[I hope that song is stuck in your head now, but quickly remove it so I can introduce myself]

Hi, I'm BLUU, recovering alcoholic, lazy stoner, and AFC. At this moment my entire life is shifting in an entirely new direction. I'm learning new things about myself and discovering things about myself I never knew existed, or at least failed to ever acknowledge. I'm a funny guy, usually pretty witty, but most of the time I'm sarcastic and I'm working on that. I've always been pretty outgoing, I've never worry about looking like a fool in front of strangers. I'm quick to admit when I'm wrong and glad to learn something new whenever I can. I'm extremely logical. So, I can out argue anyone. I'm also good at reading emotions and building rapport. So, after knowing me for a short period of time most people will want to start to divulge their deepest darkest secrets. I like to think of myself as highly attractive. I've been told by almost everyone since I was a kid. To be modest I'd say I'm an 8, but to be honest [and I am honest far too often. I'll get into that later] I'm probably somewhere between 9 and 11. My smile will probably kill you if you look directly into it for too long. However, I've learned the hard way that looks can be helpful, but they won't get you far on their own.

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I guess every good story has to start somewhere. My earliest memory of a female interaction was with a neighbor girl across the street back in Jacksonville, Florida. I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 years old. So, the memory is a little vague but I remember being in her bedroom, the lights are down low, and I distinctly remember laying her down in a small bed thing. I think it may have been a crib for her dolls. Then I proceeded to climb on top of her. What happened after that has been repressed somewhere deep in the far reaches of my mind. Maybe we took a nap. I think this happened more than once, though I can't be sure.

My parents moved me from Florida to Cordova, Tennessee half way through kindergarten. So, I had to start over from scratch to figure out who I was. In my psychology class we learned that around six years old a child creates a fictional image of his/herself. At the time I should've been creating this image all my reference points were yanked out from underneath me. Like a linen table cloth being ripped out from underneath some fine china. I survived though, but instead of being china I now felt more like Japan after getting hit by that tsunami.

I remember flashes of kindergarten which was me pulling girls hair and stealing their pencils.

Now let's fast forward to second grade at some point. I somehow managed to get two girlfriends at one time. It's second grade though so what does that really mean. I'm not entirely sure if we even held hands. They were the first people I told when I found out Santa wasn't real. Then that news spread like wildfire. I think my parents ended up getting a call about that. As far as I know we never actually broke up. After a quick facebook-creep they are both at least 8s now-a-days.

Third grade I made an introverted best friend. I'll call him BT on here. We would creep from afar on this JB10 in the same grade as us. I'll call her MF. The only times we'd see MF were in gym, at recess, and in lunch. We would never talk to her but spend a lot of time obsessing over how hot she was. I think BT was more into her than I was. So I ended up yelling her name one day at recess. I walked up to her and told her my friend wanted to talk to her. When I turned around he was long gone, no where to be found, I didn't see him again until we went back to class. I think another day at recess I hit a different girl with a rock. I considered it flirting, for some reason she didn't. I'll blame that on my ADHD.

Fourth grade, I wrote my first "Do you like me? []yes []no" note. We had cubby's to turn assignments into in the back of the class. I left it in her's. I had never really talked to her before so I was pretty nervous and excited when she came up to tell me that she was going to choose between me and another guy. I felt like I had a good chance. I asked her every day for a week if she had made her decision. I think it was Friday when she told me she was going to choose JW. The coolest kid in all of fifth grade. Rumor had it that his last girlfriend gave him a blowjob and sucked all the lube right off of the condom.

Seventh and eighth grade I had a crush on a different girl basically every week. It was always a girl I never talked to. I would look up their home phone numbers in the school directory. I'd call, ask for the girl, introduce myself, and literally ask, "Do you want to go out with me?" I didn't know what that meant, but I knew people did it. I think I tried that maybe five times and got shot down every time.

The summer before ninth grade My parents decided we were going to be moving to Small town, semi-rural Iowa. One girl I had crushed on the last year, rode the bus with me. We often sat in the same seat. I always assumed it was because it was the last one open. I made sure it was the last one open too. We'll call her SP. When she found out I was leaving she called me crying. We talked on the phone constantly until I left.

When I got to Iowa I hopped in to a high school where my graduating class was basically the size of my homeroom in middle school. Needless to say every girl in school was interested in the city boy coming on around them there parts. I remember one day the first week of school. I was in gym class and just sitting on the bleachers minding my own business. I had absolutely no idea how to make friends. Next thing I know I'm surrounded by at least half of the female population of my class. They began bombarding me with all kinds of questions. Needless to say I was overwhelmed. I lied and said I had a girlfriend. I imagined it was SP.

Some more blurry stuff went down. Then within a month a JB10 ended up convincing me to break up with my fictional girlfriend for a JB7. It was a Monday at the start of homecoming week. I had a girlfriend and still had no idea what that meant. We talked on the phone all the time because that was the most female interaction I had ever had, mostly with SP. In public I would just stand awkwardly nearby while she talked to her friends since I didn't really have any of my own. That Saturday was homecoming dance. She had her fat friend break up with me at the dance telling me I was clingy. We hugged and parted ways.

