| Hey all. 21-year-old recovering AFC here. My top score is only 2, so you can see I'm only recently recovering. But I recently became interested in the PUA community after an acquaintance of mine shed some light on a situation that happened to me a while ago:
I was at a party my best friend was throwing at the house he was sitting, where there was this freakin' gorgeous blonde HB10 as part of a two set. This girl was FLAWLESS: Perfectly tanned skin, piercing blue eyes, very large (E cups, all natural---she'd only recently turned 18, so plastic surgery was highly unlikely) yet perky breasts, flat tummy, bubble butt, etc. Every single guy at that party (There were about 18 males of the 30 people there) hit on her, including one of my more embarassing friends who's first words to her were, creepily enough, "Hey Jenna... you're Jenna, right? You've got big boobs."
You can tell it was some classy party.
As I said, every single guy hit on her. Except me. I actually made the approach by accident, when I came upon her in a circle of my friends, and got to talking to everybody. She said something to me, and I cracked on her for being a cheerleader slumming it with the slackers and art students. Which she took particular offense to because, as it turns out, she was never a cheerleader and was a budding photographer. Which, at the time, I happened to be, too, leading to a great discussion about the history of photography and some of our influences.
In this time, one of the guys at the party, a very attractive guy who played guitar and was usually the one to get any girl he wanted, had been hitting on her earlier, and moved in on her again. I asked him to get us a song going, and he started to play Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" (His dirty little secret: It's the only song he knows besides Weezer's "Say It Ain't So") and we all got to talking. We got to talking and he said I have a 'good soul, not like most of these phony pricks'.
So here's where the story actually starts: This girl clung to me all night. Everywhere I went, there she was. She kept trying to start up new conversations with me. She'd lightly touch me or, if we were sitting in a group or on a couch, she'd lean on me. And I didn't get it at all: Usually girls hated me.
In fact, the whole reason this happened was because I had a horrible crush on a girl who wasn't returning the affection and it drove me nuts. So much so that I shut out the idea of hitting on another woman (Which, at the time, I thought you were supposed to do the way most AFC's say.) and won her over. Sadly, my "one-itis", coupled with my horribly low self-esteem (Ironic, again. Guess I didn't act that down on myself), was also the reason I didn't close.
About a week ago a friend explained this to me. He'd been reading up on The Mystery Method and "Double Your Dating" and explained to me how the cheerleader crack was a "neg", the idea of "kino", about how I'd "BETA"d(Not sure if that's right) the AMOG by getting him to perform for me, how even telling a story like this could be an example of DHV, etc.
Looking back, I did it twice more, not closing those times because I was in a long-term relationship and wasn't even meaning to pick women up. I just thought I was being friendly.
After that, I was hooked. I've always liked "Double Your Dating" and subscribed to the newsletter for the fun success story (Never had the money to actually do the program, though) but had no idea of the fact that there was an entire underground society. I rented The Mystery Method and The Game from the library and breezed through them in day. I realized that that's what I wanted. The kind of transformation Neil Strauss went through to become Style.
And now I found these boards and have been lurking for a while. I love reading the posts and getting to pick hundreds of PUA's brains, as well as seeing newbies struggling through the same trials I am, instead of just getting books or programs from a limited selection.
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