Gentlemen,

I dare call myself a masterAFC. For years I've been doing exactly what "the game" explicitly told us NOT to do and I've mastered the part of the cat-string theory in which the AFC throws the entire spool of thread right into the HB's hands.

The result:
There's a dozen of girls walking around thinking I am their BFF and I ended up empty handed.

Now luckily for me, two things happened:

1. I moved to the other end of the country.

2. There's this book, The Game, that I gave a friend of mine for his birthday. Obviously, I ended up reading it myself.

I laughed my arse off, discovering how I managed to f*ck up my game with 2 HB9's I've been seeing some time ago - not simultaneously, since I was being an AFC.
And then this grin appeared on my face, not unlike a comic villain thinking of world domination. I decided I was going to learn a lot about pickup and I was going to practice, alot.
Now don't get me wrong, I do not necessarily need to become a mPUA, I just want to become that guys that gets pretty girls
(Btw if any of you guys have any suggestions on how to open up these hb9 games again, you're welcome)

Enough said. You'll hear from me in my first field report that I owe you all.
I'm just dying to start sarging this weekend!

Pleased to meet you,

Your next partner in crime.