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Friday, 17 of June.

It was Friday, it was time to game. I've been ready in my mind, I've been waiting for the day that I can finally go out after a hard week of work. I had planned with my friend to do some real sarging on Saturday, so on Friday we were not really counting on purposefully trying some approaches. It is stupid because a real Pick Up Artist, a real Casanova, has no especial time for pick up; when SHE shows up, that's the right time.

In any case, my friend was meeting a married couple for beers. So, it is the married couple, American girl and French boy, random guy from Italy, my Friend from Canada, and I; sitting on a bar, talking bullshit. Around 23.30 we moved to a different bar in the Latin Quarter of Paris, a place called the Long Hop, an American bar frequented by many international people. At this time the Italian guy is gone... we're at the dance floor and the married couple is encouraging my friend and I to approach, let's call my friend CA (he's from Canada).

CA: Do you see anything you like?
Me: Yeah, that cute girl over there, the shortest in the group with curly hair. [She's in a set with 2 more girls and 1 boy.]
CA: Alright let's approach! [My friend goes to the set, I follow him with a lot of hesitation in my heart, he gets there but hesitates and says nothing, so I intervene.]
Me: Hey guys, where are you from...
Set: From France... blah blah [Showing no interest.]

Set is blown, no way of rescuing it. Second:

Two girls from the Netherlands dancing on their own, I talked my friend into approaching and he opens the set by talking to one of the girls. I immediately talk to the other girl... "hey, where are you from?" My standard opener when I don't come up with anything better to say. She was very receptive, we danced, talked a little, asked for my name, I said: "I'm sure you're not gonna remember." She's cool with that, we danced some more... my friend's conversation with the other Dutch girl was losing power; I talked to her, get her vibing and laughing again and my friend restarts conversation once more with a better energy. I taught the girl I'm with some funny dance move... then I asked her name, she gave it, I told her my name, and I made sure she remembered it... all in a playful way: but it was no good, maybe I miscalibrated it a bit, she lost interest! Then our conversation stopped, she asked her friend to go to the toilet... we didn't see them again.

Set three, (apparently) two French girls having a conversation... one Blonde, one Asian looking. My friend opened but he lacked energy, I tried to intervene but it was no good. Burnt!

Set fourth, 5-set, two cute girls are dancing with a tiny boy from India, another girl dances with a dude. This tiny boy was doing his thing, but the girls were looking a little uncomfortable. Even though they were friends, this guy was to grabby, touching too much beyond their comfort level... the girls were feeling kind of embarrassed. I approached. I was getting strong eye contact from one girl (let's call her F1), but the Indian guy was jealous and very protective so he kind of tried to get in the way; but he couldn't dance with both of the girls at the same time. He decided to focus on the other girl (F2), so it gave me the chance to talk to F1. She was responsive, everything was perfect... but the Indian guy was getting impatient and tried to AMOG me; I'm undeterred, smiling, confident. The Indian guy decided then to go to the toilet; I gamed the two girls and befriended them... I ended up talking to F2 (she's a little horny, she's wearing a tiny dress and probably she's feeling very hot). When the Indian guy came back he started dancing with F1... F2 told me that the third girl was having her birthday and asked me to sing her a happy birthday song. There was a lot of shuffling going on there, mostly because of the impatience of the little Indian dude... CA popped up a couple of times, I introduced him to the group but he was losing state and his energy was low so he decided to stay away and wait for me. I said to F2 that I must meet my friend but that I'll meet her again later: I left the set.

Around 1.40, lights were on, the party was coming to an end. I was talking to my friend... I left to pee and promised to come back. On my way back I made a little detour to meet F2, I said something random to restart conversation, then:

Me: Let me take you out for dinner sometime. [I've been thinking to use that line for quite some time, aiming at being more direct, giving more direct statements of intent.]
F2: Blah, blah... [She didn't really get what I said.]
Me: Is it OK if I take you for dinner some time? [Louder] I had a great time talking to you [or some variation of that.]
F2: Yeah, that'd be great! [She seems enthusiastic.]
Me: I need a way to contact you, what's your number.

I get her number while the little Indian dude dances with F1.

Me: I gotta meet my friend, he's over there, but it was really nice meeting you. [Kissed her sweaty cheeks the French way.]
F2: blah, blah blah [made some remarks about F1 laughter...]
Me: [followed up conversation on F1 laughter.] Alright, see you later. [Sweaty hugs and kisses.]

I met my friend and we leave. None of the girls in all the sets we approached were really attractive, 7s at most.

