Allow me to introduce myself. You can call me astro. Or dg. Or just Dan if you wanna get personal. I've heard about these PUA online societies, but until now I have resisted. Two weeks ago I finally read The Game; I must admit, it unlocked a part of myself that I have always known to exist. I turn 22 in 3 months, I have been in a long-distance relationship for 4 years, and I've only had sex with 2 girls - yet I lost my virginity at 15.
My "score" isn't all that impressive, but I believe that I am a natural PUA. I think I could be one of the best. My genetic traits are great: I'm tall (6'3"), blue eyes, blond hair, straight teeth, I'm in good shape with broad shoulders and I have a well built face. I've always had the ability to feel very natural with girls, and girls have always really liked me. Before reading "the game," I would have described my personality as cocky-and-funny. I also have a highly evolved ability to read people, body language, and situations (I played poker professionally for about a year... that's another story though). At work, a girl recently described my style as "gay-preppy-surfer-punk." Now, I'm not gay, but I find when people meet someone who doesn't fall under a classification they can understand, that person gets filed under homosexual. I have style.
I stared talking to people about "the game" about a year ago, basic principals were described to me, but I was mostly uninterested. "If you can't be yourself, the whole relationship is built on a lie." That was, until I realized that being "yourself" could mean being whatever you want to be.
I was never cool, although it feels like I've been spending my whole life trying to be cool. In high-school I was that hippie-kid who sits outside reading at lunch, or who plays guitar in a distant corridor during spare. I got to know many girls really well, but for some reason I always held myself above the dating game. "Why date in high-school?" Aside from my first girlfriend, who I dated for 6 months, ended up sleeping with, and then broke up with because she kissed one of my friends, I didn't date another girl until grade 12. I met alanna. A really fiery chick with a great personality, so-so face/body, but she's smart as a whip.
She didn't like me at first, I was quiet and arrogant, she was super popular, head of student counsel, too-cool and confident for her own good. I ran into her at a party, we talked for 10 mins, I basically took her on an instant-date, we went back to the party and ended up making out/sleeping in the host's parents' bed.
I'm from Waterloo, Ontario (in canada) and 6 months after we started dating, she moved to Toronto, Ontario for school. It is about a 90 min commute, we decided not to break up. 3 years has passed since she moved away and we are still dating. I don't want to get into details, but it has been a slightly frustrating 3 years, although profound in it's own right. We love each other, we still do, but our relationship feels so contrived at times... so forced. We're not even nice to each other half of the time... although the other half of the time, it's great. Our sex life is amazing, she's multi-orgasmic and I am so satisfied. She has been working out for the last year, her body is in great shape, she has beautiful perky Cs and a tight little ass, definitely a 9/10 body (although a 6/10 face). I go through phases... some parts of me think we could be together forever. But other parts of me think it's ridiculous that I could settle down after basically no dating experience.
Here I am, head in a knot, and I read "The Game" the weekend before spending a week in Chicago, IL with my brother (he is a student at SAIC in Chicago). Reading this book introduced terms to describe many of the things I did when talking to girls for the first time. This book unlocked a new level of confidence. It oozes out of me. Women and men can see it when I walk by. People want to know me, guys want to be me and girls want to be with me.
I was traveling with a friend, French_Marc, we can call him. A virgin. He's a weird dude, but adds an outstanding perspective.
The Bus Ride:
14 hours from Toronto to Chicago. Have you ever spent that much time on a bus? We were among the first people on the bus, we took seats across the isle from each other. A beautiful blond girl gets on the bus, I noticed her, made sure she noticed I wasn't looking at her, then at the last minute I glanced up and made about 2 seconds worth of eye contact. She kept walking past my seat, stopped, turned around and sat directly behind me.
My opener was great. The bus started going up a hill so I threw my fresh bottle of water onto the ground. It rolled back and hit her foot. At first she didn't say anything. I didn't turn around (I wanted her to break the ice). After 2-3 minutes had passed, I had almost given up on my water-bottle plan, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "I'm really thirsty, and I know this water is yours, but it was a new bottle so I couldn't help myself." And she handed me back half a bottle of water. I smiled and looked around "uh- are you always like that? What are you going to give me for that water you drank?" She kinda laughed and said, "What are you going to give me for that half bottle of water I gave back to you?" I said "hm", then I turned around and thought for a minute. "Well...." I heard her say. I got out of my seat and sat beside her. "I'll tell you about yourself." And I spouted off a fairly accurate list of truisms (a skill I mastered during my poker days).
