Sadly that title is about as accurate a description as one could get. Growing up in a boys school and never really being a fan of clubs or bars has not helped me with the ladies. But I have great computer skills though.(cough)

I moved to this house that I am currently renting a room from. Meeting my house mates over time and getting to know them. It was reviled that one of them is a PUA. Not knowing at that time what that meant he leant me that book "The Game". I loved the book and I was very keen to try it out. So my house mate got two more of hes old sarging buddies and they took me out to show me how it was done.

Armed with my A3 drawing pad which goes everywhere with me and allot of good intentions we where off. At the first club they showed me a few technics resulting in them getting a few numbers within the first 30 min. I was astounded. Before this point I was wondering if any of it was real. Now I was convinced and I wanted to learn more.

At the next club my house mate asked me to look around and tell him which girl I would like to meet. I looked around the room and pointed out a tall dark haired girl with a delightful smile. Mostly because she had that spark of intelegance in her eyes. I am very biased towards girls who can think for themselves. This girl was sitting at a table chatting to a girl friend of hers.

Without any warning he was off and started up a conversation with them. It seemed so natural to him. I could not help wonder if I would ever be able to do that.

A few minuets passed and he signaled me over to the girls table. I went over there without hesitation. Heart racing. The heat of so many bodies in such a small space making it harder to breath. Sweat instantly appearing even on my hands. I would imagine this is what people who is about to excicuted by fireing squad would feel like.

"This is my friend I was telling you about" said my house mate. "He is a amazing artist."

I barely heard what he said because I was to busy trying to run hes advice through my head. Have it all ready for use as soon as I open my mouth. Then I spoke.

"What did you say?" said the girl.

I tried again.

"I am sorry?" she said once again leaning towards me.

Since I have never been to clubs before I was not used to having to talk with such volume. I was shouting at the girl whose ear was mearly 20cm away. My voice crackling with excess volume like teenager deep in the throws of puberty. Desperately trying to communicate all the while failing to look cool and in control.

I was very grateful to her. She could have been very nasty to me at this point if she wanted to. But I think she knew what was going on. She saw that I was very new at this. After a few minuets she polightly excused herself to goto the bathroom. I understood what she was not saying. I smiled at her and bid her a good evening.

I was disappointed but I knew it is all part of the learning experience. No one can be a pro at their first go. Coming off the adrenaline reality quickly crashed in around me. The heat and the deafening noise was just to much for me and I had to get out.

I found refuge in the smoking area out side. I sat down by myself and took a deep breath. Reflecting on what just happened. Happy about my first experience. Proberly just as happy about it being over. I took my drawing pad off my shoulder. I needed to have me a zen moment. I draw allot. my subject matter is always the same. Naked women. I have gotten rather good at it over the years. I have found that drawing serves two purposes for me. It is a amazing creative outlet. Also it is a great form of meditation. With a drawing pad in front of me hours quickly slip away and the stresses of the day also can disa........

"O my god that is amazing!" said a voice from behind me.

I looked around and there stood one of the hottest girls I saw that evening. Wavy blond hair and that was no mear spark in her eyes. It was more like a raging fire.

Caught completely off gaurd I managed to stumble out a "Thank you."

She sat down on a chair very close to me and immediately put her hand on my leg.

"Can you draw me?" she said. While looking straight into my eyes.

"I can but this light will not do you justice." I said and meaning it. The light was terrible. But she looked at me as if I just gave her a line. I saw that look and started giving her the reasons I thought so. Told her about the high amount of ambient light and with no contrast would make for a boring picture. I could not belive it. I was blowing it. I never had such a strong response from a women before and I was in the process of actually blowing it. I should have just gave a confident smile and made as if I meant it the way she understood it. But I could not stop my head from getting in the way.

"Would you like to see the rest of them?" I asked before I completely berrid myself in this hole.

"Sure!" she said.

I put the book on the table and she slowly paged through it. Taking the time to appreciate every drawing. My head was swimming. A girl that actually is taking the time to try and understand the meaning of what I was trying to put on the page. A few minuets passed.

"These drawings are very lez." she said while touching my shoulder.

(They are very Lez. Two or more girls on the page is my favourit thing to draw.)

At this point I noticed that there where two guys with her. Because they where checking out the drawings as well and made comments directed at her. The conversation went on a little bit longer and was trailing off. I could see the end of the road heading straight for me because I had no idea what to do next.

"Ya he is a very talented artist!" Like a guardian angle descending from on high to save me from the jaws of certain defeat. My house mate plopped himself down in another open chair.

Clearly he was observing me for some time and saw I was in trouble.

