I've put off this review for quite some time because it's hard for me to honestly convey how life changing my weekend with
Braddock was. I could go into the background of how I ended up at
Love Systems, but it's a pretty usual story. Broke up with a girlfriend, was feeling sad, stumbled upon the community.
When I signed up for
Braddock's class, I prayed it would awaken something in me that I'd felt inside but either wouldn't or couldn't get out. I'm not a guy who has never gotten women. Occasionally, with the right group, the right amount of booze, or the right attitude, I can work a room. I've been described as “charming” on many occasions. I could not figure out, however, how to turn that energy on at will. It just sort of happened. After months of frustration something would click in my mind, and for one night I'd be the player, the guy in the room every girl wanted. I just couldn't figure out the secret recipe that put me in this zone. Most of the time I was a wallflower, a total non-approacher. Months would go by with nothing. I was determined to unlock this secret. I hoped
Braddock was the answer.
Let me say this now-
Braddock was the answer.
I felt during the instructional training I was getting the information down. I understood the concepts and I was excited to try them out in the field. I was also nervous. I'd made maybe three cold approaches in my life. My success in the past had been based on
social circle or the occasional girl opening me. I didn't want to rely on luck anymore.
Let me say
Braddock, besides being very likable and respectful, is an excellent teacher. Not just pickup. He has the ability to TEACH. During one section of the class he explained how the brain works, and how neurons process information. There are only two things in life I've ever found myself unable to comprehend: biology and dancing. The information
Braddock displayed to me had been presented to me over 100 times by various high school teachers and college professors, always leaving me scratching my head. When
Braddock explained it suddenly it made perfect sense.
I joked with him during infield, “You have a gift for teaching. You should start a university where you just relate each subject to pussy. All your students will come out superstars.”
When we arrived to the infield I was immediately clenched up with nervousness. I could barely breathe. One of the junior instructors,
Calabrese, gave me a pep talk. “You're lost in your head space man, but that's okay. Just make the jump.”
Braddock walked over, “What's wrong, man?”
“I have approach anxiety.”
“I promise you man, you're going to be great. Go wing for a few guys. [Student] is there. Go to it.”
What's important about
Braddock is he pushed but he wasn't pushy. He has a way of inspiring you to be the best you can, without making you feel forced or uncomfortable. I winged the set. I said almost nothing. I was paralyzed. I blew it. I told
Braddock.
“That's a warm-up. You're going to be a rock star. Go open those two girls over there with your indirect opener.”
Against every muscle in my body I did as
Braddock said. It felted canned, unnatural, and uncomfortable. I politely exited the set after only a couple minutes. I told
Braddock it didn't go so well.
“I don't really like indirect openers for just that reason,” he explained, “but I like the students to try them. There's two girls over there, go sit next to them and use the 'sorry I'm late' opener.”
Again, I did as I was asked.
“Hey girls, sorry I'm late, but traffic was really bad, I hit every red light, and I got here as soon as I could.”
The girls smiled, “We've been waiting for you all night!”
Holy crap, this is working!
“Ladies, everyone here has been waiting for me. I'm a man with style and good taste. What do you guys do, are you nurses?”
“No, we're lawyers.”
The music was loud. I thought they said whores. I thought they were fucking with me. I laughed and said, “Haha, ok, yeah, you guys are whores!”
“No... we said lawyers.”
I quickly exited the set. I told
Braddock how it went. He laughed and patted me on the shoulder,
“Dude, you've got balls. At least you opened well. Try another one.”
I tried to, but after my last bomb, I was lost. I couldn't move. I was terrified.
Bubsy, a instructor hopeful helping out, came to check on me. Note to
LOVE SYSTEMS: HIRE BUBSY NOW! Let me say that the man writing this is not the same man who entered the bar that night. The story you are about to read is going to result in a transformation. A man who, in three weeks time, has had success with a large number of women, from everywhere to making out and beyond- all the way beyond. EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND SINCE. This may not have happened if Bubsy hadn't have pulled me out of my slump. Bubsy, I owe you many beers. Fuck, I owe you my life.
I told Bubsy of my lack of success. He had a way of making you feel at ease and that you were his best friend.
“Okay, I get it you're shook up. Let me open a set for you. You can wing me. We'll do this all night if we have to.”
I meekly shook my head okay. Bubsy opened a set. I came in. Don't ask me to remember what my opener was, but I got a laugh. I eased up a little. I asked which girl was the good one and which was the bad one. I isolated Bubsy's obstacle. I kept in set a total of fifteen minutes before I ran out of things to say. I got nervous and exited, but I exited gracefully, and I felt relieved I had finally managed to talk to a woman and seem even mildly interesting. Bubsy went to get a drink and told me to find him afterwords and he'd open another set. I agreed, though it didn't end up being necesarry.
Shortly after I ran into
Braddock. He asked how things were going and I updated him. I explained the last set was painless and I only left because I froze up.
“That's good man, you're improving. Go open that girl over there. At some point during the set, no matter how well it's going, I want you to use the line, 'We would never work. It would be all fights and make up sex.”
