| Then and Now by Derail Lair (A year in the life of).
by Derail Lair on Tuesday, December 20, 2011 at 7:47pm
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GETTING BACK ON TRACK (A Pickup Artists Memoires)
THEN AND NOW
DERAIL LAIR a Year in The Life Of
The following is the true story of the past year of my life. Dedicated to all the men out there who think you will never get out of that hole you are in, keep digging, I dug my way out with my bare hands.
Id like to thank the following PUAs Alex Coulson, Style, Mystery, James Matadorr, J-Dog, Tara (wing girl), The pickup artist season 1 and 2 cast, David Deangelo, Grimble, Ross Jeffries, Love Drop, Discovery. You don’t even know the impact you guys had on my life.
Id also like to give a special thanks to my wingmen who have helped me along this journey, you guys are my best friends, Packer, J.H. aka Warface, Prophet. And Stavros, even though we haven’t sarged much, we will have fun in the future.
Thanks to my family, Brad, Derek, Shane, Donster, Brett, Liana, Denny, Holly, Brendon, Nicole, Jonny, and Summer my baby sister would not be here if Summer did not text me that night.
Rest in Peace Jonny, your family misses you so very much and loves you lots.
Thanks to my friends who are still here and my friends that I’ve met along the way.
December 21 2010
I can’t stop crying. My place is trashed. I’m pacing around my room shaking, crying, and puking. The only thing I can force myself to swallow is straight whiskey. I fucked up, she’s gone for good this time. I broke up with her because of the idea I had while seeing a psychotherapist. And now, I’m freaking out, staring at a knife on my bed and a rope, trying to figure out the less painfull way out. “Fuck my life!” I kept repeating as if I was expecting someone else to hear me and help me. But, no one was there. I am completely alone. I take a swig and lay on my floor crying. She won’t answer her phone, I said I was sorry. I made a mistake. What should I do? I know, I’ll run away I thought. I run away from everything. That’s what ill do. I drank until I passed out.
The next 2 days are a blur, she wouldn’t answer her phone and I drank 2 60 ounce bottles of Gibson silver whiskey in almost 3 days. I booked a hotel in Niagara Falls on Christmas eve. I brought my suit with me and about 200 pills of muscle relaxers, percacets, uppers downers, and all arounders. My plan was to kill myself.
December 23 2010
I’m in a nice hotel room in Niagara Falls. I’m all dressed nice, the note is written, the pills are on the table, the whiskey is getting drank. I made a funnel to dump the pills in with a drink I mixed. I’m gonna funnel them down my throat. I’m crying my eyes out. Here we go, it’s over. Then my phone rings. It’s a text message, it’s my baby sister. The message says.” Merry Christmas Darryl, miss you and love you. Where are you Chrissssstmaaaaass, im glad I foooouund yyoooouuu?”
I turned around and I was face to face with a big fucking mirror on the wall, I felt sorry for myself again, but not because my girlfriend is finally gone, but because I’m sitting in a hotel room on Christmas eve trying to commit suicide when I have the best family in the world at my grandmas having a blast. The tears stopped, I dropped the drink, I stared at myself for maybe half an hour. I said to myself “You came here to die, and that is what you did. Who you are dies right here.” I crawled into bed, constantly reading my baby sisters text message. I woke up the next morning and took off right away home. I was smiling again, for some reason I knew that things would change. I’m gonna change. I haven’t really done many things for just myself before, and this is for me. I WILL CHANGE.
I spent a lot of time over the holidays with my family and spent new years with 3 brothers in Quebec, it was the most fun id had in five and a half years. The first two weeks of January I saved up the money I owed my ex-girlfriends Dad and paid him. Six hundred dollars. Looking back I can’t believe I paid him. I thought it would get me back with her. But, here I am swamped in credit card and financial debt and the reason is because she fucked me over really good. And he is a fucking millionaire. But, I was desperate and sad then.
