The importance of confidence in pick up and more significantly in life, cannot be stressed enough.

My name is Mr Slipstream and I am ready to change my life

I want to share with you my journey thus far, my ups and my downs, the important details and how I am ready to change my life forever.

In 2008 I made a startling discovery, one that I suspected would change my life and propel me to new heights. I was excited, energised and motivated. I had unearthed the discovery that taught me that attracting women was like a science, a technique that could be practiced, built upon and mastered. I dived in...but foolishly I didn't take the time to learn how to swim. So, I waded and splashed haphazardly in the vast ocean of pickup. Eventually, I found my feet and began moving forward, only shuffling at first, but soon small steps turned into leaps and then into jumps. I smashed through walls of AA getting drunk on the feeling of confidence when I could just approach women off the bat, not giving it a thought. I was getting success

In September 2008 I arrived at University, my arena to unleash the weapons I had acquired, to grow in my skills, learn more about women, pickup and ultimately myself...On my first night out I was oozing a palpable confidence that seemed to draw them in. I pulled a HB7 or something like that and regularly pulled HB7-8s after that.

Feeling I had made a good amount of progress with women, once cripplingly shy, now feeling an unstoppable confidence, I decided it was time I settled for the kind of GF I felt I deserved. There was one girl I kept a keen eye on throughout my time at Uni, not amazingly attractive, possibly a HB7.5, 8 if we're being generous but she had the kind of personality I had never seen in a girl before and I fell for it immediately. She showed great signs, I was convinced she was interested, we got along so well and we became friends. To cut a VERY long story short, while I was focusing on other women I let her slip out of my hands and into the hands of one of my friends at the time, a decision I regret... but even he couldn't hold it together and no relationship came out of that. For a whole year I stood on the side-lines watching her get with other guys, guys who I knew weren't half of me, my feelings for her getting stronger and stronger until I decided I HAD to make a move, just so I wasn't asking myself "What if?" for the rest of my time at Uni. We talked about the kind of guys she liked..."Nice guys" she said, claiming she didn't have a "type" or "taste"...and there the trap was set.

I decided I needed to show, rather than tell her how I felt. I carved out an elaborate plan to "woo" her. To give her a gift that represented how much she meant to me...to be a "Nice guy". So much thought went it to it, I look back now and wonder how I even came up with it. It involved music, meteor showers and poetry, thoughts down to the tiniest details like her favourite sweets, all of which were important to me. It was set up beautifully.

On the night I went to give it to her I went up to her house...she wasn't in. I tried calling, no answer. Of course I wanted to make sure she got it so I waited outside for her for a time I'm too embarassed to tell. Eventually, I gave up and left it outside her house with a letter attached, not at all how I wanted to share my feelings for her. The next day, I found out while I was waiting outside in the cold to tell her how I felt about her she was making out with some other guy at his house...and in the end, all I got for my efforts was a "Thank you".

I gave her my best and it wasn't good enough...

Guys, this whole episode robbed me of my confidence and shook my self-esteem to it's core and plunged me into a world of self-loathing for almost a year. I couldn't understand why she went for the chumps, they weren't better than me and what makes it worse was the guy she was making out with on that night, she ended up seeing for a time and he cheated on her immediately. (serves her right if you ask me)

Since that day women became a puzzle to me again, I couldn't approach for the life of me. I relapsed back into the shy guy that needed the approval of women to feel attractive.

I don't think I've done a great job of explaining how deep this rabbit hole goes, the situation is far more complicated than I can explain in this little white box but I will never forgive her for robbing me of my confidence but I will thank her for taking me back to where I can start afresh. I'm ready to get back on the horse and take control of my social and love life again.

My name is Mr Slipstream and I have been born again.

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I'm not here to impress you, I'm here to impress upon you...