"You know what you should do? Give him your number maybe he can come and draw you another time?" my house mate said.

"Yes that is a great idea" she said.

I stumbled in my pocket for my cell phone. Feeling clumsy because of my mind racing I knew I would mess up getting her number down. So I left it. I grabbed my drawing pad. Opened it to a clean page. I fanned open all my pencils which where still in my hand and gestured her to pick one. This move seemed to delight her. She carefully chose one and wrote on the page her name, cell number and email address. I bid her a good night. She smiled and walked away with those two guys following.

"Wow!" I said.

"You handheld that like a pro!" my house mate said. "That move with the pencils was great!".

He informed me that the two guys she was with was trying to pick her up. They where alpha male types. Basically guys who are used to getting the womens attention and I had stole the girls attention so completely that they where left standing around like school kids.

My house mate spent the next 10 minuets answering questions I had and giving me advice. The evening was over and we got up to start making out way home.

As we where leaving he said "Next time. Do not leave that drawing pad at home!"

I said "It is not ever leaving my side!"

An A3 pad is a bit like a flip chart pad, right?

Well, I'm honestly not sure what to make of this one Underpatch! To say the least, this comes at things from a completely unique angle.

But... I can't help but just smile as I read that report. You sound like you had a night full of revelations, and came away with some significant success stories from it all. Congratulations mate, that's excellent!

Look, the absolute essence of pick up is about pushing yourself out of your comfort zones. Its about challenging yourself to do things you're not comfortable with doing, about doing things you've never done before. You did that, and you should be incredibly proud of yourself. Not just for the very well executed number close, but for everything you did that night that made you feel nervous, terrified even.

Keep going out, and keep challenging yourself. Keep doing new things. Keep pushing yourself out of your comfort zones. Do it often enough, and your comfort zones get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And eventually, you'll be utterly comfortable the whole time, unflappable, confident and cool. That's a magnetic quality to have.

I'd say, in time, your aim should be to go out without your A3 pad on your shoulder. Only in time, of course, stick with it for now until you're more comfortable going out. But eventually, that is also a comfort blanket you'd do well to let go of, and to try speaking to girls without needing a prop.

But, that's a little further down the line yet. Keep going mate, you're doing just fine right now. Little baby steps - they all add up.

Thank you for the positive remarks. I am very interested in learning as much as I can. I do belive that the skills I gain from this could also help me in other aspects of my life.

Anyway. Here is some images of my pad. Though the drawings are incomplete.

Mate thats some skills there!

Try [img] tags also..

Underpatch you should be proud of yourself. It takes a real man to realise that excuses mean FUCK ALL in this world and resluts are what matters. Your extreme inexperience may turn out to be a positive thing for you as the average AFC gets rarely has sex but when they do, they think theyve got everything figured out. There mediocre results prevent them from making the jump to learning how to be a pua and never become the stud they want to be. You will get there, and if you consistantly try and get better then you will be better at Pcik up then most men out there...and i can guarentee that.

p.s. my first night out was very overwhelming aswell and ended with me just sitting down in my student union alone rubbing my temple to get rid of the migrane my frustrated night gave me (combined with my afc mates laughing at me for it).

And they are still laughing...because there losing there frickin minds because they cant figure out how im having sex with beautifull women and they find it hard to keep the same ugly girls theyve been chasing for years lol.

Btw take advantage of being a good artist. It's with out a doubt a great gambit to use as a pua (not just as a dhv etc.

Peace

Wow pretty amazing, I had to look at the pics twice could'nt believe it.

Look i'm not going to start a give you advice which I think you already know your anxiety is your biggest foe, but the other guys have told you how best to beat that. Just keeping plugging away.

I do have one tip if you get girls asking you to draw them, this is your best bet early on, I mean you have a captive audience where are thye going to go, you got loads of time to chat if you can chat and draw at the same time.

Say something like I'd like to finish off the detailing at home whats your email address I'll email you finished picture, o whats you mobile number same reason.

If you can get her to come back draw her at hers or yours even better.

and one more thing leave the lez drawings at home.

but yeh fucking good artist man

amazing post underpatch.

That was a very cool post Underpatch; different and honest. I have a feeling that you'll go far with this. You clearly have something that women find intriguing; you just need to find your feet with it.

Underpatch. Great report, thanks for sharing.

I love art too. I do occasional life drawing and have cropped photos of each of my recent works - originals larger than A3 - on my mobile's nice big screen. This is how I show the pics to some of the ladies on a night out. Try that.. no A3 pad on night out needed!

The girls love the skills.