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SIN
FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING BOOK,
THE GAME: PENETRATING THE SECRET SOCIETY OF
PICKUP ARTISTS BY NEIL STRAUSS
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damages including, but not limited to, lost sales and enforcement costs, if
you share this book or any portion thereof with anyone else.
CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 11
PLAYING THE GAME 37 SOCIAL PYRAMID THEORY
197
CHAPTER 4
MIRROR THEORY 53 CHAPTER 12
ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY 217
CHAPTER 5
NO MORE MR NICE CHAPTER 13
GUY 79 TANGLED WEB THEORY 239
CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 14
SEX ON THE BRAIN 92 PROJECT HOLLYWOOD 249
CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 15
THE HOLLYWOOD DAY TWO GAME 270
ROOSEVELT 109
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 8 CHESHIRE BRIDGE 306
MULTIPLE HITS
ROUTINE 129 CHAPTER 17
PUA LIFESTYLE 318
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS 330
To all the Women reading this book,
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your social skills, the more truthful you are able to naturally
become. The more you practice, the more you lose those
feelings of anxiety, obsessional thoughts, phobias, and
compulsion preventing you from being your true self or
comfortable when meeting the opposite sex. Eventually,
with enough success, you may find that you are labeled a
sleazy misogynistic Pickup Artist as well! Welcome to the
club! But somehow, the logic just doesn't seem coherent at
all. In my book, I clearly advance the idea of truthfulness,
and demonstrate why this is the best way for both men and
women to socially interact. Everybody wins.
Even more, as a Pickup Artist, I gladly accept any
behavior or conduct women may choose. I certainly don't:
1) consider sexual females sluts, 2) expect women to fulfill
stereotypical gender roles like cooking, cleaning, or to be
barefoot and pregnant, 3) want to prevent a woman from
working or making equal pay, 4) expect women to be virgins
until marriage, 5) want to prevent women from having one
night stands or short-term relationships (even if it breaks my
heart), 6) need to exclude or narrowly define what types of
occupations women can choose for themselves such as
stripping or making pornography, or 7) want to prohibit
women from using their natural sexual guile to attract men,
which is exactly what both sexes attempt to do, while
conversely, Pickup Artists encourage women to exercise
their right of choice most! To me, anything less seems
disrespectful or hateful of women. Hence why female
Pickup Artists see themselves as redefining their roles as
women, where they can now choose a mindset to be
comfortable with their feminine sexual prowess and equal
with men at the same time.
Seduction done correctly should be perceived as
enjoyable, and something that makes the woman feel good
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about herself. Ultimately, the woman should choose the best
man possible for herself. A Pickup Artist's goal is to
transform his self in order to put his best foot forward, and
thereby, be chosen more often, which in turn, gives women
more choice of viable men. The rest is superstition of what
you may not know. I invite you to learn how, and hope you
enjoy the adventure to its fullest.
Of course, I invite any woman out there still with
questions to investigate further by contacting me by email to
explore the difference between "misogynist" and "lover of
women". I'd be very bad not to.
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"Y'know what they say... Big hands... Big talent;
Mystery, star of VH-l's reality TV show
The Pickup Artist
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place than everyone else. So get your ass back to L.A. and
start teaching the stuff! You're so much more qualified than
many of these wanna-be pickup artists who are just leading
men astray."
It was true; you could find a lair and a reading list just by
Googling "PUA," and that was just the legitimate stuff.
Everywhere I looked there was Seduction Amway, some guy
with a catchy screen name and his own forum who sarged for
a week with a Master Pickup Artist and now wanted to sell
DVD's and run seminars. I, on the other hand, was still a big
question mark to most people. People wanted to know about
the real Sin, the original Sin. Even so I felt my secrets might
be better left unspoken, safely locked away lest they fall into
the wrong hands. For me, the game started as a journey, not
a journey to see how many women I could get into bed,
although the number is impressive, but a spiritual one. My
goal has always been to seek out growth, the growth that
everyone often talks about but rarely achieves. Pickup was
the flip side of the coin. Now my hard-earned spiritual
secrets could also make testicular fairy tales come true.
There was a pregnant pause that lingered between us.
"Ah, fuck it!" I finally replied. "If I'm going to do this
tiring, then I'm going to do it right I want to give away
every secret I know on how men can attract women instantly.
I want men to have the upper hand. I want men everywhere
to win!"
So here it is finally - the secrets that both men and women
alike will want to discern. This is my method, Sin's Method,
exposed and in the open. Everything you are about to hear is
a true story. It really happened.
Here is how my journey for spiritual growth began...
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CHAPTER 1
PERVERSIONS
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black corsets and fishnet stockings, rivetheads in para-
military gear, tortured piercings and skin art, and drag
queens.
Somehow. I'd managed to fit in anions this odditv of
misfits and freaks.
I leaned against the bar. casually observing the audience
that had Gathered around, and threw out a challenac to
Mystcrv. whom I'd met for the vcrv first time.
"Do it again! Right now!" I demanded, holdina out mv
cup of water, ostensibly giving Mystery no chance to
prepare. "Right now!"
Mystcrv narrowed his eves, broke from his admiring fans,
and approached me. But this time. I felt confident I'd caught
him by surprise. I was determined to expose his telekinctic
illusion as a simple hoax, having made him repeat the effect
now several times over.
Mystery extended his long arms, pulled back his sleeves
in a cheesy effect to say: "Look, nothing up my sleeves]" and
then, he placed his hands over my drink. My eyes strained in
the darkness of the club, intently studying the illusionist in
front of me. I watched for any possible clue, some kind of
slip up. or any logical indication of how he did it.
Mystery wiaalcd his lone. thin, maaic finacrs. lie had a
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towering six foot five frame, w as lanky, pale, exceedingly
arrogant, and smiled widely like a swashbuckler. He looked
at me as if he owned the place, although I'd never seen him
here before tonight. And, what was worse, I found myself
forced to look up at him, being only average in height. It
was a fact that didn't seem to escape Mystery as he loomed
in closer.
"Watch aaain." said Mystcrv. as if he was talking to a
demanding four-year old nephew. His hands circled my cup,
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hovering a foot above my straw. "I tighten my stomach
muscles, exert pressure on the straw, and—"
"No wayl" I complained loudly, aggravated at how my
straw had just sloshed around the rim of the cup. lifted from
my drink entirely, and flicked out onto the floor. I had
detected nothins that would reveal him.
