Wow, what a weekend. I'm sitting here right now looking back on it all, and man, things went according to plan (well, sort-of). It was my buddy's 21st birthday and I managed to throw one hell of a bash for the guy. Might I add he and I both got laid in the process? Add a keg, tons of punch, and a house full of girls and you've got a damn good party. Definitely made a memorable night for the guy. And the day before that-- Thursday, to be exact-- I winged with my boys and got two easy numbers from some cuties (One of which I am still talking to and escalating with). Needless to say, this semester has been a bit weaker than my previous to semesters. Seriously, I'm bound and determined to change that. But first, let's take a trip back to my adolescent years.

Growing up, I was always that "shy" kid. You know, the one that blushes and doesn't say a word, clings to Mom and Dad's leg, and takes forever and a day to get comfortable with unfamiliar people. This led up into high school and ultimately lasted until about the middle of my freshman year in college. I was a pretty good athlete and got every opportunity to hang out with the "in-crowd," but I never took advantage of these opportunities. I was the complete definition of a nice guy and had no clue about how to shack up with girls, much less talk to them. I was always a good friend of extremely attractive girls, but never anything more. And believe me, it hurt. When you start seeing everyone else around you in your social circle having fun, partying it up, and enjoying the company of beautiful girls without you... you start to wonder. And that's just what I did. I questioned myself as an individual and eventually blamed it on being born without the natural abilities. On top of all of this, I never had a girlfriend. Not once.

With each year in high school came homecoming dance. And guess what, I missed out on every one of them. I was damn lucky that I found a date for prom and that ended up an epic bust. I called up a gorgeous long-time friend that went to a different high school and she gladly accepted, but only on "friend terms." Obviously. So prom comes around and I get looking spiffy in anticipation of my date, and boy, she looked GORGEOUS. If there was any other time for me to pimp out, it would have been this night. I can't tell you how many comments I got and how many looks were thrown our way (from both guys and girls). Sadly, I dropped copious amounts of money on the cost of a limo, a hundred bucks at dinner at an upscale restaurant, and I was such a CHICKEN SHIT that I didn't even dance with her. How lame. Even worse, my best friend left his date and started hitting on mine... and she left me to hang out with him! This was rock bottom for me. I knew I fucked up and I knew it was time to change. The problem was I didn't know how to. That is, until I read "The Game" by Neil Strauss and was instantly immersed into the pickup and seduction community.

I'd venture to say that I finished "The Game" in about two days. Reading this book really opened my eyes to a world I'd have never thought existed. To hear about a guy who had the humble beginnings of my own transform himself into an outright ladies' man was nothing short of amazing to to a poor chump like myself. I caught on to the workings of the pickup and seduction community and soon found myself studying every method under the sun. With that said, I brought a whole new meaning to the term "information overload."

Method after method, I gained new knowledge. My problem? I never applied the shit. There's no use for knowledge that will never be practiced and applied, so I had a decision to make. I could grow some balls and take what I learned, and throw myself out there into the "field," or I could continue to be the pussy that I was and pretend I knew my shit. So I chose the former. I was at the tipping point anyway, so I figured there was no loss in giving it my all.

So, freshman year of college rolled around and I was instantly thrown into the social scene. It was a much needed fresh start since I didn't know a single soul, and I made it a priority to start chatting it up. It felt GOOD to know I was starting with a clean slate and a new identity. I managed to hit up a fair share of parties that year, being that I was previously a "virgin" to the party scene. This helped me establish some connections with others, but I still wasn't getting the results I so desperately sought after. Despite all of the material I studied, I still didn't understand the dynamics of college seduction and how to apply it. Frustrated, I went out to the local club every Tuesday and Thursday with my boys, and literally forced myself to cold approach. Alcohol free I might add! And while this was a huge change in my life, my progression was still hindered. Something just wasn't clicking!

I had a few opportunities thrown my way for hooking up (at least 4 or so) during freshman year and I was lucky to take advantage of one particular occasion, which led to my first ever sex encounter. Even better, I was the first in my social circle to score in college. This was a HUGE confidence booster and it really paved the way for future success.

Now let's jump to my sophomore year. This was my year of golden opportunity and the year I really got my shit together. I got ahold of a book called "College Dating Dynamics" (a bad ass book, by the way) and really nailed how to set up social circles and make them work for me. I met so many girls that year, got a good five or six one-nighters during the fall semester, and even managed to spark up my first relationship. I dated this girl on the dance team for a good six months, before I got tired and was ready to jump back in the game. On top of all this, I decided to try out greek life and proceeded to go through rush (a lot of crazy fun but not worth the trouble in my opinion). After rush and a week of pledge-ship, I decided the lifestyle wasn't for me, but I still managed to gain some MASSIVE social proof with the fraternities and sororities on campus. I was also known for throwing some sweet parties and to this day my group is still known for killer nights. All of this helped to build some major influence on campus and ultimately shaped what I am today. Now, even with all of this, I still wasn't perfect.