I've been meaning to write this little field report for a while but not found the time (most of my evening are currently taken up by a) gigs b) dates c) closes - not always in that order).

Ok, so over Christmas I went home to the little town that I grew up in in the Midlands. It's 10 years since I left school, so a few of the people that I'd kept in contact with over the years decided to throw a little reunion where we got as many of the people that we grew up with together for drinks etc. You know, the usual.

First thing that you need to know, is that the me in 2000 was a skinny, introverted, self-doubting kid. I got bullied because I was clever and didn't date a single person until I went to university (which is where I came out of my shell).
Suffice to say, that when I swanned into the hired venue for the evening in my new toned physical condition, well groomed look, minor peacocking attire (decided not to overdo it) and with all the confidence of the world at my feet, I turned a lot of heads and shocked a lot of people. But more on that in a minute.

The day before said reunion I was back home, and one of the guys I see over Xmas most years invited me out for a drink, so we head to the local Lloyds (all class!)

He started going on about his lack of confidence etc with women (I'd not mentioned anything about all this at that point), and how "people like us" always struggled with them. I needed to show him that unlike 10 years ago, this was no longer the case. I started telling him about bits of PUA stuff, and I'll be honest, he told me that he thought it was all bullshit.

A point had to be made.

I pointed a couple of 8's out on the floor who were being (badly) chatted up by some drunken twat. Their body language and the way they were constantly looking around rather than engaging each other told me they were on the lookout for guys, but not the one that was trying it on.
I told me mate that I'd get them to come to me. He continued to call my bluff.

I simply went onto the dancefloor (there were probably 4 people on it as it was only about 7:30 in the evening) and started throwing a few shapes. Now, I'd consider myself a pretty good dancer, but I don't give a shit nevertheless. I just made it very obvious that I was out to have some fun. I made the point of catching the eye of the hotter of the two a couple of times and flashing her a cheeky grin, which each time she reciprocated.
After no more than three or four minutes (no rush, the place was dead), I left the dancefloor back to my mate who was leaning against the wall texting at the time, and nodded my head at the girl as I left it.

He said to me something along the lines of "So what mate? You didn't do anything"
I started responding with "mate, I guarantee you that in less than two minutes they'll be.... oh, hello?". I was stopped mid sentence as my target came up behind me and threw her arms around the back of my neck.

My mate looked fucking flabbergasted. Priceless. I winked at him and turned around and engaged both of the girls that had come over. I tried to get my mate in on the action, but he froze up so I sent him to get drinks whilst I worked on the set. As he came back a minute or so later, I was taking both of their numbers, got kissed on the cheek by both and then fully k-closed the hotter of the two.

I took my drink off my mate and cheekily said to the girls "go on then, run along and if you're lucky you'll bump into me later."

They wandered off and I stood there triumphantly as my mate watched them leave.

"So what was this bullshit that you were on about mate?" I asked him. He didn't know what to say. A few minutes later, a couple of the other guys I grew up with joined us, and he kept singing my praises about what a guy I'd become and what had just happened. I'd become the pack leader.

Half an hour or so later, the girls decided to leave, and as they walk past my target again came up behind me and bit me on the ear and said "we're going to blah blah, you should come". I responded with "nar, my cousin is DJing at blah blah, so we're going there for a bit of moral support".
Note: I didn't invite them, I just let them know where we were going.

Anyway, later in the night were at our venue of choice and she texts with "we're coming to blah blah, hope you're still there xx"
She turns up, more k-closing of her (the rest of town was really slim pickings, hence not investigating other avenues), to the point where I said "it's a shame we're here and not where I live in Bristol. I'd take you home right now if I wasn't staying at my parents".
"Well I live by myself" she says.
"Is that an invite?" I ask
"If you want it to be", she replies.
"Right then, tell your friend we're going" I tell her
She does, we leave, the rest you can figure out for yourself


So, the next day comes around and I'm busting into the reunion. Before I've even arrived, the tales of my previous nights antics have spilt around the room. Suddenly, it's not the BCB of 2000 that they're seeing, but the BCB of 2010. Everyone, and I mean everyone is coming up to me and talking to me.