"Pretty neat, eh?" he replied, letting go of his breath and
exhaling. Mystery's nasal-sounding Canadian accent was
paradigm with the "eh" tagged at the end of every sentence
he spoke. It was as obvious as the handful of lemons he
squeezed into his coke.
"Damn foreigner," I thought, annoyed at his persistent
secrecy. The bastard probably dipped his French fries in
mayonnaise too.
I fit in perfectly with the wanna-be dead with dyed black
hair (that was once naturally blonde), my pale skin, a black
waffle long-sleeve shirt from the military surplus on Vine
Street, black Dickies work slacks, and black
Czechoslovakian paratrooper boots, known as Monkey
Boots.
Surprisingly, Mystery blended in as well, wearing a cheap
black business suit that he'd probably shopped from the sales
rack at Ross "Dress for Less" onlv a block away on Sunset
(which had obviously been rigged for illusion), his long
black hair tied into a tacky ponytail, and black painted
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fingernails. In fact, he was more of a freak than I w as.
The most noticeable difference between us. however, was
a hot little five foot two girl named Sadie, who had natural
double D's. and hung next to me as my "Pivot" (a woman,
typically a friend, who helps a pickup artist meet other
women). Of course, the term was just one of many words in
a lexicon of pickup artist terminology used by them for
secrecy. Later. I'd learn the intricacies of "PUA" linco.
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usina their tonus on my own as if they were second nature.
According to PUA (Pickup Artist) vocabulary, Sadie was a
IIB9 (or, a Hot Babe rating " 9 " in looks on a 10 point scale).
Mystery slid in next to Sadie and actually managed not to
look down her shirt, which wasn't so easy to do. She was
wearing a low cut number, specially designed to get men to
stare at her ample breasts. She loved the attention her chest
gave her. But while Mystery made his move on Sadie,
seemingly keeping eye-contact the whole time, I brooded
over the straw lvina on the floor across from me instead.
Suddenly. I felt foolishly out of place as I still held the water
cup in my hand.
Sadie was like a sister to me. althouah she was a
notorious flirt. Mystery, of course, knew nothina of this. I'd
known Sadie since she was fourteen. Back then. 1 eked out a
deplorable existence by parking cars at the Fashion Island
mall in Newport Beach. On weekends. Sadie would visit
with her friend Brie among a hundred other annoying
adolescents that jumped from planters, ran through fountains,
huna off railinas in front of the Yellow Brick Road Arcade.
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and aathered at the Island Terrace food court. Sadie was the
clever and playful Aries who tried to instigate fights; Brie
was the brooding and mysterious Scorpio who liked to be
ignored or pushed away. Both girls shared their drama-filled
lives in detail with me, and I was thankful for their company,
handina out my own version of useful advice. Of course,
having watched them grow up, I vowed never to sleep with
them, but finally slipped up and slept with Brie when she'd
returned from her Freshman year of collcae. Sadie was
furiously pissed, because she'd felt that I should have hooked
up with her too. My biggest mistake, however, was sleeping
with Erie's mom two weeks later. After the bia blowout, the
two of them never wanted to talk with me again. But until
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then. Sadie and I had the rapport and body language of good
friends or secure lovers. Mystery wasn't sure which we
were, but knew lie would have to get through me to
successfully close Sadie.
Suddenlv. Mystery hit me on the shoulder: "So what do
you think, eh?" he gestured at my cup. "That's what illusion
is all about!"
My mood began to darken. The guy was a certified
caotist.
"It's just a trick," I argued.
"Trick? ... Trick!?!" hooted Erik. lie leaned in closer. I
was well-read on the topic of non-verbal communication.
Mystery was either completely unaware of his aggressive
body language, or he was making an effort to overpower me.
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which one. I wasn't certain. What w as most interestins about
Mystery was that he appeared aggressive while remaining
completely non-threatening.
"The 'real' illusion is in the minds of those who hear
about what I just did." he began, "...Testimony! Those who
witnessed me levitating six inches off the sround will tell
their friends. Their friends will tell their friends. In an hour
or two from now, I'll hear about how I levitated three feet off
the ground. Only I won't show them. That's illusion!"
What kind of bullshit was that. I thought. The illusion, as
he put it. was wreaking havoc with my mind, and I wanted it
over with - Now! Smugly, Mystery allowed my infectious
curiosity to plague my soul.
How could I explain to this self-satisfied show-off that I
had practically been a Zen monk, meditating some four to six
hours a day while staring at a blank white wall, and how his
illusions possessed a much deeper secret for me, whatever
that was?
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Even worse, how could 1 explain the blowout
enlightenment I'd recently experienced, which had (in all its
strangeness), brought me out of my retreat, and back to night
clubs once again. Earlier, my mediations had become so
intense that I could only explain them as something similar
to having jammed my fingers into an electric wall socket.
Mv friends had been convinced that I was some sort of guru,
possessing the answer to life's great mysteries. I was
someone who had been sought out. instrumental in guiding
the lives of many through their own spiritual endeavors.
Naturally, my friends had assumed that I had spiritually
evolved out of my lurid past, where I used to go out clubbing
late, meeting a new girl almost every night, changing women
almost as often as I changed nightclubs.
But unknown to my friends, my blowout enlightenment
had actually revealed "nothing" Not just any kind of
nothing, but dark, absolute, bleak, existential nothingness!
So strange and powerful, in fact, that mv enlightenment sent
me running all the way from my former life in stale Orange
County to a new one in the grimy streets of Hollywood. On
that day, everything I thought I knew had changed; I felt
earthly, terrified, and on the edge of insanity. I felt as if my
much-loved illusions of bright rainbow colors had been
ripped away, and now. I dangled my feet over an inky black
void!
In reality, I'd just returned from staving at Shasta Abbey
monastery, a Buddhist retreat in the mountains of northern
California. There. I experienced three wet dreams for the
first three nights in a row, and my brain felt like it dropped
completely out of my head. I was overwhelmed with chi and
became stuck in meditation, unable to wrestle my thoughts
free, no matter how hard I tried. My mind was like crystal, a
lens so luminous that I could have used it to bum ants (if I
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hadn't felt so at "one" with everything around me), so I
carefully stepped around them as the ants marched with us to
the dining hall instead.
