I suppose a brief overview of my plight might be best to start my introduction. I'm 23 years old. I was born into the Mormon religion and up until about a year ago remained in good standing in the church's eyes. For those unfamiliar with the Mormon belief system, it is a very socially complex religion with a strict moral code and stringent penalty book.
To be Mormon however is not to be unequivocally A-social. With my parents, though, I was homeschooled and only ever permitted to attend church related activities. I was socially cramped, and hungry for some kind of acceptance outside the confines of the chapel walls.
Hence, I decided it was in my best interest to leave behind the faith of my fathers and search for my own road.
I can't tell you how incredibly hard this was. I moved impromptu from my parents home in Virginia and jobless and without a place to stay, I moved to Philadelphia where I have since stayed.
Adjusting to a "normal" life took time. Even something as menial as ordering coffee was foreign to me.
I took a job in marketing and over the course of the past year have discovered just how exciting my life can really be.
I missed out on things like prom, homecoming, etc. As I grew up. Because of my career choice I also missed out on the excitement of a college life.
It was an adventure as I spread my proverbial wings of freedom. I started drinking coffee. I slowly began saying the occasional "bad word". I began drinking on occasion. I've experienced a lot that I never thought before I would. Socially, I've grown to heights previously unattainable to me.
I have just one last problem that for all my social skills and marketing experience I can't get past.
Women are like another planet to me.
I love em, and yet I don't understand em.
Over the course of the past few months I've opened myself up a bit and worked up the courage to start going to a few local bars and clubs. This led to meeting some cute girls, dancing my Ass off, having some awesome weekends...
But in it all there is one major problem. I have yet to ever "close the deal" with a woman. Yes, I'm saying that I am still a virgin. 23... I'm a fairly cool guy (or so I think anyways). Notbad looking...
Simply put, I'm still terrified like a 12 year old boy to run for the endzone. I'm terrified ill mess it up. I know that doesn't matter and there's always another girl but I've never had the know how or balls to take it anything past the non-commital kissing you get under the laser lights on a dance floor.
This led me to this site. Is like to imrpove my "game". I have a full skill set. I know what I have to do. It's just the dillema of actually perfoming said actions that leaves me perplexed and weak-legged.
So, this is JRadTheBad signing in.
I'd like assistance as I begin documenting my journey this year from AFC to PUA.
Any assistance from the coomunity would be both appreciated and heard.
So to start out, just a simple question, to improve my game, should I just continue going to clubs and bars on the weekends like normal or should I commit more time (and consequently money) to practice?