The guys who used to treat me like shit are asking advice and things like "is that why you're wearing that hat?" and shit like that, and you know what, I don't give them the fucking time of day. They were pricks 10 years ago, and most of them haven't changed.

Funny thing is though, that the girls that didn't look at me twice back in the school days were clambering over each other to talk to me, see how I was and what I'd been up to.

Two particular girls got special attention, but for different reasons. The first one because when I asked her out in year 7 she said no and made me cry (yeah whatever, I was 11) and then she took the piss out of my for the following 7 years for it. This was the first time I'd spoken to her since leaving school, and I told her quite bluntly that she used to be a bitch, and that I was a good a person and she'd made me feel like shit back in the day. I told her that I was a good and interesting person, and that she'd lost out not having me as a friend by being so horrible to me all those years; and you know what happened? She cried. Aged 28, she cried in front of the school. I couldn't help but feel a little justice, but after we hugged it out and chatted more, we let bygones by bygones and realised that we're both very different and better people these days.

And finally there's the second girl, S. I'd fancied S for YEARS at school and never told anyone (last of all her). When I finally got around to talking to her, I told her quite bluntly that I'd always fancied her back in the day.
"Only back then, and not now?" she asked me.
"Hold up", I thought. My once unobtainable girl is flirting with me.
"Maybe a little bit now" I said "but you've let yourself go a bit" I say and wink at her. She knows I'm being cheeky.

We banter and flirt a bit more and proceed in getting remarkably drunk without leaving each others company for the rest of the night, until it's time to leave.
"When are you back until?" she asks me
"Leave tomorrow" I say (it was a lie, I was back for a couple more nights but had made plans - if this was happening, it was happening tonight)
"I presume you're staying at your parents too?" she asks.
"Yeah, shame huh?" I say
"Well", she starts, "I can be very quiet".

And then, for the first time EVER (and I mean that), I take home a girl to my parents house in the middle of the night. I make it clear that no matter what happens, she HAS to be gone by the morning as I don't want her walking out my house and being greeted by my folks (as they still think I'm a picture of innocence and I'm glad to keep it that way for now). She agrees.

We arrive at mine a little after 1am, and she's gone by 3:30am. Apart from my dad knocking on my bedroom door to make sure everything was alright (I'd been home an hour and the light was still on which they could see above the door) which could have potentially busted me, I got away with it scot free.

So, anyway. I guess what all this goes to show is that it doesn't matter what stage of learning about PUA you're at, you'll get there eventually; and even if it takes 10 god damn years, there's no reason you can't get that girl you've always wanted.




Do I get the biggest post ever award?

That was awesome mate. Wish my high school reunion had gone like that. Good times

Brilliant, well-crafted report. Shows the clear before and after progression.

My 10 year school reunion had a big attendance, went well for me. I related to your story that many if us want our long lost school friends, former school enemies, and birds we used to fancy to have a positive impression, whilst staying true to yourself, true to your personality.

I had a gf back in London at the time of reunion, talked about her when asked, had been doing a load of weight training, turned up early so I could be socially awesome w ppl as they gradually arrived, was fun catching up with ppl, and I was one of a small select group to be invited to the sole after-party, at someone's home, which ended up being the 10 year later version of cool cross-selection of the year. I was in that cool cross-selection in my final year at school, but in previous years, I had not been. That chip on my shoulder gave me anger, drive and determination throughout school.

Revenge of the nerd.

I like it.

It's nice to be able to look back on your past and say "fuck that, I'm a better person now".

It's also nice to put your demons to bed - both literally and metaphorically

Great story, so happy endings to exist! I know I am very different to how i was back in School. But you know you really can't help the way you are when you're a child and children can be cruel but once we become adults we grow up, we change. I'm glad you got some closure from the girl who rejected you. Not sure there was any need to make her cry but I suspect she did feel guilty of how she treated you.

A superior attitude would be not to show how well you have done but be tolerant and forgiving of others. That is a better form of revenge if you want to give it that label. I was bullied at school too but I remember by sixth form most of the bullies had become my friends because they had grown up a little!

I'm glad things are going well for you but don't let the new power go to your head.