Quick background...5'8, thin build, in a top-tier fraternity, I started memorizing every word Chase has ever spit out since January of 2013, started putting it to practice around April/May 2013 and really getting into it late-August 2013 (When I moved in to college). This is a timeline of the shit that went down my freshman year of college.
August
So, I had planned on joining a fraternity all summer so I rushed and I did. But prior to that, were 4 weeks of college where I was relatively unknown, there were tons of chicks my age walking around who didn't know anyone, were trying to abuse this new-found freedom and looking to make friends....
. I basically approached every chick that was in sight and ended up with roughly 30 numbers in 4 weeks. This was all good and all, and got me on some momentum but I really did not get any action except for a kiss close. However, I wasn't worried. Note: I still dressed like shit (gym shorts, shirts and socks like every fucking college kid, had wavering confidence, the works..my fundamentals weren't up to par despite my efforts).
September
This is when shit got real. I was out a lot so my elevator game got pretty good. Met this one girl who gave me some mean dome within 10 minutes of meeting her, she later turned out to be a major slut known by 30,000 kids but fuck it right? Another girl I banged after 4 hours of solid day-game, met her while walking around and took her for a insta-date. Briefly developed feelings for this college athlete girl who I thought was the bomb, blondes with asses will get to me man. That stalled my game for about 2 weeks while I tried to chase her and she gave dome to the baseball team...yeah. ANYWHOSIES - we had a couple of mixers (when multiple sororities party with one fraternity...HUGE AMOUNTS OF POON LIKE I'M TALKING 200-40 GIRLS TO BROTHERS) and all highly attractive, average at worst. Got some digits, I was still thinking about that one girl so I kept fucking up.
October-November
The second half of the first semester was interesting...so through pledging girls were complaining I was coming off a little too strong and brothers were like, bruh cool it or we're going to intervene, and I was like...aight its all good. So, I got all in my head, trying to calibrate my approaches and this completely sabotaged what little momentum I had had. So, I focused on my fundamentals..tonality, body language, general attractiveness. Developed killer style, I got the ball rolling for next semester while still getting some action, dates and shit.
Second Semester
Okay, so I came back. Solid fundamentals, clear headed, ready to pimp some bitches. Right!? WRONG. Partially. I changed my way of dressing, battled with "who am I" and other identity issues, solidified my fundamentals and after some early success developed an ego and a playboy persona that was very fragile, and I could feel it. I wouldn't approach girls due to fear of having this persona broken down. I battled with issues of me making constant jokes when in tense situations (such as escalation windows) and defusing the tension, I got good at reading body language and knowing which girls like me and which don't. Battled with not pushing interactions. Battled with text game. I came face-to-face with a lot of issues that were coming at me 1000MPH and was unsure of how to handle them. I started digesting everything chase said again. Reading every single article, watching movies, getting more experience. Got with several chicks, a lot more than the previous semester. My lay count was 3 for the semester and 1 the one prior.
Summer
Somehow, while largely inactive, I got A LOT BETTER. I guess through reading so much and reframing my mindsets, I managed to change my subsconscious. Or maybe through reflection I got a lot better. Well, my lay count for the summer was 2 despite talking to like 10 girls. Whereas I'd talk to THOUSANDS of girls in college. Anyways, this saturday I'm coming back. I'll update this thread every now and then. Farewell my brothers. KEEP TRYING.
August
So, I had planned on joining a fraternity all summer so I rushed and I did. But prior to that, were 4 weeks of college where I was relatively unknown, there were tons of chicks my age walking around who didn't know anyone, were trying to abuse this new-found freedom and looking to make friends....
September
This is when shit got real. I was out a lot so my elevator game got pretty good. Met this one girl who gave me some mean dome within 10 minutes of meeting her, she later turned out to be a major slut known by 30,000 kids but fuck it right? Another girl I banged after 4 hours of solid day-game, met her while walking around and took her for a insta-date. Briefly developed feelings for this college athlete girl who I thought was the bomb, blondes with asses will get to me man. That stalled my game for about 2 weeks while I tried to chase her and she gave dome to the baseball team...yeah. ANYWHOSIES - we had a couple of mixers (when multiple sororities party with one fraternity...HUGE AMOUNTS OF POON LIKE I'M TALKING 200-40 GIRLS TO BROTHERS) and all highly attractive, average at worst. Got some digits, I was still thinking about that one girl so I kept fucking up.
October-November
The second half of the first semester was interesting...so through pledging girls were complaining I was coming off a little too strong and brothers were like, bruh cool it or we're going to intervene, and I was like...aight its all good. So, I got all in my head, trying to calibrate my approaches and this completely sabotaged what little momentum I had had. So, I focused on my fundamentals..tonality, body language, general attractiveness. Developed killer style, I got the ball rolling for next semester while still getting some action, dates and shit.
Second Semester
Okay, so I came back. Solid fundamentals, clear headed, ready to pimp some bitches. Right!? WRONG. Partially. I changed my way of dressing, battled with "who am I" and other identity issues, solidified my fundamentals and after some early success developed an ego and a playboy persona that was very fragile, and I could feel it. I wouldn't approach girls due to fear of having this persona broken down. I battled with issues of me making constant jokes when in tense situations (such as escalation windows) and defusing the tension, I got good at reading body language and knowing which girls like me and which don't. Battled with not pushing interactions. Battled with text game. I came face-to-face with a lot of issues that were coming at me 1000MPH and was unsure of how to handle them. I started digesting everything chase said again. Reading every single article, watching movies, getting more experience. Got with several chicks, a lot more than the previous semester. My lay count was 3 for the semester and 1 the one prior.
Summer
Somehow, while largely inactive, I got A LOT BETTER. I guess through reading so much and reframing my mindsets, I managed to change my subsconscious. Or maybe through reflection I got a lot better. Well, my lay count for the summer was 2 despite talking to like 10 girls. Whereas I'd talk to THOUSANDS of girls in college. Anyways, this saturday I'm coming back. I'll update this thread every now and then. Farewell my brothers. KEEP TRYING.