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How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 2

This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.

Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.

In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.

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To all pickup artists, rappers, and those trolls who yell remarks at women on the streets: Please accept my sincere statement of GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

From men whining that they can't date hot girls above a 7, and rappers talking about bitches and hoes because their thoughts as people don't matter. I am done in!

Some will argue: "Those are little boys, you need a real man."

Excuse me, ma'am, but my biological clock doesn't have a reset button. If I am approaching my 30's am I'm still surrounded by these "little boys" my age, I can't accept that as an answer.

Though with how society treats women, I can't even imagine wanting to bring a little girl into this world. Knowing she will just eventually reach an age where her words no longer matter - probably around age 14. Though looking at the trends of young starlets, my daughter will probably be sexualized by age 10 and be on her first diet because she's too fat and not sexy.

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