It’s been a while since I wrote anything on these pages. I’ve been enormously active on my own blog this last year, I think I’ve even averaged 1 post per month, but I haven’t really had much to contribute here. It’s harder contributing to the pickup community when you’re not out there picking up. Plus, now that I am on Twitter, I spend a lot of my allocated community time trolling people.. err.. I mean… contributing to discussions.
My final jaunt of the year was with Bodi last month. As I sit here now, I am looking very likely for a six month contract at a city bank this winter. I should find out on Monday if it’s a go and if so, which location. If it’s on then I’ll hole up, don my suit and go back to the professional workplace. If I am in London I’ll be able to hang out with a few of my pickup mates and game by proxy, but there’s a chance I might be sent to *shudder* Birmingham.
It’s a great opportunity to break into the banking sector, so I have to think carefully, but I really had my heart set on a return to London this year, so I don’t think I’ll accept Birmingham. I’ve only been looking for a week so far and this was my first interview.
It was in Belgrade last month where I happened to chance a meeting with a new guy on the scene. We met for breakfast one day and his story, his outlook and attitude were all like the rest of my pickup friends. Honest, genuine, seeking improvement and answers rather than trying to present himself as some kind of Johnny come lately genius.
There’s a short hand way of spotting who is worth listening to in the pickup community.
A) Are they complaining about low return on effort, flakey dates, quality of girls, wondering if it’s all worth it?
B) Are they advertising how often they get laid with bang up hot girls? Do they go on jaunts and report lay numbers that would make the Rolling Stones look like monks?
If they are the former, they may well be the real deal. If they are the latter, a good chance they never leave the house.
Anyway, this fella I met, Brokinetic, he is an interesting guy, new to pickup and currently earning his reputation by trying hard to improve his skills. His own blog is here and he’s worth a listen. So I’ll hand over to him now for his guest post.
Brokinetic takes the red pill
A year ago I was a game denialist. Gazing upon YouTube videos of PUAs approaching girls I would wonder if this would really work. Watching Sasha Daygame running riot around London with his clown like approach would intrigue me. Being funny gets you pussy? Doesn’t make sense to me!!!
I was an amusing guy indeed and I would pride myself on it. I would have girls in my social circle ask me that oddest of questions, “why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I never understood these girls and maybe never will. Nevertheless I still chased the girls that I fancied, in that typical Bollywood influenced way. I moved on when I was ignored and I told myself that it was just not meant to be and that I would meet my dream princess one day. Deja Vu happened, again, and again. Eventually I had to face that I was wrong and I was left in bewilderment. That was the probably the first time that I was mind fucked. I would lie on my bed too confused to even begin to consider what may have been wrong with me.
I was once the guy who went all the way looking for a girl in an audacious attempt to win her over. I made myself miserable, a broken man. The memories of those days still linger in my mind.
Fast forward a few weeks and I decided to find a solution. Being the “God of All Solutions” I called upon the ever reliable Google Search. He directed me to the evergreen Sasha Daygame. From there, I came to know about the rest of the pick-up community. At that moment, I realized that they are a bunch of buffoons chasing and hitting on girls pretty much everywhere in the world. I would waste some time watching some of their videos but really, without pondering any more than moment about them. The door had been opened, but I still refused to swallow the red pill and insisted I wander amongst the fake illusions around me.
A couple of months further, I was strolling along the pavements in Cannes. I was alone and bored. I suddenly wanted to try if those methods really worked. I was in that moment standing on a string which separates reality and illusion. I had to know for myself. My first set, who I vividly remember, was a girl seated on a bench. She was a petite girl, lightly tanned wearing a big black sunglasses with a cute happy face. I gathered my courage and, as nobody was around and it was risk free, I delivered that most delivered of openers that has been revised and reused in one for or another no less than a million times.
Me:Hey, I saw you. You look kinda cute. So I just wanna come and say hi.
Girl: Thank you[ with a smile]
Me: [Happy that she smiled] Where are you from?
She : Paris [Still smiling]
Me: What do you study?
I barely remember the later details, but it ended a few seconds later. I learned much later why the interaction died off quickly, but at the time, I didn’t care. My mood was immediately elevated; I was overjoyed with my baby step.
A couple of days later I did it again. This time I approached a girl in park reading a boring novel. I number closed her in 3 minutes and never even texted her. I believed in it! I know this works! I was no more standing on the string, but had finally chosen a side. A side I hope will do me good.
For various reasons I was unable to practice game continuously until January 2016 but I spent every spare moment listening and reading about the theories. Some made sense while the rest took more than a simple sniff to register in my head. My biggest problem at that time like any other newbie was approach anxiety. I used to be the quiet one until I was used to being around new friends. I would be too shy to show my real self to avoid being casted as a goofy guy.
I took me some time, but when I got my first date with a tall French girl I was delighted. Her face was only average but the experience was invaluable. The date lasted 45 minutes. I encountered now a new problem, a new challenge to learn to deal with. I could not connect with her at any meaningful level. She decided to leave giving a spurious reason about going to see her cousin. Being Mr. Smart Ass, I complimented her on her beautiful high ass, which only served to make her uncomfortable. I never saw her again after that day. But what a win! Only a couple of years ago I would sweat and shake sitting beside any girl, but that day I just had my first real date. I was proud of myself but I knew I had a long way to go.
I was forced into another layoff and I eventually started hitting the streets back in April 2016. The next three months included lots of ups and downs and I was stuck in ‘beginner’s hell’. I would climb up the ladder with a big grin and suddenly one of the planks would break and I slip. I’d tumble hard to the floor, everything to be redone yet again. It was like a game of snakes and ladders.
Recently, sitting on the side of my bed in a private room in an undisclosed city somewhere in the secluded Balkans, I pondered on my street adventures.
Is not just about the pussy. Game is not what gets you girls, it’s a tool that brings the best out of you to create attraction. A fat slob who plays video games, eats Mr. Potato chips and crashes in his parent’s basement will have a harder time compared to a jacked, well dressed traveler with a moderately interesting hobby. I had a better life that those unworthy nerds when I started learning game. It did not take me a long time to understand that getting pussy is proportional to your inner quality. Finding a dressing style that suited my personality, learn new skills, read more, get an interesting hobby and last but not least lift weights. Only then game really comes in. Using your charisma and wittiness, you will have a better time creating attraction.
It’s a lonely world.
Yes it really is, and some people can’t take it.
I am a day gamer. Hitting the streets, sometimes for hours and hours, early afternoon to late evening can take the toll on you. Sometimes you will meet guys with the same aim as you. Some of them will be inspirational, some will just pull you down.
I once met a fat overweight guy from a local forum. Another time I had a guy asking me to send a face picture to him. I don’t have any word to describe these guys. On the other hand, I have meet some amazing guys. Like the Lithuanian guy in Vilnius who showed me around his city and with whom I still keep in touch. I also made friends with Jimmy Jambone during my trip to Serbia. At the end of the day, these guys will come and go, and you will still end up alone. Brace for it!