I'm going to present this as a brief summary of my life as it relates to pick up. I'm hoping it's not too lengthy, I tend to express myself more fully than most.

I would probably label myself as a rAFC, that is to say, I spent a great deal of time in a string of unsuccessful and disappointing relationships and came to the conclusion, that it was my fault not theirs. Up until around my 20th birthday I had a tendency to label myself as unlucky, or perhaps idealistic. I shrugged off earlier failures as a function of my being misunderstood or taken advantage of. I was under the classic hollywood, fairytale impression that if I just waited long enough, the right girl would come along, that God or fate or karma or some ying yang cosmological force would see that I deserved better and take pity on me. I was sorely mistaken.

My Dad used to tell me with respect to relationships that I should focus on BEING the right guy instead of LOOKING for the right girl. I don't think I ever really took that advice until recently. That said I'm no stranger to pick-up. Most of my friends over the years have have been what you would call "naturals", which is to say that they didn't need a how-to guide on the subject of women, they did it instinctively. One of these characters, to give you some idea of what I'm talking about, slept with over 22 different women his first semester of college. That's a little over one girl a week, not counting repeats. Needless to say, it was somewhat frustrating to observe someone so similar to me in every other respect, receive that kind of phenomenal success with women.

Most of these differences were moral or ideological. Growing up in a conservative Christian household I had very different ideas about how women ought to be treated, how I ought to behave with them, the barriers that ought to exist, etc. Ought and ought and ought. I was so consumed by what should be in my mind that I couldn't come to terms with the way things actually were. Couple things had to happen to bring me into a rather stark reality: 1) I had to get my heart broken, twice. 2) I had to patch it back together over the next few years through a series of hook-ups using the same techniques I had seen my friends using for years.

My problem had never been getting girls. I was attractive, well-spoken, intelligent, quiet, and reserved. I evoked an air of mystery that brought any number of girls into my hammock, lap, sleeping bag, whatever. My problem was getting the girls I WANTED to be attracted to me. Both the girls that broke my heart were 8 or 9's by any chauvinist bastards estimation. Since then I had contented myself with 6's and 7's. They were less intimidating, less vindictive, but ultimately less interesting and less worthwhile. Simply put they were too easy. I never felt nervous around them, never felt surprised or intrigued, I never felt anything. And that's what brought me at long last, to the pick up community.

I chose the name Classic* for several reasons. As I said before, I come from a fairly traditional background so my views on women still tend to be somewhat conservative. I'm also an avid reader, and have read a lot of classical writers, so it agrees with my academic and literary leanings. A classic maintains its value over time, it is always valuable, always relevant. And that's what I'd like to be, timeless.
As a result I am a strong advocate of Natural Gaming techniques, as these represent an adaptive, more organic model of social dynamics.

There are many breeds of PUA's out there, I would label myself the disillusioned romantic, a guy who tried to play it by the book but found the book outdated, and possibly even fictitious. Am I a cynic, No. An optimist, maybe. Perhaps for now i'm simply a methodist, and for those of you who appreciate puns, yes, I am also a Christian.

-Classic*

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