Before the dance was over I met DA. A socially awkward girl who was hanging out with her gay best friend. He was very helpful at making sure I kept dancing with her. Even convinced me to kiss her on the cheek by the end of the night. I went to the dance with one girlfriend and left with another. The evening worked out pretty well I might say. The new girl was a JB7[I say JB for Jailbait, being as we're underage] who would be an 8 if her smile wasn't so awkward. That was another weird relationship. We'd hang out in person for large amounts of time rarely speaking to each other in real words. Our text conversations were constant and rampant though. We talked on the phone twice. Her side of the conversation consisted of one word answers. So, They never lasted long. We dated for two months, by the end of which I had received my first kiss and attempted a make out. I guess I was pretty bad. So she told her gay best friend that she thought I had overactive saliva glands. He spread that all over school. I broke up with her in text shortly after that.

Next girlfriend was maybe a month later. I didn't want to jump to quickly into another relationship. She was probably a JB9 with the biggest tits I'd ever seen. We made out and I played with her tits for a few weeks before trying to be exclusive. We were exclusive for a day. That first night we were watching TV with her parents and I was fingering her from outside of her pants. They made her break up with me because I was stuck to her like a "refrigerator magnet"

After the first year in Iowa me and my brother have to plan a trip down to Tennessee to see all our old friends. Through out this time I'm still in touch with SP. Me and her basically plan to date while we are down there for the week. First time I see her, she invites me up to her room. Tells her siblings to stay out and I lose my virginity at 16. The world is great and when it comes time to leave I figure I may as well keep this girl as my girlfriend. It was either A.)I was in "love." or B.) the fact that she was the first girl to touch my dick. I think I'll go with option B.

We dated a year and a half with dozens of naked pictures sent back and forth, hundreds of sexts sent, and hundreds of hours spent having phone sex. It was as good as getting laid on the regular. Not quite. I ended up cheating on her several times. Wrestling and biting MM a slightly overweight crazy gothic 7, rubbing and kissing AO a tiny little horse riding 8, Kissing and lickin the titties of DB a lazy eyed ex cheerleader with a 5 face and 10 tits. Every time my honesty got me in trouble. I'd feel terrible after cheating on her. I'd call her, admit it, and break up with her. Then she'd cry, I'd take it back and promise I'd never do it again.

until BE put out. That was when life changed. I got the courage to actually end my relationship with SP to date this 135 lb ex cheerleader who was a 7 in the face with big ole ass an' titties. For a big girl she was really flexible and we had wild sex basically every day for a year. I kept talking to other girls but the sex kept me faithful. until she made several comments trying to control my partying and hanging out with my friends. Also she was so rediculously lazy. I gained ten pounds while dating her and she put on at least forty. NO THANKS! I graduated single and spent my senior summer worrying about nothing but partying my ass off.

Then I met LV an HB9 from Switzerland. The first French she taught me was "J'ai envie de basier avec toi" She whispered that in my ear while straddling me under a blanket on my buddy's deck while we were all hanging out smoking cigs. I was way into her. We dated for almost 2 year. I cheated on her 3 times. Then I finally figured out that I really am not responsible enough to be in a relationship with anyone. I think it's my ADHD. I get bored too easily.

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[the beginning of my PUA journey]

I realized while dating her that the only women I have any kind of relationship with are the ones that seduce me. I told LV on several occasions that "I had no game with women" and wanted to work on that. This was long before I ever heard of "The Game." For a while I googled dating tips, Asked friends for advice, and just tried to become more sociable in general. Needless to say things were progressing slowly.

Then about four or five months ago I met this really Charismatic African man, [name unknown], who was just leading the conversation like a boss. Me and my buddy both felt an instant connection to him. and that's when we were introduced to "The Game" and NLP. That was exactly what I was looking for. It's hasn't been a magic bullet, but it sure accelerated my progress.

Through "the game" I discovered this forum. I discovered the science of the pick up arts. I never before had thought that ability with women was something I could learn with enough practice. For a while I did nothing but read every PUA book I could get my hands on, I've watched countless YouTube videos, and spent some time lurking on the forums. Before today, my last post was over a month ago. I figured knowledge could only get me so far. I needed to get out and start making approaches. I wanted to become comfortable approaching before trying to worry about anything else. I'm going to work this one step at a time.

I've been practicing my daygame around the campus of my community college. I have been using an opener I made up "dogs aren't an indoor animal" My opener is solid now. I can pull it out at anytime I want to approach a woman. That buys me at least a couple minutes of her time. I'm going to be looking up character traits to describe the basic responses I've been getting to my question. So I can use that as a minor form of qualification. I'm still every once in a while running into a girl who will throw me a curve ball answer I did not expect. That makes the conversation really interesting.

I also came up with a disqualifier of my own creation too "wetting the trampoline." Both are based on real life experiences.

Now I need to work on building attraction. I want to be able to carry on a conversation with a woman and I want her to want to continue talking to me. I'm working to come up with new conversational threads I can transition to also. I'm thinking psychology, skateboarding, and video games for now.

I've given up on getting numbers until I can build solid attraction. Numbers are easy. OR it's easy for a girl to give up a fake number.

Since I'm recovering addict I'm still trying to figure out who I am and what kind of activities I can do sober. I'm still not really sure how to get normal friends. Let alone dates. My idea of making friends was to load a bowl for the group. Now I get to attract people by my social skills alone. I'm loving it. I just have to figure out how they work. It's a fun process, learning something new everyday.[/code]