a year and a half of going out before I kissed and had sex with a girl because I was extremely nervous and shy even to kiss a girl. I was terrified and awkward for fear of making women upset or risking rejection specifically. In fact, the first time I went out to pick up girls, I walked around a mall for four straight hours and approached no one. I went out a few days later, and the exact same thing happenedâ€”four straight hours with nothing.
And so, through constant practice, remotivating myself, and experiencing the actual pain of not having had success in this area, I got enough leverage to keep doing it. I did this for about three years on my own before finally receiving some better instruction, becoming proficient, at best, and finding solid wings. Soon after, I began teaching, and Iâ€™ve been doing this ever sense. Iâ€™ve now been with several hundred women and have abundance (usually dating many girls at a time), and while I donâ€™t have all the answersâ€”I have some of the best answers. I donâ€™t want you to have to go through such a long and painful process to get this success. Iâ€™m here to help and provide top-quality information to the best of my ability.
Best of luck. Letâ€™s start this journey together.