I am Knowledge. This is my story!

First and foremost I would like to thank The Judge for allowing me access to the amazing resource of information!

As this is my first post on here I would like to share my story. It has been 24.5 years in the making and as sad as it sounds, it is mine. This being the first time I have completely organized the thoughts and actions that was me AFC, please bear with me. I am primarily posting this in order to get it out of my head. I feel the need to relinquish the feelings associated with this story in order to further my inner game. I want to lay myself out there, no matter how "anonymous" this is, it is still me, still real, and still very hard to admit.

Where to start.....

I have grown up most of my life in rural areas. I would like to say I'm from New York, L.A., or hell even Cleveland. Though none of this would be true. I grew up right outside of a town of 500 people in east Texas until the age of 12, when I moved to Idaho. My father being a Baptist preacher moved to the on town in the world with the HIGHEST percentage of Mormons per capita of any place on Earth, 98% to try and convert the Mormons. This being said, I went from a very low social contact place, to an EXTREMELY socially awkward place.

I was never really much of a social person after I moved to Idaho, due to not fitting in with the other people around me. My dad then died when I was 14 years old, he had been struggling with diabetes for years. I became very resentful of that, as well as then being stuck in Idaho, and knowing there was no longer a purpose to be there. This resentment wound up taking over my life, and highly affected my social outwardness. I ended up falling into the party scene in high school. However it was people from away from high school that I hung out with, never anybody from school. These people were usually angry, socially awkward AFCs such as myself. While there was some female interaction, usually they were very low value girls. And then even then I was to big of an AFC to talk to, especially escalate with most of them. This led to my never ever ever approaching girls on my own, and especially not hot ones. I wound up always seeming to fall into LJBF. Finally I met one HB7 through some friends, and once again fell into LJBF. However, after about 6 months of this we got drunk and wound up fooling around, my first time. This happened a couple of months before my 17th birthday. And as any good AFC loser like myself, at that time would do, I clung on for dear life! It was an on again off again thing, but after that I seemed to get laid by other girls more often. I refrain from using the term HB, as most them would have to be labled "Not so HBs." So I wound up having 2 children, both girls with HB7 and we got married. I was married to HB7Exwife for 3 years. It was hell, I was unhappy in the relationship but was clinging on partially because I felt incapable of attracting anyone as good or better. When she left is when I decided that needed to change. Thus I stepped into a stage of psuedo rAFC. I bought books such "A Complete Idiot's Guide to Getting Girls." It didn't work. I did though meet what became my best friend, and coincidentally the best wing man I have met to date. I started getting laid more often, some HBs, but more frequently Not so HBs. I did though, start working on what I now label my inner game.

I then met another girl HB7, and I repeated a pattern. LJBF for a couple months, sex, girlfriend. I am extremely glad this happened. I was in Alaska at this time, due to having been a medic in the Army and was getting out. So I stayed in Alaska with HB7Hippie. Looking back she is one of the most insecure, fragile girls I know. During the time she was my girlfriend though, she helped be build my inner game to substantial levels. Being a hippie, from a line of hippies they were very into meditation, The Secret by Rhonda Byrnes, etc. This has changed me life forever!

Now to explain how I found this community. This story sounds outrageous, however I swear to you that is is 100% real. My girlfriend HB7Hippie was born and raised in Fairbanks, Alaska. She was a very popular girl throughout the community, having lots of friends. She has been a hairstylist there for 12 years. Anyway, she started telling me about her friend Chris that was some big pickup artist in L.A. Supposedly he was writing a book with the help of this other weirdo that called himself Mystery. Her and Chris had gone to high school together, and they still keep in regular contact, through their Alaskan social circle. Chris has kids there and comes up on a regular basis to see them and take them back to L.A. sometimes. Well after a couple months of hearing about this guy that claims he can get any girl, but has a very gay, or creepy sounding approach (All of these adjectives were my thoughts at the time, not currently) He paints his nails black, etc. So I am thinking this total bullshit, and that this stuff would never work. Mind you I never went and researched either. So eventually the time came when Chris was supposed to be coming to town, July 2006. I was ready to see this guy. I wanted to watch him crash and burn, just like I usually did. So a couple of days before he comes he calls and tell HB7Hippie and someone I will refer to as Nigel Thunder, that Mystery has decided to come with him, but only for 1 of the 2 weeks he would be there. I was excited, I got to watch too freaks crash and burn. So we pick them up from the airport on a Thursday afternoon. Both of them peacocked to the max. Mystery with a beanie, some goggles, and binoculars. And Chris, who I found out goes by Lovedrop was wearing some flashy jeans, a shirt with french cuffs, and a leather coat with blue crosses on it. These guys from the minute we walked into the first bar these guys proved their abilities. Less than 2 minutes of walking into the first bar Mystery had an HB8 and we were bouncing to the next place due to "lack of targets." I had no idea about the slang dealing with picking up girls like this. So, HB7Hippie being good friends with Lovedrop and Nigel Thunder that we hung out with them and chauffeured Mystery around for an entire week. The entire time smoking more pot than some drug dealers have seen in their lifetimes. This entire time driving around getting baked with Mystery, had him pumping out inner game knowledge, magic tricks, constant talk about how to pick up girls, personal info about him. It was a very eye opening experience. The first night I met them I went home and searched the Internet for hours about them and the PUA community. I didn't get to actually train with them their due my having a girlfriend, who was the reason I was hanging out with them in the first place. However I did start applying some of the knowledge with my daily interactions with women, and to my enjoyment I got good responses.

Me and HB7 remained together until this past December. I have now moved back to Idaho to live closer to my to beautiful girls, who constantly remind me why I must change myself. I have started working for myself, and have done so even in Alaska for slightly over 1 year. I am now headed down the path that I want my life to to what I am just getting handed. I am focused and ready to power down the road of business and PUA and feeling like I am a snowball gaining constant momentum. I have started practicing PUA on a regular basis. However I am still having a big AA problem. I have read a few good posts on the VA about it. I am regretful for not keeping better contact with Mystery now, but did send him an email on myspace to which he did respond positively to.

I know that this is long, but I needed to get it all out and already feel soooo much better. Thank you. I look forward to getting better and actually become a PUA instead of the rAFC that I know I currently am. I have spent the last 2 days reading all of the posts on here and they are great. Thanks Judge for setting up this great community.

Peace,
Xtreme Knowledge
"Knowledge is the unquenchable thirst!"