It’s been two years and four months since I read that little article in the FHM magazine that changed my life. “FHM gets game” it stated.
Like most of us in the community, I started off as a social tragedy incapable of uttering a single flirtatious word to any woman in public. Not only was I an emotional mess, my physical appearance didn’t contribute to any effort to getting girls at all. The podgy, flat haired, half blind, pimple ridden disaster that I embodied could never possibly stand a chance at even coming close to dating a girl let alone a beautiful one.
Or so I thought, up until October 2009 that is.
I will never forget that October day. The weather was dark and gloomy, an ironic reflection of my life at the time. I was walking through the shopping center with my mother. Two months before, I had started my little collection of FHM magazines, which was unlike as I was more a reader of novels. None the less, I bought it in attempt to feel more manly about myself I suppose. I sat in the car, flicking the pages, when all of sudden “FHM gets GAME!!!” appeared as the heading of an article. Intrigued with almost anything having to do with improving your skills with woman, I began to read. At first I thought it would just be another article on all the qualities women look for in men without telling you how to get those qualities, but as I read further my eyes began to focus more intensely on the text. “…meeting and talking to women…” “…SA’s top pick-up artists…” “…getting rid of the fear…” I was immediately hooked onto the idea that by using these in genius tactics you could actually get a woman to like you. The second I got home I was on the web looking up what these master seducers called ‘game’. The more I read the more mind blowing it became. It was as if for the past 16 years my mind was a flower bud that was now bursting open and blooming with realisation. My eyes darted across sentences that spoke of methods. Words like IOI, DHV, set, Mystery Method, neg, PUA, Neil Staruass all sunk into my brain like water to a dry sponge. I didn’t know it at the time, but these words would change my life in ways I never thought possible and transform me from this unattractive, pathetic, fear full, clueless wimp into a mentally dynamic, super attractive, emotionally indestructible, women seducing machine. I was immediately obsessed with it. Without even a second thought, I stepped through the door into the world of the pick-up artists leaving behind my old life at last, never to return again.
As the two years past, I submerged myself in this underground subculture taking in as much information as I could, slowly changing into something better than what I was the week before. Gym took the fat off my body and replaced it with muscle, medication lifted my curse of acne, contact lenses did away with my glasses, hair wax and stylish clothing made me good looking. All these changes happened in no less than a year. Emotionally and mentally I had not just changed, I had evolved. As I put into practice the methods of seduction, I tried and failed a hundred times only to realise it would help me succeed a thousand times more. As my skill with women grew stronger and the number of kisses and lays under my belt grew higher so did my self-confidence become greater. I was beginning to radiate attraction. Women became naturally drawn to me. And so since then, up until the present day, I had met, attracted and seduced some of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.
After being with so many beautiful women, the game had not just been a game to me. It had helped me create the life of my dreams. Without it I would be nothing. Not only has the game taught me about women, it has taught me about people, about the gift of socialising. It taught me how to be liked by my peers, how to crush your fears and charge forward towards your life goals. It taught me how to be proud and to love myself for who I was. It thought me how to live a full, fantastic life filled with all the great pleasures of the world. The game didn’t teach me how to pick up girls, it taught how to love life. To me this is not just a weekend hobby. This is a lifestyle. This is a way of life.
I am a pickup artist.
I am Kassio.
Welcome to my world.
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