Then, the laughter started. Mad, uncontrollable, Zen
laughter. The type of laughter that the resident Buddhist
monks didn't exactly appreciate, or apparently comprehend;
and 1 knew right then, with every fiber of my being, that the
monastery was no longer the place for me. I had seen that
even monks had their problems like everyone else. No, I
would have to go back into the world and live a normal life
of stressful subsistence, and somehow manage to reach total
enlightenment. Everything 1 had felt and thought for six
years was gone in a Hash. I was totally convinced that I'd
gone mad.
But who would have guessed this just by looking at me?
I looked just like everybody else in the club. I was goth
again, and my friends back in Orange County felt robbed of
their teacher. I had played a role for them. But it was an
illusion that was no longer mine.
I felt fortunate that Sadie had started clubbing with me at
Perversions, and out of everyone else, she was happy to see
the drastic change. She'd also just recently turned twenty-
one.
Unexpectedly. Sadie cupped my ear. "I think this creepy
guy is trying to hit on me," she whispered. "But he seems
kind of fun. What should I do?"
Sadie had been doing her fair share of flirting in return,
but like all girls, she admitted to nothing.
"What? Really?" I said excitedly. "Listen, go with him
out to the smoking patio in the light and try to get him to do
his trick again. Find out how he's doing it. Pat him down if
you have to! I have to know, okay. Flirt it up."
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Sadie gave me a wry smile. The girl was evil in many
ways. Ironically, I could put her evil nature to good use.
Sadie hooked Mystery's arm and the two left. Mystery
looked both victorious and unsure as he still tried to decipher
if she was my girlfriend. I saw no reason to set him straight;
that was my illusion, and I would use the leverage if need be
to figure him out. I felt certain that I had met Mvstcrv this
night for a reason. lie possessed an answer I needed. Were
his powers real or not? Had religious testimony throughout
all history been the work of mere illusion? For me. the grim
possibilities were endless. And. while 1 didn't know yet,
Mystery would lead me to travel deep into the most bizarre
and counter-intuitive shadows of human social interaction,
learning that human life was much more mysterious than 1
had ever imagined.
Later, I paced impatiently under flickering strobes, until I
crossed over to the other side of the dark club. I passed next
girls in mini-skirts and vinyl boots, black lipstick and garter
belts, as they danced seductively for the crowd on boxes
above the floor, but barely noticed. Finally, Sadie came
bobbing back to find me and towing Mvstcrv behind her.
She oozed excitement, bewilderment. She'd seen Mystery
stop the big second hand of her watch, for which she had no
possible explanation. Sadie had held the watch in her own
hands and Mvstcrv had merely looked at it. and time halted.
Soon, Sadie, having the attention span of a ten year old
girl, bounced away again while I found myself enthralled in
a discussion with Mystery on Memetie Theory, a term
coined by Richard Dawkins in 1976. He explained that
"mcmcs" were the building blocks of cultural evolution,
propagated from one mind to another. It was analogous to
the way genes propagate from organism to organism, as units
of genetic information in biological evolution. Mcmcs, in
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contrast, consisted of catch-tunes, catch-phrases, popular
beliefs, clothing fashions, and more. lie expounded on the
tantalizing war of information as if these battles were
happening all around us - right now. "Mcmcs." he said,
"struggled to survive." Evidently, the bloodv war took place
on notebook paper, magnetic audio tape, compressed video,
and even as sprayed graffiti on the dilapidated buildings of
Hollywood, which had mostly been built in the 70's too.
His intelligence was extraordinary, but his outlook on life
was more like an oil spill off the coastline of ice-cold
Alaska. He spoke of how the universe was trying to kill him
and how his sole purpose in life was to procreate and spread
his seed. He spoke of God and teddy bears, and compared
how as a child he believed his teddy bear had been alive,
until he ripped out the stuffing guts - "so the same with
God," he said.
The dude was bleak, but no more bleak than the sea of
rivctheads stomping on the dark dance floor in front of us, or
the goths standing at the bar acting like their red wine was
actually blood and they were vampires.
Illicit am I doing here, I thought? How did my
enlightenment bring me to this? I was on a new adventure.
Even though 1 had explained my change in consciousness to
my friends from Orange County, they still felt that I'd
become lost. But how? 1 was learning so many new things.
1 believed that this lankv illusionist was at Perversions for
me. and that the powers he'd demonstrated held the answers
I'd been looking for, whatever those answers might be.
However horribly flawed he might seem; I knew he was the
one I'd been searching out. 1 had ordained Mystery my
personal guru.
Sadie checked back in with us throughout the night.
She'd flirt with Mvstcrv for a moment, then head back off to
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the smoking patio. Apparently, she'd found another boy or
girl to occupy herself with, even though Mystery would be
making out with her before the night was over.
Mystery smiled and punched my shoulder.
"Pretty wild, eh?" lie paused. "So tell me about Sadie.
I low do you two know each other? Is she your girlfriend?"
I started to raise my finger, suddenly irritated by his
brazenness. Was this guy a guru or just a dedicated lecher in
a bad suit chasing mv pivot? The "mvstcry" was starting to
test mv nerves.
But just then, before I said anything I might regret, we
were approached by a blonde surfer dude with a white coral
necklace and an Ocean Pacific t-shirt similar to something I
wore around the time of middle school in the early 80s. He
seemed like someone who'd clearly wandered into the wrong
club. This happened every so often; regular guys would hit
goth clubs while belligerently drunk just to punch at the
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freaks dressed up like it was IIallow cen, or in the hopes that
Perversions was full of bad girls who were just begging to do
bad things to regular guvs. Goths hated this because it
mined the whole costume effect. Black clothing for goths
was the minimum; dressing in drag was optional; crawling
across the dance floor like someone who had lost a contact
surprisingly made you one of the cool kids. The newcomer
was hopelessly out of place here. The gothic snobs leered at
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him under the black light, oozing disdain. I Ie w as also alone
and seemed sober, which made him cither verv brave or
extremelv lost.
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Suddenly, thcv erab arms like old comrades and instantly
started talking as if they'd known each other for years.
"You weren't kidding about this place. You really sarge
here?" Chase asked apprehensively.
"Look around." said Mystery, "you see what I mean
about the I IB density?"
"Sure." Chase replied, obscrvins girls wearing lingerie.
