This is a post I thought I’d never write.
Before Breaking Beta it started with my friend K and I just getting together for lunch and hanging out. K introduced me the Game and Pickup. One of the very first few times we hung out I told him about an epic fail of mine…

I was out drinking with a friend and two girls he knew when we all hopped on his boat drunk and drove back to the small island he had rented with a house on it. The house was really more of a shack. In this shack there were only two mattress beds, and there were four of us. Looks like we’re sharing. This was before I knew anything about game so I was beyond horrible with understanding woman. Before I could make any kind of “smooth move” on the girl I was sharing a bed with she shut me down. She said something to the effect of, “That’s your side of the bed and this is mine” and then it felt like the Berlin Walk running down the middle of the bed. Absolutely nothing happened. I felt so powerless to change the situation. I wish still a virgin at this time and felt like I would be for the rest of my life. I was sharing a bed with a girl and it was no demoralizing knowing nothing was going to happen.

I told K that story and he gave me some tips for that kind of thing and how to deal with the shit tests relating to it. I’ve never a problem with this kind of thing since.

Fast forward to now, 2012. Two years, almost three since then.
I’d been at the pub with friends watching the crushing derby match between Manchester United and our noisy neighbors, Manchester City. We lost and after the game we went to some friends house for a hangout and some drinks. We were all sitting around the front porch when that very girl from 3 years ago that I shared a bed with pulled into the driveway. Like a zombie risen from the dead my feels from that night hit me. They hit me, but didn’t knock me over.

She exchanged a few words with some of the other people around and then she said she recognized me and I pretended I didn’t know where from. Then she remembered my name and I was sure she would that night too. Surprisingly she didn’t remember and couldn’t remember how she knew me. Later through the night we got talked about what each other did and wanted to do. It was just the two of us hanging out talking about ideas when she suggested we get together some time for coffee to keep talking about this kind of thing. She seemed nervous, she mentioned several possible days that would work for her before I even said anything. Unfortunately the zombie feels of beta-ness from all those years ago prevented me from getting her number. I should have pulled the trigger right then and there but it all worked out cause I in touch with her later.

Never a million years did I expect to find myself in that situation. The girl from years ago who shut me down was now throwing out days and times for us to get together. Wow is all I can say. Amazing how things can change.