FUCK CHARLES

Everyone has that little voice in their head giving them non logical advice, such as:

Don't go talk to her
She probobaly doesn't like you
What is the point of going out
It is going to be terrible

Well this wednesday, a friend of mine invited me to a Daft Punk tribute concert which sounded awesome. Told her I was going earlier in the week and of course the night of the concert that little voice peaked its head. Telling me that the whole thing was going to be terrible, boring and I would hate it. Sitting on my bed having that same feeling of approach anxiety about going out (I have never been to a EDM type concert, even though I LOVE EDM), I decided to just go. My whole life changing thing, is about being uncomfortable. That is how you become comfortable in seemingly uncomfortable scenarios. I had a fucking blast!

Once home, I started to reflect on my decisions to go out. Why the fuck have I ever listened to that stupid mother fucker in my head. I decided to give him a personality and a name, this way I could seperate the things he was saying from what I wanted to do. His name is Charles now, a 40 year old slob wearing a wife beater and boxers, with beer stains. Now everytime I want to go do something, I just go. If Charles starts to talk, I just think to myself Shut the fuck up Charles'!

-Alex

Pictures of said event:

Poouh Plateau

So trying to become a Jedi Master without a Yoda fucking sucks. We've definitely hit a plateau and sort of have an idea at what we're doing wrong but no one to guide us. In the end we will be stronger for it. There's leaders and there's followers but I'd rather be a dick than a swallower.

Realizing your mistakes is the first step to growth. We're going to have to push our limits in pickup in order to succeed. I'm gonna start by wearing a Peter Pan costume and maybe a wig next time we go out sarging. Doing good though, a lot better then most guys actually. The AFCs who want to sit at home and masturbate instead of going out and looking for human contact. I'm screaming out fuck that. No real purpose to this post other than to let some stuff out. May the Poouh God be with us.

-Ian

First Post!

     Welcome to our new site, nothing fancy just us posting about what is going on in our lives. Today it is Alex posting and today went TERRIBLE! Ian and I go out to the mall because its raining, tons of people so we get excited (it's usually not busy during the week), so we both open right away. Rejected by both and in a strange way, just complete blow off, okay fine we are still warming up. Next set goes the SAME way, we maybe approached 3 or 4 sets just complete blowout after another. We had to take a break and rethink some things, after eating we decided to just keep going perhaps some indirect game to see where that lands us. Ian goes into a set and looks like it is doing really well. FINALLY!

     He number closed, boosted my hopes and had him feeling better. Okay so it is possible and not every girl has her bitch shield up to 9000 (OVER 9000!!!!!!!), I go open a set and went for the number close. The girl said something to me that I didn't even think about "I don't even know you..." my first reaction was "There's only one way to find out" but really, she had a good point. Something that I have been ignoring from my game for a while is just going on rants about my own adventures so they can relate to me, instead of just me trying to relate with them. Next couple of sets for me were uneventful, but they went much better once I adapted that to my game.

    Ian quoted someone earlier today when we were having a rough time and it totally makes sense "Its the days that you do poorly that you grow the most.". No idea who said it, but GOD DAMN its true.

-Alex