This is the part where I would say something like, “You gotta ask
me”. But, I ain’t here to close in on myself. I come from a small
town outside of San Diego city where trouble is my middle name and
notoriety… is what I got. I’m here to set the truth and set it so
fucking straight that it will twist your world the fuck up. But, I’m
not here to prove you wrong… I’m here to prove me right. Niggaz
want beef? I eat it! Bitchez wanna get attitude? Fuck ‘em! In my
world anything goes and if you can’t handle the tsunami WAVES that I
generate then you would be absolutely wise to not even bother with
paddling out. Because in my ocean… you’re bound to drown. You’re
always getting the “real” me… just not every bit of me, at any
one point, at every waking moment. It’s too much, I drive people
away… I’m too complicated. I already said it… I’m not here to
close in on myself so, I won’t. I’m a pickup artist who is just
starting out in this game. That’s right! I said it! I’m a
motherfuckin PUA baby! But, I’m not what you think I am. Society has
too many negative connotations of why pickup artists exist and I’m
here blow the lid WAY off the bullshit and boil the misconceptions
down to sweet nothings. So, with that said you can damm well bet I
spend a considerable amount of my time researching the art of
seduction, psychology, women, sociology, the dating scene, and the
complicated mechanics of flirting. I want to meet, wine, and dine with
beautiful women from all over the world baby. And, someday… I even
hope to become a world renowned matchmaker, imagine that :). You are
about to enter my zone, my world, my universe, my life all wrapped up
in my complicated set of rules, ambitions, philosophies, and
convictions. I don’t go 100%… I GO 120%. Can you handle that?
