I've been playing the game for about 6 or 7 years. But something happened a few weeks ago that changed everything. I want to share it, because I think it might be really valuable to some of you.

Nutshell: an abrupt shift happened in my head. My game changed overnight . It went from mediocre to explosive. I'm still trying to work out why it happened. I'm not sure exactly why, but I have some ideas. I will give my background, and then a description of my transformation.

Background

I got into game because my love life was shit. I got pretty good, and within a few months I was seeing a bunch very pretty, very awesome girls.

I committed to one girl, broke up with her, committed to another girl. We were together for about three years. The breakup was really hard for me. My confidence was shattered. I never recovered my performance in field.

Recently, I had a complete change. Overnight. Some of the following is pasted from posts to a private seduction forum.

I was competely burnt out. Pickup hadn't been fun for me for at least a year. It was just hard work with no reward. Being in the field wasn't fun.

There was this massive split in my head. Part of me just really wanted to roll over and die. It was like I had two completely different sets of beliefs: one set that said that I was just done. The game was over for me, and I was always going to find it difficult - a hard chore, an emotional minefield. Just rejection after rejection. Heartbreaking days full of girls letting me know that my value was absolute zero.

Another part of me knew that if I stuck to it, I could win. If I could shift some things around, if I perservered, I could get to a better place. I had to do the incredibly hard work of seeing past the heavy fog of my emotions. I knew that other people had had really hard times and still managed to improve. It was only rational that I could do it too.... if only I could hold on to the slippery rational way of thinking.

So, me and SP went out into the city. We played the "violent love taps" game, where if I SP sees me going into my own head when I see a girl, or sees me checking out a girl, he starts counting down. If I'm not in set by zero, he whacks my arm.

I was approaching. A lot. Mostly directly, cos I still can't think of anything to say. I still can't now. But this is simply not a problem for me anymore. I just go direct.

One approach... two gorgeous girls sitting down. I crouch down, eye contact with both, said something like "This is kinda random I know but... [turn to one of the girls]... you are really cute. I had to meet you"... I get a very favourable reaction, but I ran out of things to say quickly. So, I turn to the other girl and basically ask her to help me out... "You have to help me out here. Your friend is gorgous, but I can't think of what to say. What should a guy say?"

I was really just being myself. Not trying to be cool. And I was starting to have fun. They loved me. And I felt like a man - just doing what a man should be doing. Being a charming motherfucker.

Alas, both the girls have boyfriends. Next. Follow a very hot girl into department store. Again, I end up being really direct and honest: "Hey, this is kinda random, and I feel kinda dorky doing this, but you are gorgeous. I have to meet you" She swoons. She blushes. She thanks me. But, she has a boyfriend. I move on.

Anyway, after an hour of this, my head is swimming. My brain is twisting around in it's casing. Something is seriously going on with the chemistry in my head. It felt seriously weird. It really felt like someone had opened the top of my head, put their hand in my braincase, and was squishing everything around.

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