I thought he was crazy, but I trusted him and I agreed. Feeling a slight boost of confidence, I opened up a Manhattan Layer who was at least an 8. I was charming, I was social, I had her laughing, and I was
kino escalating. She leaned forward a bit and said she liked baseball. Here's was the moment.
“Oh God no! I'm a theater guy! I can already tell we'd never work, it would be all fights and make up sex!”
She laughed, punched me on the arm, and said, “Does that sound so bad?”
IT WORKED! HOLY CRAP IT WORKED!
I stayed in set for almost a half hour. Her friends finally told her they were leaving, but we exchanged E-mail addresses and she told me “If you ever come to NY look me up.”
I felt relieved, and a little powerful. I found
Braddock and told him the good news.
“Dude, good job. Hold on.”
Braddock grabbed a girls arm. A really cute (8.5) Italian girl.
“Hey, have you met GQ?”
Then he peaced out.
Now, I'm going to just walk you through my interaction with Kara. Names have been changed, and I'm abbreviating this a lot (this set ended up being about an hour) but everything in here really happened. And when it was over, I was no longer the same man I was before.
Kara(K): Hey, do you speak Italian?
GQ(Me, G): No, why do you think I speak Italian?
K: Your friend told me he had a friend who speaks Italian. I just assumed...
And then it happened. No longer startled, and thriving from the energy of the last set, I calmed down, and I transformed forever. My shoulders relaxed. My eyes opened a little. I smiled. I made eye contact. GQ had arrived.
G: I have a lot of friends here. I'm a popular guy. Are you from Texas?
N: No, I'm from Italy! That's why I speak Italian!
G: Oh, too bad. I like Texas girls. I'm outta here.
(I walk off playfully and she grabs my arm)
G: Okay, okay, I'll give you a chance. You a nurse?
K: No. Why would you say that?
G: You have a save the world vibe to you.
K: I'm an interior designer.
G: An artistic type! You know, I thought you were artistic.
K: No you didn't!
G: No really. When you speak you move your eyes to the right. That means you're using your left hemisphere, which is the artistic side of your mind. We also use that for lying. What have you lied to me about?
K: Nothing! No way! That's awesome. I have to tell me friend!
(She grabs her friend to have me explain eye patterns)
Later...
K: I told you something personal about me. You need to tell me something personal about you.
G: Ok, come here. Closer. (Whispered): I'm actually black.
K: (A laugh with a disapproving glare).
G: OK, Kara, see this? (Point to my face with a huge grin). When I do this it means I'm joking, so you can laugh. It's okay, just a joke.
(For the rest of the night every time I made a joke that missed I'd point to my face grin, and she'd laugh).
Later...
K: Come on tell me something personal about yourself!
G: One time I went to a bar like this one. The music was loud and I asked two girls what they did for a living. They said lawyers, but I heard “whores.” I then yelled, “OK, so you guys are whores?” It was really embarrassing. (I turned my worst set of the night into a story).
K: HAHAHA!
Finally...
K: Tell me something really personal
G: I used to be really shy. I would come to places like this and not talk to anyone. I had to work really hard to fix this.
K: Wow, that's really inspiring that you overcame that!
G: Yeah... (pause) we just shared a moment didn't we?
K: Yes, this is where you would kiss a girl.
I waited for five seconds as if considering it, then leaned in for the kiss. We started making out. HOLY CRAP! I'd never made out with a girl I just met in a bar before!
Kara left shortly after (her friend took her home). I ran into
Braddock. He asked how it went.
“I made out with that girl and we exchanged numbers.”
“Dude, that's great!”
Calabrese grabbed me, “Dude, you're a different guy right now. You're body language, everything. You look completely different. Confidence looks good on you.”
Braddock shook his head, “Let's find you another one.”
Again he grabbed a girl, “Hey, do you know GQ?”
“No, but I want to.”
This girl grabs my head, and starts making out with me RIGHT THERE!
I could go on, but this review is already long in the tooth. That was just night one. On night two I had a really hot Asian girl offering me her phone number after meeting me for two minutes, and this was at the SUBWAY ON THE WAY TO THE BAR.
Final total for the weekend: Four make outs, three phone numbers, one E-mail address.
I've had two weekends since, and let me tell you, they both made that weekend look like child's play by comparison. This was life changing! If you're on the fence about doing this, DON'T HESITATE! My weekend with
Love Systems was the best decision I ever made!
Final words to my instructors for the weekend:
Braddock- You are the Messiah. I couldn't imagine a better instructor.
Braddock is top of
the game.
Calabrese- You're pep talks during smoke breaks where immensely helpful to me. You're going to make a top notch instructor. Thanks for everything.
Daxx- Dude, you are SMOOTH! You're attraction building games were MONEY! Worth the price of admission alone.
Bubsy- You SAVED me, man! Hire this guy! Just want to say thank you again.
Enjoying my new life. Hope to cross paths with you gentleman again.
-GQ