"I'm just not sure I'd want to fall asleep afterwards. I feel
like I'm in an outtake from the Lost Boys. I'm glad I
recognized you when I did; I knew you were tall, but all
these drag queens in 8-inch platform shoes were throwing
me off."
I scratched my head. I couldn't understand the words, but
I sensed their meaning.
Who the hell was Mystery, I thought? I low was it that
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"Hey, man," he started, "you have to swear secrecy on
this if I tell you. okay? You can never tell anybody else,
right? Especially a womanl"
Well, at least I was slad to learn thev weren't dating men.
That would have been mv bissest misread ever, because all
this time it wouldVe meant Mystery was actually trying to
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pickup on me! You never know with a guy who has so many
secrets.
Illusionist or not, I could tell he liked playing up the
mystery act, creating melodrama for his life were there
probably was none before.
"We're Poo-ahs," he said in a hushed tone, as if he'd said
something profound.
"Fupahs" I asked. It sounded like something vou sot in
Tijuana for ten dollars.
"Pickup Artists. P-U-A. PUAs."
I looked at both of them squarely, and laughed. The term
sounded ridiculous. But what I didn't know was that
Mvstcrv was the first one to coin the term on the
alt.seduction.fast newsgroup. He had apparently got tired of
typing out Pickup Artist every night on his field reports he
spent hours posting.
"You've sot to be kidding, right? You mean like Robert
Downey, Jr. in 'The Pickup Artist* where he chases Molly
Rinewald?" It was the only reference I knew at the time. I
was suddenly filled by all the cheap images of pickup artists
that caused women to have vile reactions and sudden
migraine headaches.
"No, dude." said Chase, "we're a small internet
community of PUA's on Mystery's Lounge who share
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smoking hot. and to mv pleasure, wore a miniskirt and high
heels everyday to school. She had perky breasts, and an
olive-skinned hard body that she would oil up nightly with
Hawaiian Tropical Suntan Oil just before she went to bed.
Every night for six months, I climbed through her window
while her mother was asleep, fucked her for hours, and drank
mass quantities of orange juice the next day at school to
replenish my depleted strength.
My sudden need for more sex, my craving for the smell of
coconuts, and my love for women in all sizes and shapes had
started from there. But for reasons unknown, despite
Michelle. I never fully regained that instinctive factor I'd
possessed from my early childhood years, where by some
strange force, girls on the playground were completely
drawn to me. I still got more than my share of women, but
only through hard work and perseverance. It would take
Sarging (going out to a club, bar or anywhere specifically to
meet w^omen) with Mystery as his wingman to help me
figure out exactly what it was that I'd lost.
Of course there had been other teachers too. Bill, who
was an incrcdiblv charming lecher, had winged me during
my late teens. We'd met while going through Navv Dive
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similar; never did I look at it as if it was scientific in method.
I'd thought my looks and charm opened the doors, but
instead it was just physiological attraction switches that
could be learned by any man to trigger the many women out
there. I succeeded by pushing buttons at random and
sometimes getting the right combination. Mv ignorance
wasn't from lack of trving. I was an avid reader of books on
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pivot. I was still playing the 10-to-l game, but in a three-
room nightclub with over four hundred (more than half
women) that still seemed like better odds than I needed. It
would take Mystery to show me the error of my ways.
Mvstcrv turned to me.
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Mystery looked at both of us expectantly when he'd
finally finished. Chase still nodded diligently. lie was
already a convert, and as 1 would soon discover, he was a
damn good pickup artist as well. Chase had obviously
enjoyed his talk with Mystciy more than the vibe at
Perversions. Eventually Chase would have to sav aoodbve
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and left Mystery and I on the smoking patio. Sadie was still
off keeping herself busy, and Mystery and I were alone at the
moment.
I mulled over his arguments one more time. What struck
me the most was how he used the term, 'scientific.' Pickup
techniques could be compared with science to measure the
results of "approach experiments/* and then from those
results, new hypotheses could be formed and then tested
again, and then again, until you finally locked down through
social calibration "what actually worked" and "what really
doesn't" while taking none of it personally.
The method was Genius. Mvstcrv was a genius. I had
never viewed things that way before. The difference for me
was that 1 was limited by my own ego. fear, and insecurities
of whether I was attractive enough for a particular girl, or if I
was just too lame to be considered as a potential mate.
Scientific] The idea was like a promise that Mystciy had
personally made just for me. It was a 1 -to-1 success ratio,
and it was just a matter of learning, understanding, and
applying the scientific method I had learned in my
underscxed high school davs. While I had no trouble getting
women. I realized I had been going about it all wrong! 10-
to-1 had only been a starting place.
Mvstcrv smiled and grabbed my shoulder. He'd been
highly impressed by what I had to say about meeting women,
and must have felt like I was deserving of being part of his
secret community.
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' T h e first tiling is for you to pick a name. But you need a
name like mine, eh? Mystery! Something like that, right?**
he said, obviously liking the sound of his own.
Mystery was asking me to join him. "Someone who
could be his wins.** lie said. He needed someone who could
keep up, someone who could challenge him. Mystery
wanted me as his wingman.
Sure, it was a far cry from joining the monastery. But
why not, I thought? If it hadn't been for my blowout
enlightenment, I would have never met him. I was seeking
personal truth in a demon-haunted world, after all. On my
web site at home, I had a picture of a naked succubus (a
demon in female form, believed to seduce and have sexual
intercourse with men in their sleep). At the time. I
considered my desire for women to be the bane of my
existence, seemingly a moral dilemma, one that would lead
me away from spiritual enlightenment. But now Mystery,
mv personal guru, was inviting me into his dark seedv world
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of seduction instead.
The name, Sin, seemed more than appropriate.
When I said it. Mystery just smiled and nodded his head.
Sin was born.
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The Illusionist
Erik von Markovik (aJca. Mystery)
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Bottoms up
<D lliuswmst/magtcian Erik von Markovik, left, levitates a
boiile of wine, much lo the amazement of Don
Castas Pizzeria owner Mauro Acquaroii and Sharon
Wong, von Markovik's assistant, before a recent per-
formance at the restaurant Don Casto's Pizzeria,
located at 500 Hensall Circle, features live entertain-
ment Friday and Saturday nights and von Markovik
will bo returning for encore performances due to pop-
ular demand
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"Ilev man! So good to hear from you!"
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seemed to mind.
