April 29th 2012 - Through Failure we are Forced to Learn how to Succeed

I was nervous, what else can I say. I decided to go to a club with a friend on Friday, we’ll call him “Jay” (keeping names hidden for personal reasons). We were in line and I was already panicking. I had planned to approach at least one woman that night with a stock opener I had read about. I got into the club, grabbed a drink with Jay, and proceded to scan the room for potential “targets”. As I looked around, I noticed a cute brunette, about 5’5, long hair, and a fairly attractive body. She was surrounded by three other girls who all seemed to be laughing and having a good time. I knew that I needed to approach quickly. I didn’t want to over think things, and I didn’t want to be that creeper who just stares at people from the corner of the bar.

 I walked up to her with little confidence and alcohol induced adrenalin. Trying to avoid making a direct B line to her, I walked as if I was walking past her, and then stopped as if something caught my interest. As I stopped, I leaned in a said “Hey, um, I have a question. Who do you think lies more, um....men or women?” As I said this, I knew immediatly I had failed. They looked at me and said “Men!” and then proceded to walk away leaving me staring at nothing. As they walked away, every bit of me was demoralized. I had failed in what I considered, a train wreck.

I went home early that night and decided to study my game. I rehearsed openers in front of a mirror and filmed my approach with a video camera critiquing every word, sigh, and hand gesture. I went so far as to practice walking to make sure that I walked in a confident and cool manner. I needed to succeed, failure was not an option. While I may not have succeeded this week, I WILL NOT fail next week. I plan to go back to the club with Jay next weekend. I’ll continue to practice all my openers and critique my game till I am confident that I can approach.

 Till next week,
 Prince

April 26th 2012 - My Journey Begins

It’s been over a year since she left me. It’s sad to think I haven’t been with anyone since she told me we were over. I’ve tried meeting women, but I can’t seem to initiate anything. I’m scared, alone, and lost. I’ve talked to women—at least made an effort to do so—but I can’t seem to be anything but a friend, or sadly even just an acquaintance. The whole thing frightens me. How can anyone just talk to a random woman and tell her he is interested? I’ve seen it done, so I know it’s possible, but I can’t seem to figure it out. Anytime I’ve approached a woman I always seem to get tongue tied and end up standing there awkwardly and silent as she analyzes just how pathetic I really am.

 My very self-worth is depreciating. If I was a stock on Wall Street, I’d be bankrupt. I’m 26, I work a mediocre job, and I’ve only ever been with one woman. How many 26 year olds do you know that have only ever been with one woman? Let me tell you, save a few virgins, I’m a rare breed. I don’t want to be like this anymore. I’m not looking for just sex—although that would be okay too—I really want someone in my life that matters. I want that female companionship I see so many other guys have. I want a woman to call my own.

 I’ve been reading and studying lately. No, I’m not in school, but I might as well be. I’m learning how to be socially competent by studying pickup artists. I know this might sound sleazy, but after reading the book The Game, and seeing all these shows and videos about average guys becoming pickup artists, I’m willing to try it. I’ve decided to dedicate this blog to documenting my journey from AFC (Average Frustrated Chump) to hopefully a PUA.

I'll start this weekend,
Prince