Confidence. Once confidence fell in line, everything else followed. Keep in mind that yesterday was my first time going all out, balls to the walls; basically not giving a fuck about rejection. The situation: a frat Halloween party. Now let's take a look at the score board:

- I came into the house knowing no one except my wingman. I left a legend. I've never been asked if I'm going to rush so many times in one night.
- Grinded on 5-7 random HB's
- Found the best dancer in the house. I'm not kidding, this was literally the best ride of my life. Her friends cockblocked me at the end of the night, but I'm sure if they hadn't, she'd be a freak in bed.
- Made out with and fingered the sexy police officer (all on the dance floor, btw).


Now, I can't take all of the credit for how awesome last night was. My wingman, Austin, is a natural. The kid initialized the first few sets and got me going, then disappeared with an HB8. It was basically the equivalent of teaching me how to ride the bike, then taking away the training wheels. I couldn't have asked for a better setup.

The moral of this story? Life as a PUA is fucking awesome. Now that I know what it's like, I'm never going back. This is going to be one hell of a journey.

Cheers,
Noah