When Neil Strauss isn't writing novels, Style runs one of
the most successful and recognized business models for
instructing men on how to meet girls. Style called his
company the Stylelife Academy, where he offers degrees in
meeting and seducing women. But Style wasn't just a world-
famous writer and businessman, he was also a modern-day
Casanova with women, and along with Mystery, lie was
considered to be the very best among Pickup Artists.
Style (by his own description) was short (only five foot-
six), skinny, and balding. At least, that description had fit
him when I'd first met him long ago in the Seduction
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Community. Today, he w as better described as compelling,
stylish, and extremely polished. Style's time with Mystery
had transformed him. They'd traveled all over the world
teaching together, and now. Stvle was irresistible to women,
and a leader among men.
Suddenly, Style's voice stopped, his attention diverted
from the conversation.
"Neil, you there?" I asked.
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"Oh yeah, man. I Icy, I almost forgot, people have been
asking about you ever since I wrote The Game. They want
to know who the real Sin is. The 'original' Sin."
"Really?" I said. I'd been away for far too long.
Apparently, after I left Hollywood, my name, "Sin," had
been up for grabs. Others in the Seduction Community tried
to claim that thev were me; the Sin who taught Stvlc his
indirect approach and attraction game during Mystery's first
historic workshop at the Roosevelt, the Sin who was
Mystery's previous wingman and valued collaborator. My
description had been emulated, my methods of instant sexual
attraction had been sought out ineffectually, and my well-
regarded reputation within the community had subsequently
been sponged. I'd have no association with any other
business except Stylelife Academy and Venusian Arts, but
imposters had used my name elsewhere. I guess imitation
was a form of flattery, but there was only one "real" me.
Original Sin, I thought. I had to laugh at the metaphor.
Eve had given Adam the apple from the Tree of Life to eat.
and beautiful women evervwhere were mv fatal weakness.
"You know." I continued. "It's hard to believe evervthing
you and Mystery have gone through since I've left. I miss
old times! Fuck, I miss Hollywood!"
"It's not the same anymore," Style replied. "Everything is
big business now. Everyone is competing against each other
and thev're doing whatever it takes to win. The community
needs to come together, instead of fighting against one
another. You left just at the right time. We had great times
back then. Your shit was rock solid. Nobody knew how to
attract women like us. When are vou coming back to LA?"
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in a single mansion off Sunset Boulevard and competed for
the attention of women. There had evidently been a falling
out. "Real" Social Dynamics, a business model ran out of
the same house by Papa, had been competing directly against
Mystery. Bad blood eventually led to Mvstcrv moving out
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that he'd decided to live full time in LA because pickup was
becoming an influential force in his life.
Around the same time. Style had just finished a book he
wrote with Marilyn Manson called The Long Hard Road Out
of Hell. We went to Twiggy Ramirez's house (the bassist for
Marilyn Manson) for a Christmas party that year. Twiggy
was an awesome host. Style and I got the numbers of every
available girl at the party, kissing more than just a few.
Later, Marylyn Manson chose to sit on the floor instead of
taking over my scat on the couch, even though I had happily
offered it to him. I had been blown away at how humble he
was. Books and covers, I thought. Who's to judge?
"Okay. I'm back." said Style, pressured by the tempo of
his work.
"I'll be coming to LA soon," I told him. Style was
ecstatic. I'd been planning my return for some time now, but
unexpected obstacles kept setting in mv way.
"Don't forget to call Mvstcrv. man." he said. "He's
moving back to LA too. I le should be driving back from Las
Vegas now with his stuff. Oil. and it's his birthday today."
Damn. Mystery, I thought. How I missed him. It would
be like old times, everyone back in Hollywood at one time.
I was flooded with thoughts of the past.
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Nailed against the walll
Neil Strauss, Bestselling Author (a.k.a. Style)
CHAPTER 3
PLAYING THE GAME
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themselves, and when they answered (the hook), then we'd
reel them in with a quick 101 of our own. only to release the
line and play hard to get. Then repeat; swapping new bait
between new faces until the clubs closed.
Mystery had broken down our game into components,
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terminolosv. and standards. Some of the terminologv w as
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left stones half abandoned, sentences danslins. and thoughts
dropped carelessly to the floor like dirty napkins, bent
straws, and derelict silverware.
We'd hit three different clubs that night, the number of
locations increasing steadily to meet our growing needs.
Better game provided us more options, and the line between
our scientific pursuit and quest for the girl par excellence
was quickly being blurred. We were social scientists, but we
also loved the way we felt, and each time we needed to meet
a few more girls to keep the feeling of validation going. One
nightclub wasn't enough any more. We worked entire rooms
in 90 minutes or less, something that would have taken us all
night to do in the past, but for some reason, it was never
enough.
Earlier, we'd emptied our pockets of crumpled papers and
cocktail napkins, smoothed them out on the table, and
counted the phone numbers written in pen, pencil, and even
lipstick. Mystery's stack of phone numbers collected water
underneath his coke glass like a coaster, seemingly deserted.
He was willing to throw them all away in order to meet just
one more girl.
Mystery looked over to me and then turned back to the
women at the table.
"First impression?" he asked the girls, thrusting out his
large hands to reveal black finger nail polish. A stunning
blonde giggled and flushed red when Mystery sat next to her.
It was a testament to Mystery's skill that something so
simple could work so well. But Mystery knew best; it
wasn't what you said but how vou said it. Women didn't
come into Mel's after hours looking for a dark stranger to tell
them the secret of human existence in twelve words or less,
they just wanted somebody interesting to get their attention
and then keep it. The blonde loved the nails; her friend
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thought they were tacky. It didn't matter, because as soon as
they shared an opinion Mystciy had their attention and just
needed to maintain his momentum. Mystciy proceeded to
bend their spoons with the power of his mind, and then, they
took turns as he read their thouehts. He euessed initials,
numbers, and other tedious trivia that made the sirls so wild.
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night before. Both of us looked sickly and pasty with dark
circles under our eyes, but somehow to the girls, we radiated
personality.
Suddenly my reverie was broken as Mystciy called me
over to the table with a bis Cheshire grin. Kmf
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approached at last, a cute brunette invited me to sit down
with only a sliaht adjustment of bodv language, and from the
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concerned.
