Hello gentleman, I am about to take a journey. This is not the journey you would likely expect from a new member on this forum, I wouldn’t know as I have yet to open a single thread. I have entered this world before nearly 10 years ago and like many other aspects of my life it has slipped away, lost in the blur that is my life.

I am not 100% sure why I want to share this little journey, perhaps I want to leave a mark, a record of something bigger than myself. I can’t promise how this will turn out or even what is going to transpire but what I guarantee anyone who wishes to read my quasi blog I intend on creating here that I will only tell the truth.

I didn’t know what a pick up artist was until I was 21 years old. I had never had the need to know what it was or to play the game. Between the ages of sixteen and twenty one I got laid, I got laid A LOT. In that 5 year window I slept with girls that weren’t even old enough to drive and women in their early thirties. (As a disclaimer : legal age in Canada was 14 at that time and I never broke the law.... probably) If you have a problem with that, stop reading now. Although I wasn’t the best looking guy and was in fact and a over weight I did have two things. One was charisma, when I got on a roll I could run a room. The second was I had a gift for knowing which path would take me to the desired result.

Now I have promised not to lie, but this next statement is going to make many of you think I am. In those six years I had sex with around 100 different girls, it got to a point that although I wasn’t ‘eye candy’ there were times when some girls would tell their friends that I put out with no strings attached. I actually got sought out by girls and women looking for a one nighter or to cheat on their boyfriend. It was surreal and I can tell you that at about twenty one or twenty two years old I started hitting a slump. If we call my hay day one hundred percent (100%) this slump had me at about 20%. I still got laid a good amount, an amount that many might be jealous of however this was not a good thing. As the amount and quality of sex declined so did the quality of girl, eight’s turned into sixes. Sixes in a pair of threes and so on. And yes pair of threes, you might have picked up that I had a threesome with a pair of ditch pigs. We will talk about threesomes later.

As I slid down this slippery slope I started to realize I wasn’t myself anymore. My self worth started to go which in turn dragged me further down. I realized there was something missing in me and I was filling it will the validation that attractive and desirable girls wanted me. The work aspect of my life started to suffer, I started putting on some weight and letting my appearance go. I had the realization that I needed to do something but had no idea what that was.

I caved, I went to a small book store to look at the self improvement section in a last final attempt to rescue myself. It is a terrible feeling to peruse those guru books in the hopes of finding yourself, I felt an immediate drain doing it, I was embarrassed, I was ashamed. I decided to stop and just look through the bookstore and I came across what I thought was the bible. I had come across ‘The Game’. I took the book to the counter, bought it and went home and started reading. I felt instantly lifted, I felt as if this book was made for me. I felt as if now there were names for the methods that I have been using I started to use the methods again, started getting back to basics. Next thing I knew, I was back!

For the next couple years at least. I broke one of my big rules. I knocked a girl up. We won’t get into the details of that right now, but fast forward 6 years. I am married, I have 2 kids and I now have a career on track. My picture perfect little world is a facade, From the outside looking in I have won this little game of life. I have a good looking wife, good kids, nice cars, and what can only be described as a real career. But whatever it is that was hole I had before that I filled will girls is now empty. I can fake enthusiasm and confidence in a business meeting, I can fake it at a social gathering. Put me at a till with unattractive clerk and I go full retard. I have once again lost myself and it is worse than ever, I am down to zero.

I lent my copy of the game to someone who needed it. It is gone. I started putting some effort back into rebuilding myself. I am in the gym and down 20 pounds. I am starting to dress well again. My appearance is put together and thought out. Step one complete, I have just lifted off the bottom, slightly. I have been trying to get my game back, no luck. I can’t even charm a waitress being paid to talk to me.

I went to the mall today to buy a shirt, eyeballed the beautiful girls and realized what is missing. Its not sex. Its a combination of the chase and the feeling that I have lost a big part of myself. I left the mall thinking I should try to get that book back but I won’t see that guy for a couple months. It dawned on me, turn around and buy another fucking copy. Read the copy and find myself.

I drove to the other side of the mall, went straight into Chapter and searched for the book..... I found it, right next to a new book by Strauss called “Rules of the game”. Straight to the till, felt a little awkward buying it at the till but excited. I got the car and read the first chapter. I have never been so energized its like this book is built to get my back on track. It has challenges pre made and ready to go. I am sure this will get me on track so I am going to post of my successes and failures here, daily.

I know some of you might think “hey pal, you already have a wife. Don’t be that guy”. Thats a fair enough comment. I am not going into this for sex, I am going into this to get me back. I am going into this to see if not only can I chase, but I can succeed.

Wish me luck.