The "game" for me started 5 years ago.
In 2013, my good friend and I visited Las Vegas together. We assumed attractive women will come to us. Apparently, they did not. Welcome to reality.
My good friend came back home with frustration. Thus, he researched and discovered the "game." He found YouTubers, Simple Pickup. (FYI, they were not the first people to talk about the "game.")
He introduced me to the "game."
Simple Pickup has taught me how to pick up (or approach) any attractive women. (It all goes step-by-step, such as get the number, go on the first date, build the relationship, and etc. I enjoyed watching their YouTube videos. For the reason that, I must see it to believe it. At that time, they were the first to film videos of picking up girls. Now, everybody does it.)
This is the "game."
I remember my first time ever to approach a woman. I had extreme social anxiety.
My good friend and I were eating together at a restaurant, "Burgers and Brew," in Sacramento. I saw my type of woman. She was with her friend as well.
My good friend told me, "Go (talk to her)."
I could not do it. I was sweating and overthinking. I was being lame with excuses.
30 minutes have already passed.
The girl was still eating.
(In Simple Pickup's old videos, if you cannot approach a woman, you have to do something outrageous in public, like do 15 pushups right now.) I did my pushups on the floor in front of everybody. Then, I approached the girl.
It was successful, even though I was super nervous. Surprisingly, she gave me her number. Beginner's luck. (I was super excited. That feeling when I hit a game-winning layup at the buzzer. I have done that before. Showtime.)
I started to study the "game" more. I have read the book, "Rules of the Game," by Neil Strauss.
When I started learning the "game," I was very harsh on myself, if things did not go my way. I had many regrets.
Here is a list of my harshness:
All negative thoughts in my head. I was not able to control it. (No wonder, I was depressed on December 2016.)
Also, I became more analytical. I wanted everything to be perfect, step-by-step.
So far, I have realized two sides of me in talking to attractive women: The "game," and my true-self.
When I learned the "game," I was a pickup artist. I wanted to lure women in having sex with me. (That was my championship goal.) I always talked about myself. I always impressed women. I was cocky. I was never myself.
For instance, my old high school crush saw it when I approached her at Target store. I remember she told her friend about me. A few months later, her friend gave me a disgusted look.
As a pickup artist, I hated a lady if she rejected me. Also, I used to go out for an hour to just pick up women.
This new year, I have been my true-self to everyone, especially attractive women. I continue on being humble to others as well. First and foremost, I want to connect now. I ask, and listen.
As my true-self, I respect a woman's decision. Also, I stopped going out to just pick up women.
For instance, if I am running errands, I see an attractive woman. I would approach her if I want to. I have managed my mind.
Most importantly, the "game" is in my blood.
I am very grateful for learning and developing this skill (or the "game"). I have taken risks. This skill has taught me to take any type of risks for my every day life as well. Be uncomfortable.
Without this skill, I would be still terrified talking to women.
"The 'game' is like the 'force' in Star Wars movies," my good friend told me.
Lastly, he told me, "May the force be with you."
Be aware of the "game," and my true-self. Now, I am able to manage the negative thoughts in my mind.
I have no regrets anymore.
An amazing balance of the "game" and my true self.
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