I was starting to feel bitter at the time we'd wasted talking
to random girls; wc entertained them, they'd enjoy our
excitement, we'd close them for phone numbers, kiss them,
and for what? We'd never even call or sec them again!
Datina was now the enemy: it aot in the way of our saraina.
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accompanying numbers. We had always worked together as
a team; "who was the better" had mattered very little for us.
In those days, Mystery was already very advanced, and I
was hard pressed to keep up with his pace. I'd preferred my
indirect approach, which was slightly slower, while Mystery
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w as much more direct and rapid fire. Building instant
rapport, kiss-closing a girl in fifteen minutes, (which could
consist of a simple peck on the cheek to a full French kiss
before you left), finding a new set (that Mystery hadn't
already polluted or stolen for himself), was a constant
challenge. I knew since Mystery could open faster, I would
need to close faster, so in response. I became much more
aggressive at Kino, (a term that came from the word
kinesthesia, referring to the sense that detects bodily
position, or the movement of muscles, tendons, and joints -
for PUAs. it also means to touch with the purpose of
arousal); which helped me compete. I quickly became a
master at escalating kino: touching her wrists, hands and
elbows or her bare knees as I talked with animated hands,
then getting bolder bv grabbing or pushing her hips as I
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he'd set up an interview for Mystery to sell the grand illusion
he'd planned out: Levitating Over Niagara Falls, which
Mystciy had been excited about for some time. Apparently.
John Daly had also suggested that Mvstcrv should play the
role of Jesus Christ in an upcoming film he was producing.
This, of course, went straight to Mvsterv's head, but made for
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a good laugh.
Boris, Mystery and I had actually just returned from Las
Vegas a few weeks earlier. There we had hit all the big
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illusionist acts on the strip with some of the best scats in the
house - for free. Boris promoted Mystery's incredible magic
skills by day, while Mvstcrv and I hit the Hard Rock Cafe
Hotel bar by night, demonstrating other skills, the type that
got us laid.
1 looked at Boris. He had no idea about our contest
going on. This was probably for the better; Boris had pulled
some major strings just to get us VIP for Vesuvius for
Mystciy to network, and he would have been on edge if he
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knew we w ere determined to pillage the club in one night to
determine which of us was the better player.
Boris incessantlv labored on about details, as Mvstcrv
and I sipped free drinks, and passively looked out at a
birthday party made up of about twenty incredibly gorgeous
women (30-somethings), sizing it up. The women played
party tricks wearing silly cone hats and jumped up and down
by the tables as the DJ spun their favorite tunes just for them.
The club wouldn't open up for another half hour, but \vc
decided to crash their private gig.
Mystciy and I never spoke of rules; we had been living
them for months. Phone numbers were incontrovertible
evidence of a pickup, and the camera we brought would be
used to photograph proof of kiss-closes. Physical violence
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and character assassination against each other was out.
Everything else was just part of the game.
Boris finally looked at his watch, 9:30 P.M. He had to
rush home to his wife, she'd recently given birth to his baby
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girl, and Boris was eager to get home and hold his newborn.
Perfect. I thought. We would have all night for our
challenge to unfold.
1 waved goodbye to Boris, (the last tiling 1 remember),
and then. I turned around to find Mvstcrv gone.
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of them in the eves as he did a full 360. radiating a
mischievous but playful aura. His eyes invited them to come
and play with him. Immediately, the women responded,
forming an actual circle around him. They slowed their
dancing and instead swayed to the song as all eyes stared at
Mvstcrv. waiting to follow his lead.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I leaned across the
brass railing to get a closer look, feeling like a total chump.
How was I going to compete with this guv. I thought, he's
flicking nuts! He wasn't just opening a 20-set, he was
enthralling them. Maybe all of his tricks were just illusions,
but what he was doing out there with those women was real,
and it was magic. It was cxactlv the kind of magic I had
started this journey in search of.
The women undulated in rhythm, patient but expectant, as
Mystciy, with deft hands, pulled out a flat sheet of cigarette
paper from a Zig-Zag booklet he'd carried in the lapel of his
cheap suit jacket rigged for magic and held it out for the
women to sec. All twenty women were feeding him the
attention and energy he'd craved, waiting fervently for what
he'd do next. Then, Mystery skillfully rolled the empty
paper with nimble fingers, reached into the pocket of his
neatly pressed blue jeans (with creases ironed down the
legs), pulled out a silver Zippo lighter, struck it across his leg
to light it, and lit the cigarette paper. In a flash, the paper
burned up in a single flame and puff of smoke and magically
in its place appeared a real lit cigarette held in Mystery's
mouth. He inhaled the cigarette, its end glowing cherry red.
and then blew smoke through his nose to demonstrate that it
was genuine. All the women gasped in unison. Then he
took a deep exaggerated bow. The girls went wild! Msytery
was a fucking movie star, and he'd absolutely captivated the
lot of them.
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A moment later, he approached the hottest woman in the
group, confidently took her by the hand as she stared back at
him in rapture, and then, he took her off the dance floor to a
out-of-the-way table so they could be alone. The other girls
were cheering their friend on excitedly and making catcalls
after her.
I shook off mv total amazement and kicked the chair next
to me. The challenge was on! There was no way Mvstcrv
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was going to beat me that easilv. But. there was also no way
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shaken. All that work for just one number and a kiss, I
thought. Enjoy it while it lasts. The club was about to open.
Girls would pile inside, and then my game was on. 1 had a
trick or two up my own sleeve to show them.
Throughout the night. 1 worked set after set furiously,
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"Oh eod." Mvstcrv started. "Look at that! Wait, is that a
zit there on your chin?" lie zoomed closer. "What is it? Oh
mv sod!"
The girl squealed at the sight of it with laughter, and
begged for me to take another picture.
"Okav. okav." 1 said, directing. "Now sive him a kiss this
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I had had an eye out for a long-term Girlfriend. Unlike
Mystciy, I was ready for a long-term relationship, where I
could do more than just scratch the surface. The secrets of
women, the myriad of female complications; it was still a
riddle to me, and I wanted to sort out every convoluted secret
they possessed.
I realized that despite the contest. Kasha's was the only
number I actually planned to call. We'd completely clicked,
and it seemed that I'd finally found someone in whom I could
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When 1 found Mvstcrv. he was talking with a dazzling
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her. I had killed a part of her, and a part of me died as well,
a part I could never get hack again.
