Ok, so calling me an amateur would be an insult to all amateurs...
I'm 41, and well I've spent 26 (yes all 26 of my post puberty years) being a WBAFC...
Some how I found a link to MM, and my world started to tilt. 2 weeks ago I read "The Game", "MM", and numerous articles posted on line.
It's a freak of nature that some how I managed to lose my virginity, have a few girlfriends and wives through the years. I guess even a blind squirrel can find a nut sometimes.
I've spent my whole life trying to be unnoticed... The clothes I wear... I can slip into a bar or restaurant unnoticed. I could probably get in and out of Forthnoxx.
So I went out and bought some clothes that actually fit me and are in style. I wanted to standout a little, and demonstrate that I actually care about the way I look. This is so out of my element that I felt like a fag just trying on clothes in the store and looking at myself in the mirror.
And then I decided to go all the way and peacock a little: Think 15 gaudy mardigras beads, AND a compass hanging around my neck.
Pretty heavy stuff for someone who has been an introverted geek his whole life.
I had a pretty modest goal: Open ten sets... That's all: just have to guts to open. I wasn't looking for numbers, or kisses, or Fclose.
I must learn to walk before I can run and fly...
I warm up at Cape Buffalo bar. Three out of the four sets I open go well- (It was fun.)
Then I went with my AFC wingman to Sherlocks. Target Heaven.
Immediately I start opening sets with a quick opinion question (my own material) And it's really fun. I've got about 3 minutes or so of positive interaction, and then I move on. I'm not working on story telling yet, or DHV...
Remember this is my first time out doing this. And I'm peacocking.
I've only been there for about 30 minutes and I've already made my goal of opening over 10 sets.
I'm talking to this two set (5 and a 6.5), and this good looking smooth (slick) dude comes up and starts busting my ass. AMOG time!
So he starts flipping me shit, and I'm doing it right back at him. It's a full boor cock fight- The girls seem repulsed and make an escape.
So I'm left talking to the coolest smoothest guy who is exuding confidence and style. The type of guy who can have *any* girl in the joint and he knows it.
I'm like"WTF dude? Why are you messing with my game???!"
Turns out I'm in the presence of none other than the master him self: Mojo!
Mojo, It was a great pleasure meeting you. Thanks for the introductions and advice. I hope to get to know you better in the future.

