I wish every day that I was back on the campus.
Dress nice: I was wearing leather jackets, blazers, aviators, wingtips, sweater vests and loud-color (blood red, jewel blue) collared shirts. My (so-called) competition? When it's hot, jeans/shorts, a tee, Oakleys and a baseball cap. When it's cold, a tuque, a hoodie, jeans and winter boots under a parka.
Hit the gym: I played high school sports and in the year I took off before attending school, I was working out. Between studies, game, girls and other social activities, it fell by the wayside. I came out of a one-year plus LTR in second year, realized I looked like shit, and the next day I signed up for my membership. It helped immensely. With how cheap the gym is, it's stupid not to go.
Facebook: I can't tell you 'No Facebook', because it's hugely useful for networking, stalking keeping up with girls you want to fuck (
'Nonpareil! Good to see you!' she says, running up to me, a devilish smile on my face because I knew she would be there from her status and events pages), getting a pulse on what's going down and everyone has it; university is about the only place where not having Facebook will make things harder. Just don't be stupid with it, limit access, no stupid posts or messages.
If you have a car, visit friends at other schools: Disseminated by myself and others
here.
If you don't have a car, try to get one: Massively adds to your value; at least five times, I ended up getting somewhere with a girl I knew from class, seeing her at night or in bad weather waiting for the bus, striking up a quick chat and saying 'I can give you a ride, my car's here'. Only downside is it has to be at least semi-respectable and not beat up.
Live in a nice neighborhood near the school, in a nice house: My first place was shit; it was in the ghetto, maybe 5 k from the school and small. My second place, however, was pimp; big, high ceilings, large kitchen, very 'open', had mad parties...oh, and in a very nice neighborhood just a ten minute walk from school. There's a reason I stayed there for 3 years even though our landlord was a pure Indian Race Troll (once he opened the door to my room to see my girl, sitting on the bed, me standing before her, and her undoing my belt; literally ten seconds away from my dick being in her mouth). Get a job if you have to to make up the difference.
I'm not advising you to break the law, but...: When I started selling weed in second year, I immediately noticed, as if by some wacky magic, that I suddenly had access to tons more girls, more girls would chat me up when I was at campus and I was invited to more parties and bar nights. If you don't have experience (I sold a little bit in HS) or even smoke weed, skip this.
Your elective or humanities requirement: Classes with heavily-slanted ratios include theater, psychology, linguistics, sociology and almost any branch of the literature tree. 98% of its bullshit, but if you have to take a class you don't want to take, you might as well get some pussy out of it.
Study in the library: In first year, I missed this, because my place was so far. When I moved closer, one day I had to drop into the library to get some shit and BOOM, wall to wall women. I studied in the stacks 2-3 times a week for the remaining duration.
Whenever possible, get to class 10 minutes early: Secure a prime seat, scout the talent.