Kasha stormed off. and 1 didn't even bother trying to
number-close Laura. Mvstcrv collected the nameless
blonde's number like a pro and I even half-heartedly snapped
their picture. But the incident had burned out the club for us,
and shortlv after, we gathered outside.
"Bummer, eh?" Mystery said. "She was so gorgeous too."
In Mystery's own way, he was trying to cheer me up, but it
didn't help.
On the number count, wc had each pulled five from only
a two and a half hour stint. A fucking tic. Kasha would
have pushed me over the top. Or Laura for that matter.
Fuck, whatever. I was obviously pissed for other reasons.
Despite the numbers. 1 conceded the contest to Mystciy on
account of the 20-set he'd approached in the beginning of the
night.
"To be honest," I said, "I never would've had the balls to
do that." He clcarlv outranked everyone I knew.
For the rest of the weekend, Mystciy and I pulled
numbers from everywhere wc went, but we never compared
tallies again after that. There was to be no more competition
between Mystciy and 1. Our goals were different, yet we
were the same.
I thought Mvstcrv to be a genius.
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niles of the matrix? What were the rules of the game? What
were the rules of life itself?
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An offer ya can't refuse.
Domiano's Mr. Pizza, Hollywood - Mystery & SIN
CHAPTER 4
MIRROR THEORY
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something incredibly powerful to you. It has revealed
meaning. And you accidentally discovered it while learning
how to pickup women.
In this chapter I ask you to look into my mirrors and find
your perspective. I ask you to slow down for a moment and
seek out meaning. You haven't just been learning how to
meet girls; you've been mastering the secrets of life.
MIRROR NEURONS
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1
( See "Mirror Neurons and imitation learning as the driving force behind
'the great leap forward' in human evolution" by V.S. Ramachandran).
and language acquisition. In many fields of endeavor people
learn a variety of complex skills by intuitively mimicking the
behavior or actions of others, a feat made possible by the
reflexive use of motor neurons.
For pickup artists, this should be particularly meaningful.
Pickup Artists are interested in learning to influence the
behavior of others in order to induce favorable behavior
patterns, so they focus on understanding social psychology
and applying techniques derived from Neuro-linguistic
programming (NLP), an interpersonal communication model
and an alternative approach to psychotherapy based on the
subjective study of language, communication, and personal
change. NLP is used by Pickup Artists to succeed at the
game because it allows us to use language to influence the
behavior of others. Mirror neurons are an even more
powerful tool for influencing behavior, and their use is
considerably less arcane than NLP.
Recent studies have provided scientific proof of how
mirror neurons work by using electrodes to measure the
activity of the inferior frontal cortex (involved in cognitive
control, emotional interaction, emotion regulation, learning,
and memory) of a macaque monkey's brain. The data
confirmed that the same mirror neurons fired off when the
monkey 1) did an action, 2) saw someone else do the same
action, 3) simply heard the sounds of the same action without
any visual clues, or 4) "predicted" the same action (i.e.
inferring). In humans, even empathy has been linked to
mirror neurons as well, which fire off when a person 1)
experiences an emotion or 2) when they actually see another
person experience an emotion.
Results of brain imaging has also shown that the human
inferior frontal cortex (cognitive control, emotional
interaction, emotion regulation, learning, and memory) and
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superior parietal lobule (sensory information, spatial
orientation, and manipulation of objects) is active (matching
observations with actions) much in the same way as the
macaque monkey, and that these brain regions likely contain
mirror neurons, being defined as the theory of human mirror
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neuron system .
THE MIRRORS
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2
( See "Cortical Mechanisms of Human Imitation" by Marco Iacoboni, Roger P.
Woods, Marcel Brass, Harold Bekkering, John C. Mazziotta, Giacomo Rizzolatti).
understanding each mirror will allow you to focus on critical
areas for self-improvement. Your awareness of how your
brain may be functioning allows for greater control over any
situation you find yourself in. Test out the Mirror Theory
and see the results for yourself. Focus your efforts and
master your game.
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For example, you could be unaware you're folding your
arms (a reaction to unwanted company), but this is seen by
your company as an action. This note is of significance
when understanding the interaction between the Action
Mirror and the Reaction Mirror directly below.
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your approach, you observe three other guys who get shot
down by her one by one like target plates at a shooting
gallery. Suddenly, you feel a surge of fear, fear that wasn't
there just a moment ago, and fear you never would have felt
if you'd immediately approached her. Your Reaction Mirror
has mimicked the feeling of rejection of the failed
approaches you perceived, and now your own confidence
will be lacking more so. Observe enough rejection and you
will eventually train yourself to feel rejected before anything
actually happens.
What makes this concept truly extraordinary is that if
you're in the company of successful Pickup Artists, simply
by watching them succeed at their approaches, you will have
the same mirrored responses in your brain, and it's as if you
had made the successful approaches yourself. It is a
remarkable fact that can help to explain the success of in-
field workshops. Watch a Master Pickup Artist (mPUA) for
tang enough, hear what he says enough times, see how he
acts when he's successful, and by the Reaction Mirror your
neurons will mimic the mPUA's actions or behaviors,
thereby learning them. This means an mPUA is worth every
penny spent in order to observe the master in action. You
will become what you are exposed to, everything you see,
hear, and participate in, e t c . . Even if you don't understand
the context at the time (or even the metaphor), it will still
permeate your consciousness and you will become what you
see and hear.
It's the same for closed groups, otherwise known as the
herd mentality. Introduce an outsider to a group and
immediately everyone knows he or she is different. After
enough time, the outsider will begin to mimic the group, and
soon the outsider will fit in. This is known as "Blending."
Eventually, the perceived actions of the group change you
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and you become familiar by taking on similar actions
yourself. This happens involuntary, as you unknowingly
adjust to your surroundings through the Reaction Mirror.
This is why peacocking works so well. Peacocking
makes you an outsider, but if you do it with confidence, you
are now a leader. By not fitting in, others will want to fit in
with you. Your confidence and your ability to be fun and
exciting will register on other/s Reaction Mirrors (by your
smile alone as Mystery has proven), and mirror neurons will
fire off in your admirer's brains, registering excitement and
fun too. Soon you're surrounded by bored and bland people
who want to become happier by vicariously experiencing the
enjoyment of your lifestyle.
The idea is simple, hang out with successful Pickup
Artists, and you become successful with women too.