She looked impressed and flattered. I reminded her that she still owed me something. Her - (somewhat sarcastically) - "Well, I give an amazing blowjob." Me - totally didn't expect her to say that - but I recalled the gem one-liner "Respect." She laughed, "you watch Ali G? I love that show!" We talked for a good hour about our interests, life, school and career choices. She wasn't taking the bus all-the way to chicago, she was getting off right now. She grabbed my hand and a pen, wrote down her name, e-mail address and phone number, "Add me to facebook!! I have plans to come to toronto this summer, we just haave to hook up!" She gave me a really great hug, kissed my cheek and wiggled her little bum right out of the bus. She's super-cute, turns out she was only 19, although I'm cool with that. Hope she makes it to Canada this summer....
here's a pic of bus-girl:
The Main Event: Chi Town
Far too much happened in Chicago for me to reiterate. I worked my newly developed skills among my brother's friends for the whole trip. My brother is 24, but most of his friends are my age or younger, so I fit in quite perfectly. Matt is like a highly peacocked version of myself. He isn't quite as genetically good looking (although he's still not bad, I'm just the more-attractive brother). So when Matt's hot little brother comes to town from Canada, his female friends pretty much went crazy.
Wednesday night we were bar-hopping. Went to this small bar in buck-town for a bit, talked with some locals, a hot bartender winked at me, but we had to get going so I had no time to play with that one.
Hit up the Rainbow Room, cool diner-style bar with $2 pints. We met up with a group of Matt's friends, a guy and girl from Florida (we'll call them Brain-18 and Florida, respectively). Also met a cute brown haired girl from Kentucky and a fiery red-head who grew up in Chicago.
Florida is quite pretty with a smoking body, but she has (what I like to call) pre-emptive-breakup-syndrome (PEBS). She rejects people before they can reject her. She comes across as very bitchy and vulgar, it's a good tactic to see what kind of guys are man-enough to handle her, but to someone like me, it just comes across as kinda sad. I could see all those past relationships and friendships from her past, built up and crumbled down before my eyes, in her eys. All from the one comment, "oh, so you're nothing like Matt, are you?" I just sorta raised one eyebrow at her, shrugged and started talking to Brain-18.
Florida is cute, but she wasn't my "target." I didn't want to have to break through all her issues before she could warm up to me - plus when I leave, it would only solidify to her that everyone good in life just goes away. For now, just neg. It made her aware that I wasn't trying to win her over, and it probably made her slightly intrigued that I was talking to everyone but her.
Brain-18 was a perfect insta-wing (my term for a guy in a set's group that acts as a wing-man). We immediately understood each other, he had a good sense of humor, which allowed us - and the rest of the table - to keep laughing.
After a half-hour of chatting, the girls started saying how they wanted to go dancing. Clubs are not my forte, I'm a slightly awkward dancer, being so tall, but I learned how to make it work for myself on this trip. We went to a pretty cool place called Debonaire. I ordered some Gin+Tonic for myself and Marc and we all danced like fools until last call @ 2.
At this point I really didn't have a target. Kentucky and Fiery-Red were playing amongst themselves, although they were both doe-eyed when I talked to them. Florida was still full of PEBS, although I could tell that she would listen if I had anything to say. Which I didn't. Not yet.
Florida and Brain-18 wanted some food, they stopped at Flash-Taco while I waited outside with Marc, Kentucky, Fiery-Red and another dude we met somewhere. Through some act of God, Fiery-Red says "Fuck it guys, I'm cold. See ya on Friday." And she leaves. Kentucky says, I'm gonna wait around.
I developed a good rapport with random dude while entertaining Kentucky with some of the crazy shit we'd seen over the past couple days. Brain-18 and Florida come out, say they want to hit up one more bar... and the night continues.
We walk towards the "L" (eLevated subway). Kentucky keeps falling behind, fiddling with her iPod. I ask if I can share a headphone and we listen to some cool indy-electro as we walk behind our group. At this point, I was starting to feel electricity - you know - that tingling sense of sexual tension that drives us all.
We get on the L and head towards the next bar. I was super tired, it was about 2:30, we were headed to a place that was open till 4. I tried to talk marc into heading back towards the hostel we were staying at, but he refused, so I partied on.
We walk up to this place, Florida just walks in, but Kentucky says (to the group) "Yo I'm going to head home, I wanna smoke a joint and hit the mattress. (Looks at me) Do you smoke weed? Do you want to walk me home?" Marc and Brain-18 were already walking in the bar, I yell to Marc "I'll meet you at the hostel" and I followed Kerri home.
