TheTouch

Great, man. I am glad you took the bootcamp. Keep it up! Welcome to Wonderland.

In my life, there were three major events (each occurred in a different time periods) that changed my perspective on how things work – and I consider those events the best moments of life. They all helped me to unplug myself from the “Matrix” somehow, having a great impact on my personal development, towards my best-self. The third one was definitely having the courage to take the boot camp. I say “courage” because we (me and most of the members of this community) needed to have balls to, at first, admit we had difficulties in one area (women) that society believes we were supposed to naturally know everything about or, at least, almost everything. And then, to take a second and harder step: to act on it. When I first met RedpoleQ at T.G.I. Friday's in Roppongi, who was together with three PUAs and two other students, I already knew that those next hours wouldn’t be easy, that I would be pushed way beyond my comfort levels. I could feel my heart pumping strong and clear at that time, it was on my throat. I was nervous, yes. But I was also excited, as I knew I would be able to improve my life and the lives of people around me. The first night, after having a seminar at T.G.I., we went to Muse. RedpoleQ first guided us over logistics and soon we were opening sets. It was the most “comfortable” day of the boot camp for me. I was able to open all sets I was sent to, had a great interaction with a HB who I consider a 10 (RedpoleQ didn’t let me # close her, which now I thank him for), and had one ACF trying to AMOG me (he was actually trying to put fire on my shirt). The reason: I ran game on his wife (didn’t succeed) and I had ignored him in front of our guys a couple of hours before. The second day we went to Roppongi Hills to learn day game. I had never run day game before in Japan, and I was actually scared due to some fucked-up past-programming. I got blown out from most of the sets (if not, from all of them). At the end of the day game, the programming started to manifest in my head, and I almost had an emotional break down when talking one-one to RedpoleQ. I actually could learn a lot from this day. It was when I decided to push myself harder. The second night was in a J-club in Shibuya. I knew it wouldn’t be an easy place to sarge: most of the people inside were Japanese, they were mostly in groups that included protective J-friends, and the club had plenty of exclusive sits meant for women only; HB 9s and 10s who, together, formed a collective strongly connected bitch-shield. This night my ego was successively smashed into dust several times. I was instructed, or commanded, to go back to sets from which I got previously blown out… 1, 2, even 3 times back. I felt like shit at the beginning, and then, after being smashed some many times, I started feeling lesser and lesser shitty It was awesome. I remember Prime and I running strawberry fields on two HB9s giaru-style friends. That was one of the sweetest moments of that night. Finally, during the last day, we ran day game at a Starbucks in Shinjuku. This time, day game started to make more sense to me. Got a few phone numbers and a time-bridge for the following weekend. I also realized that during the interaction I might not be the only one who gets nervous around a potential suitor. Some women also get nervous around me… one HB6, after asking me if I had a girlfriend, had her hands shaking while typing her number on my mobile phone. Nice to know that. Winging day game was pretty cool too. But it was not the number of sets I opened (or that I had to open – due to RedpoleQ’s authoritative “Go, go, goo!!” shouts) that mattered, but the process and all the realizations that were risen by these three intensive days of learning. S-and-R, alpha male qualities, and female psychology are a few of the many concepts that are now part of my knowledge, practiced through my behavior and internalized (little by little) throughout my current experiences. The results are clear - I will post about them next time. On the following Monday, I opened up to one of my MLTR about my life, my new life-style, and the reasons behind this life-change choice. I also told her that she was privileged for been picked up by one of us. During this process I cried. She knew she had 100% choice of leaving me or staying to know me better. She chose the latter. I wasn’t able to focus on my work for that whole week.