Reconaissance

"You know, I almost went home with a PUA once."

I was discussing my plan with one of my colleagues, Alice, when she dropped this bombshell. Alice is smart and proud, the last person I would expect to find herself under a Pickup Artist.

"It was bizarre. He was super smarmy, and I just kept getting madder and madder at his irritating little smirk. He was rude, and he kept touching me. I wanted to just walk away, but it was like being in an argument with someone and just refusing to let him win. I just couldn't let it go, but he almost ended up winning, you know, everything. Luckily I was there with a friend and she snapped me out of it."

This revelation definitely gave me food for thought. Should I bring a wing-woman to watch my back; was there really a chance that I would end up on it if I didn't?