I'll try to contact F2 and plan a day-2. I hope she doesn't flake. (She did, possibly fake number... texted, no answer)

Saturday is the planned day. I'm meeting my friend from Canada early to make some game plan. There will be no excuses. It's gonna be true game, true party!
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Today is Wednesday 15th of June. Unfortunately I won't be able to go out until Friday night to put into action my game plan. Tomorrow Thursday and Friday I have to arrive to work early because I have full day of experiments. Does this sound as an excuse? At this moment I have not considered the possibility of trying day game and approaching women at the train station, at the bus to work, at the restaurant of the institute I work. However, if I am to become a PUA, a Pick Up Artist, a Casanova of the XXI century, I should be able to initiate an interaction with women at any time.

Some people say that "day game" is a lot easier than nightclubs. I totally disagree; nightclubs are my second home, I feel completely at easy in the discotheque. So that is why for the moment I will focus on "night game". Nevertheless, I shall make a game plan that I can use in everyday situations, so that if I see a girl that I like, say in the suburban train (known as RER in the Paris region); I know what to do. In any case, I feel that I'm a hundred times more likely to approach at a nightclub than with the sun shining on my face. I acknowledge that this is just a stupid, unreasonable, and unjustified statement, a limiting belief.

If you have read from my first post, you should know that I spent five years in Sweden doing a PhD. I'm actually a scientist... during the day I go to a laboratory, I do experiments (that hopefully will change the destiny of human kind for the better), I read, write, and discuss scientific topics, I am surrounded by nerds with no ambition, no hot girls, not even cute girls...

In any case, for the moment I'll be preparing and studying my game plan for Friday and Saturday night, and by Monday 20th I should be posting the results of my sarge. I will also keep in mind to try some approaches during the day, but I still have some issues with it... like Mystery said, the nightclub is my dojo.

Last Thursday night I was out with a male friend. He invited me to some sort of concert at an art gallery, completely free, the show and the booze: many opportunities to approach, but I did not. However after the concert we went to a crappy bar called "The Hiddout", the one at Boulevard des Lombards; mostly frequented by students. There I did approach two sets directly, one indirectly... but I was already too drunk and stupid:

The first set, two young French girls (20 +/- 2 years) standing at the bar.

Me: Hey guys, real quick, can I get your opinion on something?
Girl: NO!!

Alright, so that didn't go pretty well.

Second set, also two young French girls about the same age; I don't remember exactly how I opened. I talked to one of them only, the other one got entertained with some random French dude. We had a nice friendly conversation, but she was more into the bartender, it seemed like they knew each other. In any case, I didn't have a game plan at all. LAME.

Third set, I asked my friend: "can you talk to this chick, ask her where is she from, and then introduce her to me?". He did so and the set opened, she happened to have a friend from Colombia; a pretty cool girl. We ended up having an interesting conversation for quite some time, where she did most of the talk. I feel that I could have number-closed, but I didn't. I was too drunk... ended up buying a round of beers for her group of friends for no reason; stupid me, the effects of drunkenness.

At this time I was quite wasted, I came back home around 6.00 am of Friday. I couldn't go to work, of course. I will not drink so much anymore if I'm sarging: that is a commitment.

Conclusion of the night
I have realized that I am way too miscalibrated, but it won't be like that for too long.
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Some recent events made me reflect quite a bit on the state of my inner game, on the state of my soul, my self appreciation. It had been about three years since I had sex the last time. It SUCKS big time! BIG TIME! And finally in a kind of weird episode I ended the dry spell.

So a couple of months ago I was at a place called Divan du Monde, a nightclub in Montmartre not particularly fancy. It was an event organized for expats in Paris; so the whole idea is to mingle, get to know some new people, and have a great party with a bunch of international people. I had come with a friend that knew already a cute Polish girl from a previous event, and she had brought another girl, also from Poland. Let’s call this second girl Miss X.

Miss X was about my size tall, short hair, brunette, not particularly fit, well dressed but not particularly pretty. She was not particularly my type at all. So I did not really try to pick her up, flirt with her, or anything remotely romantic. I limited myself to be friendly and chat her up while my friend flirted with the other Polish girl.

The night passed and so did the beers and the mojitos, and I wouldn’t be surprised if some shots also passed…

We decided to go to the dance floor… and there I am dancing with Miss X… and what she didn’t have in physical attractiveness she compensated with La Pasión because next thing I know I am swinging her around the dance floor, spinning around, and doing certain acrobatics, which I’m only capable of performing after I’ve crossed a specific threshold of drunkenness. Next thing I know I’m making out with here… and then… AMNESIA.

When I recovered my awareness, my capacity for reasoning and for memorizing, I was wrapped in a passionate embrace of love at an unknown location (her place: more exactly, her bed), clothes nowhere to be seen. I’ve never done it before being so wasted… probably the clumsiest and most uncoordinated performance I’ve ever had, but it was passionate nonetheless. Her hunger for love was insatiable, which is always a good thing despite my instrument for female satisfaction not working properly.

