My Story

by Lifeguard

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I want to share with you guys how I got to where I am today in my success with women and dating. It’s kind of an interesting journey, different from what I have read about with other guys on this forum, and I think it may help some guys understand how they can further their success even better than some of my posts or advice. I have posted before on different parts of my life but this post will consolidate it and give it more of a timeline. Furthermore, I can go into some more detail and will try not to repeat what has already been said by me.

I knew I wanted to be a pickup artist when I was ten years old. I saw “Happy Days” and the character of Fonzie became my idol. He always had that black book with all the girls phone numbers in it. So I went to the local pharmacy and bought one and proceeded to fill in the phone numbers and addresses of every girl I liked. I moved around to a lot of different cities as a kid (long story, already touched on it in other posts). I remember going to back to my old neighborhood and bragging about all the girlfriends I had but all the other kids cared about were collecting baseball cards and playing stickball.

I knew I had to do more than just write in phone numbers to be a real pickup artist so I organized games after school called “college” where all the guys would sit down and the girls would take turns kissing us, and then we switch. I was the leader of this and I always would choose who my girlfriend would be for the next few weeks.

A trend started to develop for me even as early as sixth grade: stealing other guy’s girlfriends. One of the reasons that girls were drawn to me then, as they are today, is because of the way I could talk with them for hours on the phone or in the park, and really build a connection. They always felt they could tell me stuff that they couldn’t tell their boyfriend. The downside is that I got into a lot of fights and lost some friends but this competitive streak would continue for years to come. More on that later.

I had a down year. My freshman year of high school. I was going through an awkward age physically and I was also in a new school again with few friends. In the spring of that year I joined the track team. A local woman reporter came to do a story on the track team and I befriended her. We started jogging together mornings before school. She hired me to do odd jobs around her house. She was 24 and going through a divorce. Two days after Christmas of that year we slept together and continued to do so until I graduated high school. The only person who knew was a guy I worked for in a bar/restaurant. He was like a father figure to me.

I became popular at school but my friends were way too immature to let in on my secret. In fact, they would try and follow me and spy on what I was doing. They were genuinely “hurt” that I would go off places on my own without telling them. I had my own apartment (again, long story, see other posts), and I had a part-time job at night working in a bar when I was 16. The girls were intrigued with me as well and would pursue me. I fucked around with high school girls every now and then to throw off suspicion of my secret relationship. I was getting so much sex in high school that I never even masturbated until the week after my 18th birthday (the day after I broke up with the older woman). On my 18th birthday, I had a threesome with the older woman and her best friend. I went to Spring Beak in Fort Lauderdale my senior year of high school (in the 1980’s Fort Lauderdale was the shit) and I fucked 3 different girls in one day—the trifecta. I was heading off to college very experienced but little did I know that there was much more to learn…

College was cool. I played rugby and was a bouncer at the local bar. I would go out 5 nights a week, get drunk and try to get laid or get in a fight. I probably banged 15 different girls my freshman year of college. However, that summer my life would change. At the urging of my wingman in college, I went to a beach town to lifeguard and work in a bar at night. We were the youngest guys in the house we were sharing with the other lifeguards, and they took us under their wing. It was here that I learned that fighting was unnecessary and even a detriment to meeting women. Where I grew up, the tough guys always got the girls. At the beach, the “cool” guys got the girls. The guys envied them and the girls chased them. It was the ultimate form of social proof: at the beach, the guards would sit up high in their chairs and communicate via semaphore signals (hand and arm signals). The ocean was rough and we were always pulling people out of the water in dramatic fashion. At the end of the day, we practiced our lifeguard competition skills on the beach. Girls would just wait for us like puppy dogs. When we were done, we wouldn’t even look at them. They would just follow us to the bar for happy hour. We would walk in, knew everyone, got free drinks, then we would put our buoy down on the floor and laugh and talk amongst ourselves. The girls would sit there just waiting for us. When we were ready to go, we would each pick the one we wanted, ask them back to the house. Then we would just go off into separate rooms and fuck them. They would leave, we take a nap until it was time to work at the bar. At the bar, we bounced or bartended, had the social proof there again. At the end of the night, we would take girls home and bang them.

Our mindset at the beach was totally different than anything I had ever seen: girls pursue you. It was all about being cool and girls wanting to fuck you for who you WERE and how you ACTED and your ATTITUDE, rather than anything you SAID to them. What we would tell girls is that we only wanted rich girls who could buy us stuff and let us drive their cars. Girls were constantly qualifying themselves to us. We became very jaded. Now JUST fucking girls wasn’t good enough. There had to be competition. The older guys here might remember this: there was a Saab advertisement in the 80’s of a road in the countryside with three rows of sheep following a Saab. Well, we hung this ad on the refrigerator, each row was for one lifeguard in our house. Each different girl you fucked, you crossed off one sheep. A “repeat” sheep didn’t count. Girls were soon referred to as “sheep”. In lifeguard semaphore, the letter “b” is signified by sticking your right arm straight out to the side. The letter “a” is 45 degrees below that. So when you saw a girl you fucked, you pointed the girl out to another lifeguard and did the letter “b” and shook your hand down to the letter “a” so it came out like “baaaaaaaaa” (the sound a sheep makes). I won the first contest when I hit more than a half-century (50 girls) in one summer. I would repeat this the next summer as well.

So I left college with having slept with over hundreds of girls. I did some time in the USMC and worked in bars on and off. When I didn’t meet women through the bar jobs, I was going out on my own and finding them for one night stands, even when I was in relationships. This got old after doing it for years and years, I lost some good relationships with women, and guy friends who I took their girlfriends. I started to see that I had kind of an anti-social behavior when it came to meeting women and keeping friends. I changed that. I started helping guys with their fitness, nutrition and street self-defense. I met a woman and got engaged. Things seemed to be going fine. This was the second woman I have lived with but I didn’t cheat on this one. One mistake that I did make was a carry-over from my lifeguard days: I insisted on finding a rich girl. This was at the expense of other traits about her I couldn’t put up with: spoiled, jealous, and a smoker. The engagement broke off and I was back to being single again.

I started to dedicate myself to helping guys become the best they can be. I became friends with a lot of personal training clients and they started asking me about wardrobe advice for a date they had later that night. This led to giving them advice on how to talk with women and how to connect with them. I had a lot of information but it was very disorganized. I started writing dozens and dozens of journals. Each one about 150 pages long detailing my ideas. I started giving small seminars to my clients and their friends in January 2005. Then one night, many months later, I was in a hotel room. I just gave a seminar, and I was trying to fall asleep by reading an Esquire or GQ, I don’t remember. There was an article by Neil Strauss where he talked about all these pickup artists, like Mystery and Juggler. They mentioned this word sarging. I got a weird déjà vu feeling. I felt like I was back at the beach again. It was like I had a new energy. I went online and found mASF. I found other forums. I found that there were people all over the world who wanted to know this stuff and get good at it. I knew I had a lot of experience and different viewpoints that I could offer. So...here I am.

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