Today I met up with my wingman. I’m in a pretty shit mood right now so I’ll just write down what happened.
We go to Markville after school. I hate that mall more than anything in the world. Every time I go there I see someone I know.
Me and my wing get there at around 4. People are still in school so we head out to the food court. I see a nice 3 set from the distance. After discussing what our plan will be, me and him set off for the luscious set of 3. Just as we’re nearing them, the blonde gets up, I’m thinking “Wtf?!?!” and then next thing I know she runs up to me and gives me a hug. It’s my buddy from grade 8 that I haven’t seen in over a year!... Great. I love that girl a lot (as friends and I used to be “popular” back in the day). The thing is every time I’m in shock, I chode out. Meaning I forget all the mindsets I have laid out or at least tried to lay out and go back to my natural, chody, nerdy, value-seeking ways. This is when worlds collide; and it fucking sucks. I try to keep the pick up world away from my school world. I should have expected it since I’m going to Markville. After a vey short chat, we split up. A VERY short chat with few things exchanged. I hate this.
So that was the first, only viable set in the mall so far. After getting blown out a couple of times, I whip out the holly-grail of pick up lines I have in store. One EYE (I spell eye to put emphasis on the I) created myself. Pick up a gr 12. She doesn’t know I’m in grade 10. W/e I’ll take care of that when I call her.
No ones at the mall. This sucks. I feel like I’m living in a Pick-Up Artist’s ghetto. The hours are long, very few customers, little to no money, all the numbers we get we blow out. And they even cut off our transportation to get to other malls (Viva buses are still on strike). Life sucks. We decide to approach 10 girls in 9 minutes. My wingman goes for the older ones. Asking to go to the washroom. W/e. Midway through we spot this brown kid we know :O.
The asshole stays with us so we just decide to leave. Since I can’t get any solid approaches down, I decide to experiment with picking up girls with their moms. Find a nice juicy pair, open, engage the mom, who then drags her daughter away after saying her piece. I know what to do to improve for next time now.
Next the three of us are walking around to leave. I see a nice 3 set sitting on a bench. I’m about to approach, until I see it’s the same girl I knew before. I didn’t want her to see me like this. I turn around and run away like a little bitch. The other two chodes are slow, but they eventually follow. We gather and go away. I look over my shoulder and see the girl staring at me from afar. The torn-between-chode-and-pickup-artist side of me takes hold and I wave her goodbye. Leave the mall. Never look back.
Only we exited through the wrong doors. We had to go to my wingman’s house to retrieve my schoolbag I left there prior to reaching the mall. We walk through the food court to the exit. I see the backside of the girl I picked up earlier, ordering food; except only this time she was with 2 or 3 mean-looking grade 12s. One of them sees me and shoots me the coldest look. I wouldn’t be surprised if he came over and said something to me. But then again I only seem to be surprised when it comes to picking up women.
The prick keeps on screwfacing me until I exit. I think I just picked up his girlfriend.
It doesn’t matter because I’m the shit. My name’s Pairo the Fire Starter, I’m the Dirty Pers, 15, smart, good looking, athletic, and kind. Nothing can stop me. Nothing.
The reason I feel like crap is because of the girl I saw earlier that I knew. She was the alpha-girl of my old school. I love her to death, we have history. I don’t care what other people think, but it’s just odd. I’m not the same as before. And I miss having friends like her. Actual lady-friends. Instead of “Pickup this” or “pick up that.” To be honest I feel a little sad that my life has come to this. The main reason I’m so determined into this is because before I haven’t had any real cool friends that I liked to go hang out with. I discovered the community and eventually decided this is the way to go with my life. There was no more having fun, going to the movies, or anything like that. All I have is straight pickup.
My wingman isn’t making things easier either. His parents are really strict and he doesn’t have as much a drive for pick-up as me. I think that’s because I had to introduce him to the life and sort of made him tag along with me. Obviously he’d want to learn to pick up girls, but he didn’t come to that by himself. As far as his behavior in school goes it’s still pretty chody and he’s only gaining knowledge, not putting it to good use. I’m always the one who has to open the girls. I ask him if he wants the next one, he says no. His parents are at home 24/7 and that makes it much harder for him to study this stuff online, but it’s still an excuse for a much bigger problem.
That girl has inspired me. For now, we’ll call her Lady X. When I saw her and had only my wingman, I felt odd. Her and her sister, I love them both. Her sister’s was the first boob I ever touched. I want them to see the changes I’m making and the way I could actually pickup girls. But the thing is I choded out when we talked. And I find that is a consistent problem with me. Whenever I talk to girls, and they say something unexpected, the chode takes control of me and my actions. This is a clear indicator that I still don’t have that core change of a true Venusian Artist. Although I can pick up girls, I feel that is only with my holly-grail of pickup lines. The holly spirit of pick up is in me, but it still hasn’t taken control yet. So from now on I’m never looking at any pick up lines. No more “gambits,” no more routines. Just me, what I have already learnt what I’ve already created, myself, and a bunch of women. I’m going to do more sarging by myself, definitely more closing, set up an actual day 2, and hopefully, depending on where that goes, pick up from there. I’m tired of pick up, and I’m tired of these lines. So many other teens get into this, sarge, get a good response, and then leave. Nothing else from that. Yeah its fun and I could completely understand that, but all that work and courage you mustered up for the pickup is useless if it doesn’t go anywhere beyond the approach. More approaches, more solid game, and more day 2s. That’s the principle I believe in, and that’s what I’ll stick with from now on. I’m done with pick up and now it’s time to do my own thing after all these years of exile. Hell, the grade 7 version of me would make a better pick up artist. At least HE knows what he’s doing. I’ve been waiting so long and now I’ll shine once again.
I hope to see you guys again soon, because I’m done with pick up. Its all natural from here.
Thank you for listening,
Pairo
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