I started freaking out for some crazy and mysterious reason, so I said: “I need to go to the toilet”. I got up the bed and as I’m going out the room I saw my clothes all over the place… I peed, put on my clothes as fast as I could, and got the hell out of that place. I muttered hurriedly: “Oh! I have to go, I have to go now!” She, sticking her head out of the room with an expression of incredulity, saw me part never to see me again.

Outside the sun shone with intensity.

After much thinking about this, I have concluded that such kind of events originate from an imbalance in my inner game. There’s something not quite right in the way I see myself and this, of course, is reflected in my lack of sexual relationships or ending up with some ugly chick doing something that I would regret later. I have to regain my confidence, I have to strengthen my self-esteem, and I have to heal my wounds. I wish that night had not happened; however I feel that I have hit rock bottom and this event has ignited in me the desire to step up my game and take it to the mastery level.

I have started to review all the material I have on pick up, carefully and diligently. Soon I’ll be out again with a detailed plan of action: it’s time to change things.
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Today the 14th of June of 2011 I begin this blog with the intention to document my life as I train myself to become a PUA, a pick up artist, a ladies man, a womanizer, a Casanova, a Don Juan, whatever you want to call it. My goal is to reach the point where I can approach any woman I want, any time, and successfully start an intimate sexual relationship with her. But I just don't want to approach any woman, I want to approach the most beautiful woman there is, the star of the night, the woman every man dream of... my goal is to fearlessly approach, initiate an interaction with her, build an incredible connection that leads all the way to sex, and beyond. I'm sure we all share a very similar path.

However, my story does not begin today. I was born in 1983, in a small remote town in Colombia, only child from a separated couple, I was raised by my mother and my grandmother and I only saw my father on weekends or holidays. All my life I was an incredibly shy boy too an extreme level; extremely self conscious, fearful of everything, of life, of people, of social situations. My inability to express my emotions led to a depressive and pessimistic adolescence. By the age of 21 I had never kissed a girl and I had never held hands with a girl I liked. It was impossible for me to initiate a conversation with a human being; I wasn't even capable of asking the time to a stranger... I thought that I was dead, that my soul had perished: my confidence and self-esteem was at the very bottom of the scale.

A day came when I decided that perhaps it was possible to change... I'm not sure if it was actually a conscious realization or a deeper level of unaware understanding. Nevertheless, the seed for change had finally sprouted within my brain. At that time, maybe when I was around 20 years old (2003), for the first time ever, I actively tried to change... I started by looking for information on how to overcome shyness. This first step and this first knowledge helped me to become aware of the shy or introvert behaviors that I had; for the first time I knew in which way my introverted and shy personality translated into certain specific behaviors. I learned that I was not alone, that shyness is a lot more common than people think; I started to recognize shy behaviors in other people... all that at a very basic level. It all gave me a bit more confidence.

It is funny because even thought I was so incredibly shy unable at all to make a move, I still had opportunities to meet women and start a relationship, some of them actually beautiful... but not once I took the chance, even when I knew the girl liked me. The only thing I could do was to write anonymous poems and love letters to the girls I fancied... that's as far as I went.

In any case, in the year 2004, I was 21 then, I graduated from collage in Bogotá and I had just recently known that I would be traveling to Sweden to start a PhD. My level of confidence increased a little bit more knowing that soon I would be in Sweden, doing what I wanted, finally starting a life of my own, finally and for the first time living alone, by myself. It was a wonderful feeling. So about three or four months before I left to Sweden I met through a friend the girl who would become my first girlfriend. She was petite but quite chubby, fair skin, full mouth, big tits, funny and happy girl... after a trip with my friend and his friends she contacted me by email and added me to messenger. I was never attracted to her but she kept in touch and I was getting along well with her (by mail and messenger) until one day, out of the blue she asked me on a chatting session if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I said: "sure, why not". We became a couple and although it wasn't the best thing ever and there was a lot of creepy shit going on with her and her family; she gave me the opportunity for the first time to start my first romantic and sexual contact. I kissed a girl for the first time, I made out for the first time, I held hands for the first time, we did not have sex though but she gave me a couple of lame blow jobs, I went down on her a few times too. I broke up with her a couple of weeks before going to Sweden, so the entire thing lasted for no more than three months.

The 2nd of November of the year 2004, I landed in Arlanda Airport, Stockholm... a dark winter night, rainy, just barely above freezing, with my-never-tried-before-in-real-life English, completely unaware that my life was about to change radically and forever.

I lived in Uppsala for 5 years, a small student city about 70 km north from Stockholm. This is the place where the real transformation began. It all started the next day, 3rd of November, while I was walking in the streets with some of my new work mates doing the necessary processes for registering myself in Sweden. I had never seen in my entire life such high concentration of beautiful women, I was in awe, I was blown away! Everywhere I went, in every street, at every turn, there were all these hot blondes just as if they had all materialized from a fashion magazine. Something changed in me at that very time, a fire was ignited in my heart, I felt courage for the first time in my life.

