They call me Mr. Silk.
But I wasn’t always smooth.

I grew up as one of the only Asian kids in my part of Sweden – a quiet outsider in a sea of blonde, blue-eyed confidence. I wasn’t bullied for being small or nerdy or even different. No, it was more specific than that.

It was girls.

From the locker rooms to the lunch table, I heard the same message on repeat: “Swedish girls don’t like Asian guys.” Not attractive. Nerdy. Not a real option.

That belief followed me like a shadow – quiet, heavy, and always whispering, “You’re not what they want.”

It lodged itself so deep in my psyche that even glancing at a beautiful woman felt dangerous. I wasn’t just awkward, I was paralyzed. I’d avoid eye contact, conversation, even proximity. Not because I didn’t care, but because I cared too much.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped fearing rejection – and started fearing being seen.

That’s the damage of a lie repeated long enough: you start living as if it’s the truth.

And for years, I did.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point.

I was done letting false beliefs write my story. I wanted truth, not just tactics. I wanted to understand what really creates attraction between men and women, beyond the noise, beyond the surface-level advice.

So in 2005, I entered the world of pickup. I studied everything – from Mystery Method to David DeAngelo, RSD to Direct Daygame. I explored the Red Pill, Black Pill, and Manosphere rabbit holes. I absorbed the best ideas, threw out the garbage, and kept digging deeper.

But the deeper I went, the more I noticed something no one was talking about: most “dating advice” was just recycled opinion dressed up as gospel – and none of it was

But the deeper I went, the more I noticed something no one was talking about: most “dating advice” was just recycled opinion dressed up as gospel – and none of it was grounded in real science.