Where Souls Collide
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?