Well Gents, it's been real, but I'm out. Yeah, that's right. I'm done with pickup. What?! Why?!?! It's complicated, as it always is, but let me try to break it down short and sweet for you:
1. I don't do pickup.
Not anymore. Actually, the amount of time I spent trying to gain the validation of women was extremely short lived. There are two kinds of guys here. Some just want sex. That's awesome (well, arguably it's sad too but I'm not going to get into that. It's not worth my time.). Others are looking to fill that void in their life, only to find out girls won't fill it. That's me. So I do an approach here and there when I feel like it, but I have no shortage of beautiful women in my life. I'm a natural. I work like a natural. It's that simple.
2. This isn't fun anymore.
It's not. I'm burnt out. Giving advice killed any hope that I had left in humanity. Some guys have it, some don't. I'm done wasting my time on the ones who don't.
3. I'm becoming the epitome of asshole.
I don't give two f*cks what your sob story is. If you're going to take my critical advice personally then you never stood a chance, but I realize that I'm starting to take things too far and need to get out while I still care (though it's probably too late).
4. I'm too young for this.
I'm 21 years old. Self explanatory.
5. I've said enough.
I have, and all I'm doing anymore is repeating myself. Not to mention everything I have left to write comes down to morals and ethics, and this isn't a place for that. I'm not going to argue with people. Not to mention many have openly said they don't care about it, which is really sad because that's what really matters. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, This Thread is a good example.) In all honesty all I've ever written here is basic, shallow sh*t. I've handed out band aids when yall needed chemo. Don't worry, I'll conclude this final post with everything I ever wrote, I'm just saying it's only fundamentals. I can and will do better.
You're probably all wondering what I'm going to do now. I can tell you that I'm NOT going to be a professional PUA. Not unless I get picked up by a company and they pay me a sh*t ton of money. I want to write, REALLY write, somewhere between Emerson and Hunter S. Thompson. Hell, maybe even Tolle material. What will you write? Creative Nonfiction. I'll continue to blog about whatever the f*ck I want/whatever I feel like at any given moment. But most importantly...
I'll write a book on pickup. Yes, just one book. Possibly two but I wouldn't count on it. I can guarantee you it won't be any time soon. It will most likely be many years from now, but the content will make everything about pickup obsolete. It will make The Game as a starting point laughable. It will be a f*cking encyclopedia. I'm in no rush to get it done; I want it to be the best and that'll take years. Just know it'll happen. Granted, these are all my plans as of right now. Everything's subject to change.
If you want to know where to find me, my blog is in my signature, though who knows how long that'll be active. Just the same with girls, I make no promises. I'd say holla at the All Stars, but don't. Don't bother them with trivial things like that.
Which brings me to this point: If you think you want to get a hold of me, don't. I'm climbing the ladder and shoving guys off who are in my way, so you can gather that I'm done helping others climb too. You want to know why it (success) is lonely at the top? It's because people don't have what it takes. You don't have what it takes, and if you do you don't need my help anyway; however, I will say this: If you DO have something complex that you're really struggling with and you AREN'T a piece of sh*t, I'll help you. But I swear to God if you hunt me down just to ask how to get over Approach Anxiety or what to respond to her text (OR the best of them all, how to get your ex back) I will find you, beat you within breaths of life, wrap you in duct tape, piss on your face, and finally leave you in a corn field. (That's all a lie. It would take too much work and I would have to go out of my way. I will simply ignore you, but if I ever see you I will make fun of you and hope that you cry.)
Oh, I did forget to mention this: If you want to get a hold of me just to become friends, that would be LOVELY, assuming you aren't a douchebag, though you probably are. But seriously, there's nothing I love more than guys who don't want to talk to me about game. If you're cool, deep (but not too deep), and just want to have fun, awesome. Hit me up on Myspace. (That was a joke. I don't even know anyone who uses Myspace anymore. Try Facebook.)
And with all that said I wish you the best on your journey. Thanks to the guys who helped me out when I was first starting and much love to the friends I've made along the way. And of course, a big thank you to Bill for all of the free content and hosting the site. Without him I'd still be a chump. Again, Much Love and Godspeed.
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College Guys: New Semester Opener
Death to the Neg
Extended Social Circle (Field Report)
Extended Social Circle [Part 2]
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Get Verbal Consent: Save Your @$$
How to Get Your Ex Back
How to Set an Emotional Anchor
Let Her Down Easy
My Direct Game Frame
My Night Game Field Report
My Sex Playlist
My Three Baby Steps to Beating Severe aa
Social Proofing Your Facebook
So You Think You Want Your Ex Back
Specialist Directory: Find the Expert Right for You
The Friend Zone, Long Distance Relationships, and One-itis
The Intent of Texting: Doing It Right
Using Compliance Tests
We Disagree: My Problems with PU
Why I Fly Solo (And How to Get Abundance)