FR#0: Origins and Asian Women

Date: 2009-09-15

Place--Streets of Queens

Time--00:05

1 Approached

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I have long been into self-improvement, though I was never too serious about it. I was often distracted by school work, friends, video games, and everything else.

In the past six months, several liberating changes have occurred - the greatest of which I will not discuss as to protect my identity. Suffice it to say, I have more free time.

I am a recovering technology addict. I grew up on video and computer games, got involved in forums and other online communities. I have known for a long time that these past-times hold little to no benefit for me, it has been difficult to shake these habits. As a result, everything important to me - my health, happiness, and sense of self-worth - was subordinated to my addiction.

Now, I stand at a crossroads. I have gotten over my addiction and now have the freedom to fix the other parts of my life. This blog will detail my journey, but will focus on my social development through the study of Pick Up. It is my hope that Pick Up will change every aspect of my life.

It is my hope that this blog will inspire those who were, in one way or another, once like me.

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I am half-way through The Game. I am excited, but unsure what to think.

I take to the streets this day for lunch. As I search for a Chinese restaurant, I stop at a crosswalk. Beside me, a cute Asian girl also waits to cross. The light turns and I stride forward quickly. I want to open her - say something, anything - but I had forgotten my cojones on my dresser this morning.

Moments later, I notice she is still behind me. I feel the familiar nudge of God's elbow: Look, Sparrow, I've thrown an opportunity right at your feet! Take it, baby, take it! (Yes, the good Lord and I have a very close, though casual, relationship.)

I decide to turn and look for a restaurant down another street. Truthfully, I only want to put some distance between myself, that girl, and the suffocating approach anxiety growing in my chest. Another minute passes. My gait slows as my mind wanders a forest of self-pity. Suddenly, I see her silky black hair beside me and I snap back to reality. My mouth is already moving:


Me: Still stalking me, are you?
Her: [Laugh.] Right, sure.
[From the corner of my eye, I expect to see that sour face I get in clubs whenever I ask a girl "if she'd like to dance." To my amazement, upon her face is a playful smirk. Just ahead is an intersection.]
Me: Well, then - you go this way, I'll go that way.
Her: [Laugh.] Yup, that's the way I'm going. [She crosses the street, then turns around.] Hey! Nice talking with you! I'll see you later! [Wave.]
Me: [Stunned. Waves good-bye.] God, I owe you one.


I have never in my life gotten such an enthusiastic and positive reaction from a stranger in such a short time, let alone from a cute girl.

I know this is a pretty lame story, I know I should have asked for her number, and granted that compliance test was totally weak, but it was the turning point. This PUA stuff has something to it.