Even though I approached girls relentlessly, I wasn't really approachable myself.
Rite Of Passage: Memoirs of a Survivor of the Pickup CommunityI didn't know who I was any longer, so I just was.
Rite Of Passage: Memoirs of a Survivor of the Pickup CommunityIt was all fine until the girls started drinking. (Everything is always fine up until that point.)
Rite Of Passage: Memoirs of a Survivor of the Pickup CommunityWe were not actually famous, I have to add. People were just drunk.
Rite Of Passage: Memoirs of a Survivor of the Pickup Community