She lives in a student residence, and I will never forget this, when the security guard asked her my name to sign me in, she looked up at me and said "Hm. I have no idea. (Laughs). I should ask the name of the next guy I bring home so it doesn't look this bad."
Dan. Sign here. 3:05am. Have fun.
She takes my hand and walks me to the elevator. We actually have great conversation all the way, if I have a "type" that I go for, she is probably it. Long brown hair, kinda arty and bohemian looking, but still with a tight little perky body. Real nice homey smile - she looks like she's from Kentucky... whatever that means.
We get up to her room - which is a complete mess, there's crumpled up paper everywhere, art supplies all around the room, at least 40 posters, pictures and drawings on her walls, panties and bras everywhere on the floor, and a faint-but-distinct marijuana smell on top of a light clean girl-room smell. I can still remember the smell. It might not seem all that appealing to you guys, but.....
"I suck at rolling joints and I just broke my bong... do you know how?" Ah-hah. Time to demonstrate my higher-abilities. I've been smoking weed for about 5 years and can roll a joint one-handed, while driving. I spun up a beautiful little J out of her delicious BC-bud and we smoked it. Heads crammed into the small window in her room, blowing smoke out the window - trying not to annoy her looming room-mates.
"Show me some of your art," I said. She got really excited and pulled out a pile of paintings. "Look at them and don't ask any questions. We can talk about them after." She actually showed me some really cool stuff. My descriptions couldn't do them proper justice, so I wont even try. My reaction to her art was perfect. I told her I wasn't going to talk as I looked at each piece, but I did, I gave oohs and aahs at the appropriate times, everything I said seemed to give her bigger doe-eyes.
"Hey do you think I could have a glass of water? Mad pasties."
"Sure, tap water in Chicago is amazing! It's so cold and fresh."
She took off her sweater in her room, she was wearing a tank-top and skirt over black leggings. In the kitchen, enjoying our water, she started to make her move (I guess). "You know, I have class in the morning, if you want me to get up in time you should probably take me to bed now... either that or keep me up all night and make it worth it." Heh-heh... erm.....
This whole time I never really considered the reality of cheating on my girlfriend. Alanna and I have been though so much, I had so much respect and love for her - I didn't want it to come down to this. A girl in Chicago I just met.
As painful as it was to say, "I'm really sorry, but I should probably get going."
"Aw! Why?? Are you okay??"
Haha, yeah I'm okay. I wish I could explain but I can't. I just have to go. I took her hand and walked myself to her door. She gave me her number, I kissed her on the forehead, and I left.
Walking out of that building, I really didn't feel any regret. I made the right decision, even though it goes against my internal desires. Morals intact, I walked back to the hostel and fell dead-asleep.
Pic of Kentucky (with her dad):
The End:
Friday night. Not worth a full write-up. Went to a Brazilian-electro DJ set at a place called Smart Bar. Got really drunk. Danced a lot. Chatted up 2 women earlier in the night
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[One, an older -28ish- brunette, solid 8/10, tried to get me to buy her a drink, I played the 5 questions game with her, tricked her on Q4, she didn't buy me the drink, I said CYA L8R
The other, a young blond girl who was stuck up on some ex-bf. She was a bit of a bombshell (8.5 at least) and she seemed to like me, but she wasn't really my type, I told her I should get back to my friends, and asked for her name. I facebook closed that one
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Ran into Florida, she was as PEBS as ever, I stared to walk away, she says "Hey you owe me at least one drink." Now, I'm pretty much outta cash at this point, but I kinda agreed with her, so I said okay, bought $6 mix-drinks for us and we danced. She was all over me, her wall was coming down at the bottom of her vodka-cran. I guess my wall was coming down too, I shouldn't have kissed her on the dance-floor, but we did. It was pretty fun. I told her I had a girlfriend, she said "I already knew that. I wanted to see how far you'd go." I kept her entertained for the rest of the night, as we were parting ways she said to me "Why do the good ones always go home after a week?" I shot her some sad-eyes and gave her a hug. "Eventually one of them will stay, and when he does, you know what to do."
I turned and left. I didn't want to look back at her, in case she was looking over her shoulder at the same time. We walked back to my brother's place, and I crashed on the couch.
We got on a bus at 4:15p the next day and left with nothing but memories. And hangovers.
PS. Pic of myself:
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