The second trigger happened a couple of months later. I was at my very first open student party at one of the university dorms (commonly known there as corridors) in Flogsta (a student neighborhood), where lots of students came to party, drink, dance, and get to know new people. It is usually a very international environment with students all over the world and this night I had been invited by an Italian guy. So I'm just hanging out there when this gorgeous Swedish hippy chick, totally drunk, came to me and started talking about cosa nostra and some other nonsense... I had just met her and she was leaning in so much that her beautiful face was just a few centimeters apart from mine... I remember her green eyes and her red lips. Nothing happened that night but the fire in my heart burnt with a little more intensity.

The third trigger happened perhaps a few days later. The Italian guy had asked me to join him with a few other friends to one of the student associations (called Nations) where they usually had a nightclub. Before that time I had always been afraid of nightclubs, it freaked the hell out of me, I didn't know how to dance (I didn't dare to dance as a matter of fact)... but that night it was different. I don't know why I was not afraid this time to go to the nightclub; perhaps because the new fire in my heart and the anticipation of the incredibly beautiful girls made that fear to vanish.

At some moment, my Italian friend dived into the dance floor, he disappeared for a few seconds, and next thing I knew, I saw him coming out of the dancing crowd holding hands with an extremely beautiful, tall, blonde chick, he just had met. My Italian friend was not particularly good looking, he had a huge beard, he was dressed like everyday, a worn out white t-shirt and a worn out pull on top, some old dirty jeans, and a pair of sneakers... My jaw dropped! "What is this?" I thought. I was introduced to a new reality.

When I came home that night, I went to google and typed: "how to seduce women". These brought me for the first time to the "pick-up" community. I found eye-opening material, first I saw a website called pickup101, where I read for the first time that it is possible to just walk up to a woman on a bar and approach her... from then on I started to read more and more, David deAngelo's double your dating was a huge one first, I saw the seminars... then I knew about Neil Strauss' The Game, I learnt about the Mystery Method, Real Social Dynamics and others, bought books, watched more seminars, and found everything that was available on the net.

This was all happening little by little through the end of the winter, beginning of 2005, and the start of the spring. Then on another corridor party I am introduced to a beautiful Swedish girl that would become my first Swedish girlfriend. It was the first time in my life that I had the confidence built in me to ask for her number, it was the first time that I was confident enough to actually call her later to ask her out, it was the first time I initiated the first kiss... and I lost my virginity to her (I was then 22, a late bloomer). It was special because I really liked her and we got along quite well. The relationship lasted for about three months or so, and even though it was short, she is still my friend until this day.

After her and during the next four years I met more women, some Swedish, some from other countries too, I fell in love, I fell out of love, I had some beautiful sexual experiences and some a little crazier ones.

During the year 2005 and 2008 my personality changed radically. I went from being an extremely shy guy to become a very outgoing person. The change was unbelievable... I became truly confident with myself, life suddenly seemed so beautiful. During that time there was always a girl around, and some romance or sexual adventure going on. However, I was never very disciplined with my game, I hesitated a lot to approach, I didn't push the interaction to the next levels, I almost rarely approached the hottest girls. My success was very inconsistent, many nights I would not approach at all, and just drank and danced until I was wasted. My game never became that good, my skills never reached a true level of competence and complete internalization. I suddenly had become once again comfortable with just going out to the nightclub with my friends and not approaching at all. I had become comfortable at a very mediocre level... certainly I had gone a long way since before traveling to Sweden, but I was still unsatisfied, I wasn't meeting the women that I wanted in my life, I was still afraid to approach, and the fire in my heart burnt out.

During the time from mid 2008 to 2011, I had many dates but no sex at all. Had I reverted to my chode AFC wuss ways? I don't know exactly what happened... I was still going out frequently, I was meeting women here and there, but I was not able to take the interaction to a sexual level: comfort and mediocrity seems to me like the most likely explanation.

In any case, at the beginning of February 2010 I moved to France. I was starting a new job in Paris after my PhD. The amount of beautiful women here is incredible too. I'm still going out with not very good results, I don't dare to approach. It sucks…

Yet, because of some recent events that I will narrate in my next post, I'm starting to feel that the fire within me is coming alive, a phoenix is being born from those ashes. That is why I start this blog as I return to the path of the Venusian Artist, of the Pick Up Artist. It is time for me to take it to the next level and I will document my progress in here.

As I mentioned above, my goal is to date and build intimate sexual relationships with women of outstanding quality. The 10s in minds and bodies... that's the level I want to achieve, that's the level I'm going to achieve. I want my social circle to be filled with the most beautiful women. That's my mission, that is my path, and I won't rest until I get there. I shall not give up.
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