Half way through January I moved in with my brother in Toronto and went to school for my diesel mechanic apprenticeship. I was still a mess but, I was kind of keeping it together. My brothers and I have a Plenty of Fish account we started as a joke, and I was on it one day and I saw my ex-girlfriends picture. I lost it. I called her and she told me that it was just because she was looking for friends. I believed it, cause I was a pussy then. I promised myself I’m not gonna use that internet shit. Ill find a way.
5 Days Later…February 11 2011
I was sitting with my brothers girlfriend and we were looking at funny stuff on youtube. Then at the Google homepage I typed in How To Pickup Women. This barrage of sites and all this stuff came up. I clicked on the first one and it was a man named Alex Coulson, I watched his videos for like an hour with Liana (my brother’s girlfriend) and I was amazed. I told Liana,” I’m better looking than him, I can do that.” His advice was just talk to three random people today.
I put on nicer clothes and left the apartment. I got on the bus and I was sitting down. This is my first approach. My heart was beating so fast, there was a beautiful girl standing right above me. Had I known then what I know now, she would have been mine that day. Instead, I get up and say,”Here you go love. Have a seat.” She sits in my old seat and I stand there for about five minutes. The bus comes to a stop at the subway station and we get off. I say to the girl as we are walking, “Excuse me miss.” She actually sped up and walked away from me fast. Fucking sad eh?
I approached two more women that day and they both looked at me like I was creepy but the last two actually talked to me. At the end of my trip I went into a bar and figured I’d get drunk. I sit down and this gorgeous waitress serves me. I start talking with regular Hi. How are you bullshit. I asked her if she was fun, I didn’t know it was a routine I was just grasping at straws to keep talking to her. She replied, “Yes, im a blast. I was at The Bovine downtown Toronto and this cool band was playing.” I was like,” Really this past Saturday?” She was like,” Yes.” I said,”I was there too, my cousins band was the band playing.” Weird I thought. So, we shot the shit and I got my first number. I bolted home and I was so excited, I was telling my brother and his girlfriend all about my day. They were so happy for me.
The next day I found online, two highly recommended books to read for dating were The Game and Rules of The Game. I read The Game in three days and have since read it three times. While reading The Game there was this character in it named Mystery who I related to in a lot of ways, I was always in bands because I love entertaining people, kind of like him with his magic I thought, I was freaking out over a girl. So right after The Game I googled Mystery to see if he was a real person. He is, holy shit I thought. I went to the book store and ordered The Mystery Method Book. I read it in two days and have since read it three times and I have over seventy pages of notes I’ve taken from it. After that I started The rules of The Game challenge. Over the course of the next two months I was at school, but I already know enough about mechanics that the only reason I was there was get a piece of paper. I started studying Game like it was my job.
On March 17 2011, my twenty ninth approach and seventh number close, I got my first F-close ( my St.Pattys day field report for those who have read it). I felt amazing, there was life after my ex. But not only in women, in life. I was becoming more confident (sarging alone will do that to anyone) and happy. I started learning magic, psychic games, NLP, stand up comedy, vocal presentation, body language. I started researching every guru I could find, I signed up on seven forums. I have bad credit from my past relationship and I couldn’t afford a bootcamp. I thaught, if all these gurus can do it alone than I can. I bought rings, bracelets, new clothes, styled my hair, and started learning. I became a pickup machine. Whenever new friends and family would see me around April or May of 2011, they would say,”Wow, you are so different, you are glowing, you look happy.” I noticed it too.
I was on The Venusian Arts Forum when a man sent me a response to a message I had posted about wanting a Toronto wingman. His name is Packer. He called me up and we talked game and met at a bar downtown. He had done a workshop with Mystery, I was so intimidated. I remember when he walked in the bar. He was by far the coolest looking guy in the place, I knew it was him right away. He looked like Jonny Depp from blow with a serious tan. He was wearing cool things like necklaces and rings, bracelets, and cool clothes. I’ve never seen another pickup artist before. He was so cool. I stood up and shook his hand. His posture was very alpha male and confident. His grip almost squeezed my hand off. His voice was cool. I was very nervous. We talked for about twenty five minutes. He complimented me on my knowledge and my looks and my successes. He gave me props for doing this alone. It meant a lot.
