"It's the proper combination of cool plus amazing that equals awesome"

Hello everybody.

It was strongly suggested to me that I introduce myself to the forum. So here's at 'er.

I'm not your typical skinny white kid. Although don't get me wrong.. I'm a skinny white kid. I was always rather popular in Highschool but my involvement with the opposite sex, although existent, never met what I was craving. I'm a greedy bastard what can I say.

Anyhow right out of Highschool I joined the Canadian Army. I'm pretty good at what I do, what can I say. Not modest.

But this seems to be where my story starts. While building my career I became.. I wont say goal oriented. Let's think of it more as a one track mind. Got guns. Want girlfriend.

After a series of disastrous break ups I started to get just a little bit ticked off. Mix that with lack of sleep, rain, mud, loud noises, explosions, bugs, alcohol, oh and we're in a war too. I started to fucking lose it.

Well fuck this shit I said to myself one day. I turned in my boots and combats for dress shoes and a cheap suit. I went off to be a marketer. Low and behold, as I tried to build this new career, I met a girl. We'll call her Girl. At least. That's what I always do.

Suddenly, with love, my pain subsided. I wasn't cracking anymore. I was happy. So off with the tie! I was probably going to get fired anyhow, I fucking sucked at selling shit. Back to the army for me! Job of my dreams, girl of my dreams. Perfect.

History repeats itself.

Fuck this shit.

Enter David DeAngelo

Welcome back girlfriend.

So, things seem to work out a little different this time. A fool is the one who repeatedly does that which does not work. I was no longer a fool. But now cocky as all hell!

Aviators plastered across my face all day long, Ace of spades in my helmet, as walking had become marching, marching became a strut.

Enter nickname.

The birth of Hollywood.

I wont talk about my ascending skill as an AFC turning PUA. But I will disclose that Girl and I fell back on hard times.

A wise man once told me. Go fuck twelve more chicks then tell me how important she was.

Wouldn't it be scary if a machine issued itself it's own orders?

Welcome to my mission.. my operation.

As a celebration I'm opening up the forum to a little competition.

Who's gonna come up with the best name for my operation. The one I choose will be used as the title for a series of field reports marking my progress from Day one to girl twelve.

Goodluck.