This might not be the right place to put this, but fuck it I'll type it up anyway. One of the main reasons I statred getting interested in PUA wasn't to just get girls in general; I'm 23 now, started being semi successful with girls at age 15, got bad acne at 16-17 so that slowed things down a bit (though luckily not completely) and by the time my skin cleared up at age 18 and when I went to uni, I have had more or less uninterrupted sucess, albeit with a few dry patches.

The point is though, I now realise I had AFC game. I relied on my looks to bail me out of trouble. I think I'm quoting Steve Jabba who said a girl will sleep with you when your percieved status breaks a girls attraction threshold. Well, luckily for me I was and am good looking enough and dressed well enough that I could pull HB5s and lower with absloutley no effort at all. That might be enough for some people, but not for me. I felt I deserved these great looking women that were going off with guys that were inferior to me, but that whilst I was top of my paticular league, they were a class above and I couldn't quite break into it.

As I said, PUA taught me the reason why that was happening, my actual game with HB7s and above was awful. I realised the difference was I was treating these girls differently to the cannon fodder I could get without effort; I knew I could say virtually anything I liked to these girls because my attitude was that I was doing them a favour by even looking at them. PUA has taught me two things; that this is the right attitude to have with ALL women no matter what they look like, but also that I can't be a nice guy and think that I'm due these women's attention. In a way it's circular, I have to earn the right to have that attitude, essentially by having good inner and outer game.

This was all brougt home to me on a date with a HB8 last week. We went to get some dinner at this Italian restraunt. I had mentioned it kind of off the cuff to one of my friends, who told me one of our other good friends works as a waiter there. This guy is a bit of a chracter to say the least, and frankly it was probably a good thing he wasn't working that night, as he undoubtadley would've pulled some sort of prank (not that that bothers me, one of the reasons I hang out with him is that I find his antics pretty hysterically funny).

Anyway, the night of the date I feel sick as a dog; I should be in my bed recovering, but I thought fuck it. We get there and are sat at the table. I ask our male waiter if this is indeed where my friends works and tell him he's a good friend of mine, cue swapping a few quick funny stories about him. I notice out the corner of my one of the femal waiteresses (HB8.5) noticeing this and looking curious. I get back to paying attention to my date, who makes some sort of comment like 'you just know everybody don't you?' to which I give a 'what can I say, I'm just a cool guy' type of response. She was clearly lapping it up, even though I felt like crap I had a chilled out vibe, lots of eye contact and smiling.

The waitress found some sort of excuse to come over asking some sort of bog standard question. I can't even remember what I said to her, but it was something witty and both her and my date were lauging. While the waitress was laughing, I made eye contact with her and similed. I could almost feel her attraction. The rest of the night went well, the date was lapping up everything I said, the waitress was coming over every chance she got. Bare in mind she wasn't even supposed to be serving our table. Everytime I looked around I saw her looking at me, it was a great feeling.

Eventually we left, not before the waitress personally said goodbye to me. My date wanted to go for more drinks, and if I'd gone along I'm sure I would've banged her. But like I said, I felt like crap so I was pretty desperate for a good nights sleep, and the thought of more alcohol wasn't exactly appealing for once. So I left, safe in the knowledge that my date was and is desperate to see me again, and that a HB8.5 was genuinely attracted to me. Unfortunatley, getting a #close there was mission impossible; no way would my date not have seen me doing it, and she's the kinda girl who wouldn't be happy about it either.

The point of all this is that I can literally feel the improvement to my game. My inner game is so good right now I feel I have a shot at any woman I see. I understand what I have to work on, and that I can improve, but that the way I'm heading I can be unstoppable. I feel like a demi-god right now, that I am the complete package, the prize. What's great about PUA is that it gave me thisfeeling, but that it's available to anyone who plays the game right. So the morale of this story for beginners is, that if you keep working on your game, and understand and internalise the postive message that good PUA theory has, the sky is truly the limit for you.

_________________
Be a realist; Demand the Impossible.