We left the bar and went to a club in Toronto, my first sarge with actual wingmen, he had two other guys with him. We talked game and I watched Packer work, this guy was a fearless animal. He had no problem approaching, his game was smooth and organized. I remember being in a set and I did the nose wiggles when you talk neg, and the girl started freaking out. I didn’t know what to do and Packer just started laughing his ass off. I did well that night also, I number closed a girl who looked like Betty Boop, I ended up having sex with her a week later and a few more times after that.
One of the wings he introduced me too Jackson Hollywood aka Warface aka J.H. We call him Warface cause he has this crazy hilarious stare, but he likes Jackson Hollywood. This guy was a more spontaneous funny game. He knows the stuff but does his own thing.
I started sarging with these guys regularly but in June both Packer and Warface wanted time off because they had stuff to take care of. I kept sarging. I sarged with some weird fucking people. In total, I’ve sarged with seventeen different men. I regularly sarge with three of them and I keep in touch with six. Some of the guys were good and some were awful. I’m not gonna name names though.
Throughout the summer I had girlfriends and partied and met new friends and basically lived the life of a rockstar without being a rockstar. I moved into my own place near my job which I would later get fired from. But the summer months were really something else. I hadn’t ever been able to go up to a total stranger and make friends with them much if at all before. My game was increasing at a rapid rate and it shows, even I can feel it.
In September, Packer introduced me to a man named Prophet, I didn’t know who he was the first night I met him but we ran a couple of sets together and I was happy Packer introduced us because his game is phenomenal. I kept in touch with Prophet and he invited me to a Halloween party he was hosting. I brought a date (lamb to the slaughter field report) and ended up meeting more friends there and had a blast. I remember the girl I brought telling me,” I never wanna leave this place, your friends are so cool and said so many nice things about you.” I was like “Thank god for Game.”
I sarge now 6 nights a week, I have 3 wingmen and good friends in Prophet, J.H. (Warface), and Packer. We go out when we can, we hang out when we are feeling bummed out, we motivate each other to go out and we get each other laid. We are good friends. Those three guys are definitely the best friends I’ve had. Our game is getting so tight that we can almost read each others minds. And also a new wingman is coming around more also is Stavros, we have lots of fun times in the future. I can’t wait for one year from now.
September to December has been wild, I switched jobs in July and I was promised the world by this new company, so I took the offer. Two and a half months later I was fired simply because I am smarter than the boss and I posed a serious threat to him right off the bat. So, after that I decided to slow things down a bit. There is a saying “ If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’re gonna get what you’ve always gotten.” So I decided to sit back and look at my options in life. I was never happy being a mechanic, it was just a job that my parents and ex-girlfriend like that I did because it paid the bills. But, my ex fucked me over, my mother kicked me out every other month since I was 15, and my father bailed me out of jail and literally made me call him god once, I took that for 8 months and then had to get my ex-girlfriends dad to bail me out because I chose to go back to jail than stay with my father. The charges against me were dropped anyway, it was a drunken night with friends gone wrong. But, that was years ago. So, that being said, I sat back and thought, what is gonna make me happy?
I study pickup full time now, and I am going back to school for psychology or life coaching. Now, my life is amazing, I have great friends that wouldn’t tell the cops I did something to save their own ass, I have many women and all are hot. I’m cool, fun, good looking, and interesting. I have studied and still study many gurus and pickup tactics. I love the fact that I see a beautiful girl and I KNOW I can get her.
I’m talking to a fairly sweet blonde at the club, I’ve isolated her from her friends now. She has already met my friends and it’s on. I turn over and look over my shoulder. Prophet is looked in with a hot set. Packer is pulling on a girls hair extensions. J.H. is making fun of his target. And my target is typing her number into my phone as I crack a smile as I realize Derail is alive and well, there is no place I’d rather be right now.
Then, one year ago today, I was sad, depressed, suicidal, and had no self-esteem. Now, I’m happy, fun, cool, radiate positive energy and confidence, and I am great with the ladies. Thank god for game. I am actually the one my friends and family come to when they are feeling down or in a rough patch.
Happy Sarging…Derail Lair
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