Preface: I am writing this to document where I started from and where I want to be.

The Beginning: I grew up in a religious family. Both of my parents were immigrants. They where very strict and I lived a sheltered life. Im talking no pg-13 movies until I was 13 and I had to close my eyes when anything violent or sexual happened on screen. I went to a privet school for junior high and transferred back to public for High school. Thankfully I had some not so sheltered neighbors that became friends that helped me stand up for myself. I ended up jumping out of my window after being grounded by my parents for a reason I still cant remember (Live in a split level house, my room was on the second level). My parents stopped grounding me after that. I was the socially awkward kid throughout High school. I hung out with my childhood friends outside of school and went from table to table at lunch, never really forming a click. I sharpened pencils for hot girls and let them cheat off my papers. I didn’t really make any friends except when forced to work with them for projects. I started hanging out with some classmates outside of school and went to a party every once in a while. I was the wallflower for most of these. I never ended up having a girlfriend in High School. I didn’t ever get asked to Tolo or go to Prom. I lost my virginity the summer of senior year to a coworker (I used to work at McDonalds) who just broke up with her boyfriend. This was just a drunken fling and she later got back together with her ex. I got accepted to WWU. I had a really chill roommate who smoked tons of pot and was very social. I ended up dating a McChick (different girl) from back home as a long distance thing. She would drive an hour to campus on the weekends and we talked and texted throughout the week. The sex went from good to alright. She started acting different. One night it got to me and I asked her what changed. She confessed to cheating on me and I broke up with her. I spent the next year and a half as a hermit, only interacting with classmates (when forced to), my roommate and the people he brought over. I started slacking in my classes and lost direction. It is then that I decided to take a year off of college to figure out what I wanted to major in. I moved back in with my parents and started hanging out with my childhood friends (I will refer to them from now on as my bros). I felt worthless. I was 20, didn’t have a job and still lived with my parents. I decided I needed to take action and do something to get my life back on track. I thought back to when I was happier. I started thinking about the good times I had with my Ex. I needed a girlfriend. I started looking around the internet for information on how to pick up chicks and stumbled upon a website that mentioned The Game. I downloaded the ebook and quickly read it. This led me to read countless other articles and books including the mystery method. I had a thing for a bro’s girl. (I wrote about it in a thread) and didn’t really go anywhere with it. My first sarge mission was a major success that ended up with a kiss close.(wrote a thread on this too). I was consistently number closing but having trouble with escalating to day2. I finally got one with a hb8 that I number closed while getting ice cream with my parents. We went to a hookah bar and hung out in a tattoo parlor’s parking lot waiting for her friend to show up. She never showed up and we ended up making out. I somehow managed to get her to spend the night, but was too chicken shit to escalate to sex. I woke up to her giving me head. I visited her at work the next day and she told me that she just got out of a serious relationship and didn’t want to lead me on. I said I undersood and haven’t talked to her since. I tried my luck with online sarging. I ended up getting a day2 with a girl I “knew” back in highschool. I was getting good at sarging. I felt like a new man. I was a master at push pull. I could effectively bait, hook, reel, release. I was good at negging. I ended up making out, finger banging and getting head in her car (I didn’t have a car at the time). We talked about sex, babies, stds and a whole bunch of shit that was too serious for a first date. We ended up seeing each other for around a month. At some point and time, she wrote me a letter and we had the talk about defining our relationship. I was fine with casual sex and she wanted a relationship. The letter was an ultimatum: relationship or just friends. I gave in to her demand and settled down. We went out for 7 months. We had a lot of ups and downs. She helped me get my current job. I distanced myself from my bros to spend more time with her. We went on stupid adventures that are some of the best memories I have. We had sex whenever and wherever possible. She wasn’t on the pill and was cool with me not wearing a condom and pulling out. This led to a baby scare that went on for a month since she had irregular periods. We went through multiple breakups and had amazing makeup sex. After the latest breakup, she told me that she was raped at a party and got herpies. We had a huge argument over the future of our relationship which went on over the span of a week and ended up with her telling me to leave her alone.

The Present: I have a job (I work a graveyard shift…work all night, sleep all day). I sill live with my parents. I lost contact with my bros. I feel like an AFC. I started reading some self help books in search for further bettering myself (the Venusian arts is just the start). Two books that helped me emensly are: No More Mr. Nice Guy! and Assholeology. As a result, I feel more confident in myself then ever before. I am making new friends at work (my shift is getting dissolved so I will be working with new people but its all good). I took a break from pickup, but want to get back into it. Some of the material in the new books I read conflict with the teachings of pickup. I am fucked up about it but will figure it out.

Future: I want to finish college and be the Van Wilder on campus. I want to be a PUA. I want to make some money.