Welcome to the AFX-Files

This is something new (I think). And if it's not, fuck it, I'll do it better. First, a little back-story.

I've always had pretty good luck with girls in my lifetime, mostly owing to a series of circumstances that worked in my favor. I lost my virginity at 14 to a friend's older sister, because she wanted to "get back" at her current boyfriend. Lucky me.

In High School, I had an older girl take me under her wing and teach me the art of cunnilingus. This turned out to be the best, and worst, thing that'd ever happened to me.

When I was a senior, I had enough value and status that the younger girls (and a few in my grade) were literally fighting over me. Unfortunately, I didn't have any idea how to turn this to my favor. Instead, I picked the safe bet, while the girl I really wanted used my arch-nemesis in a perfectly executed Jealousy-Plotline, used Cat-String Theory to the MAX, and basically made me a head-case. When I finally got her into bed, the build-up was too much, and my little buddy just couldn't rise to the occasion.

When I got to college, I fell head over heels in love with the most messed up, yet intoxicating, blonde female I'd ever laid eyes on, and with the exception of a 3 month relationship with a beautiful guitar-playing anorexic chick during the greatest summer of my life, the next 2 years of my life were dedicated to the emotional ups and downs between myself and the crazy blonde.

After getting kicked out of college and moving back home, I started in with an extremely wealthy, extremely damaged, extremely sexual blonde, solely because the sex was phenomenal. The only reason she fucked me was because I was in a band. I was OK with that. Why else play music? I couldn't stand to hear her talk for more than 2 minutes, but she fucked like a minx. Now, she sends me text messages of her fingering herself while moaning my name. Trust me, it's infinitely creepier than it sounds.

As you can see, I didn't get into the game because I needed to lose my virginity, or because I had zero luck with women. In fact, I got into the game because it seemed like luck played a big part in whether or not I got laid. The only one-night stand I've ever had came as a result of Saint Patrick's Day at a college bar in Manhattan. Unfortunately, when I woke up the next morning, I didn't know where I was, much less how I had gotten some random girl to take me home.

I wanted to take the luck out of the equation. But it wasn't done with me yet.

I had just gotten a new MacBook Pro, with a nice shiny external HD, and I was going through my old computers, seeing what gems I could uncover. One of them was a file I had downloaded in the glory days of Morpheus (remember that?) It was a collection of posts by Mystery.

Jackpot.

Immediately, I searched for whatever I could find. Imagine my surprise when I found THOUSANDS of Pick-up Related shit. Text files, e-books, DVDs, audio from seminars...almost too much. Almost.

I spent the next 4 months reading endlessly. I read Sperm Wars, The Red Queen, and the Selfish Gene. I read the 48 Laws of Power and The Art of Seduction cover to cover twice. I read The Game, Mystery Method - How to Get Beautiful Women into Bed, and Magic Bullets. I listened to endless amounts of theory, I read ridiculous field reports, and yet not ONCE did I go out into the field.

Until last week.

I went out in the field, fucked up every single opener I used, got blown out more times than I could count, and I loved every goddamn minute of it.

I know Style's The Game is a chronicle of his journey from AFC to mPUA, but it's a reflection.

This will not be.

This will be a collection of things that have helped me yesterday, or that will help me tomorrow.

This will be a look at my progression, good and bad, through the art of self-improvement.

This won't just be about women. It'll be about my life.

This will be a manifesto of change.

Welcome to the AFX-Files.