How do you improve your Reaction Mirror? Reflect on
your successes and failures (Le. calibration), dialogue with
fellow PUAs, learning non-verbal communication and body
language cues, understanding human psychology and
behavioral patterns or animal behavioral patterns, and
developing your listening skills by 1) listening without
agendas or predispositions as to the outcome, 2) never ruling
out any topic of discussion as uninteresting, 3) suspending
your judgments during the immediate experience of
listening, 4) trying to listen to the whole message the speaker
is communicating, and 5) noticing the non-verbal cues
during communication such as: posture, facial expressions,
eyes, hands, vocal tone and movement.
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INTENT MIRROR (voluntary)
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Take a moment to test it by trying to "visualize" your
own simple motor movements. Without actually moving
your muscles, visualize smiling right now. Did you feel the
change around your mouth? Did you feel a change in your
emotion? Now visualize swallowing - without moving. Did
you feel energy press down on your throat? Lastly, try
visualizing chewing - without moving your jaw or throat
muscles. Did you mouth fill with saliva?
The Intent Mirror is obviously a powerful thing and it's
transmitting "real" signals from your brain in response to
what you think.
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(i.e. you will appear incongruent since your Action Mirror
and Reaction Mirror don't match). Interestingly, your
Reaction Mirror can't easily mirror false actions or "your
false intents". Your Reaction Mirror can however mirror
real actions and your true intent with perfect accuracy every
time. Simply put, your Reaction Mirror tries to transmit
your true intentions, even when you're lying or saying
something other than what you really think. Your Reaction
Mirror does this by leaking specific body language and
non-verbal cues that would reveal the truth (as read by
somebody else's Empathy Mirror - see below), such as
blinking a lot, infrequent eye contact, or by the tone of your
voice, lack of confidence, mixed signals, and so forth. Every
time, you will come off as a "fake".
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But when trying to fake it (i.e. use a false pickup line or
an untrue story), your Reaction Mirror doesn't mimic your
fake Action Mirror, it mimics your true Intent Mirror instead.
Action Mirror (You): You have practiced a fake story all day
bng to the point of flawless perfection to use as an opener.
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you that the best way to get over a bad woman is to find a
good one, but as soon as you start talking to other girls, they
fold their arms, cross their legs opposite you, and answer
your questions with short, curt replies. You think, 111 never
get another girl again, and I've lost my game. But, in fact,
your Intent Mirror had been transmitting ''bitterness" and
"hate" towards all the women in the club. The women
detected the discrepancy between your Action Mirror (trying
to pick them up) and your Reaction Mirror (non-verbal cues
that you currently hate women). Your Intent Mirror has
blown you out of the water. Without focusing the right
Intent Mirror ("I love women"), you never stood a chance.
Women love men who love women. Bitter men return home
alone. The optimal way for a successful PUA would be to
start with the right frame of mind before ever setting out to
make an approach (i.e. your intent should match your
actions). If you're not up to meeting women that night, try
sitting back and just enjoying the scene. If your intent is to
find someone wonderful to go out and have fun, then
approach the opposite sex and watch how much more sincere
you come across.
Ever wonder why canned material works better for some
than others? Or why with all things being equal, your
wingman can pickup a girl every time, but you always fail?
A possible explanation for this could be your Intent Mirror,
leaving women to feel that something about you was
possibly wrong.
You can't even start to build comfort or earn rapport
without the right Intent Mirror.
So ask yourself, before approaching women, what is your
intent? Will you throwing mixed signals? Does your current
intent match your current goals? Do you only want to get
girls into bed and then kick them out the next morning? Or,
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do you want to enjoy the evening getting to know a truly
interesting and unique woman? Whatever you're answer is,
remember, you can never completely conceal your intent.
When you visualize the right intent, your Reaction Mirror
will demonstrate it, and you can more readily achieve your
goals.
Think it, and you become it! Choose who you intend to
be, believe in it, and your Reaction Mirror will actually
mimic the feelings of what it's like, and then in reality, you
will develop into it. This is "Self-Affirmation 101," the
"Law of Attraction" from The Secret, etc.... There is no limit
to who you can be. Choose an Intent Mirror that says you're
confident and comfortable around women, that beautiful
women want to be around you, that you are enjoyable and
fun to be with, that you have a high value and are worthy of
girls admiring you, that others want to get to know you, that
you have a real curiosity and interest in women, or anything
else you'd like to work on. Your brain, your body, and your
personality will respond. Everything follows your intent.
No psychic powers are required. Determine the new you and
self-actualize it. Your Intent Mirror will signal your
Reaction Mirror and fire off the same set of mirror neurons
as if that person you always dreamed of being was already
you.
How do you change your Intent Mirror? Some proven
methods include self hypnosis, visualization, mantra, self-
affirmations, and focusing your intent on what you want
beforehand. Believe to achieve! Set your expectations high
to excel at the same height.
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EMPATHY MIRROR (special)
i HER ACTION
MIRROR
(CRYING)
YOUR EMPATHY
MIRROR
(READS SADNESS)
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HER ACTION YOUR EMPATHY
MIRROR MIRROR
(SHE IS YELLING) (YOU FEEL MAD)
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Reaction Mirror (Her): she folds her arms tightly across her
chest and is barely unresponsive (i.e. she's upset).
Empathy Mirror (You): mirroring her Empathy Mirror, you
become upset 'TJm, babe ... is something wrong? Babe?"
You don't have to be a psychic to know what is going to
happen next.
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3. Comparing the Action Mirror versus the Reaction Mirror
to figure out someone's true Intent Mirror (i.e. detecting
lies).
Reaction Mirror (Her): she folds her arms and stomps her
foot but this time, she is responsive (i.e. she's very upset).
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Empathy Mirror (You): detecting mixed signals between her
Action Mirror vs. her Reaction Mirror - "I ask because you
look upset. Why are you upset?"
Reaction Mirror (Her): she looks away from you (i.e. she's
really pissed now).
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mirror neuron system in females are much stronger than
compared to males. They even went so far as to link the
weak responses of the male mirror neuron system to autism.
Wow\ This means that women have the upper hand in
building relationships and emotional attractions since women
have been scientifically proven more empathetic. This also
means that women naturally respond to situations better with
their emotions (or emotional stimuli), which interestingly is a
principle that has been taught by Mystery's method (i.e.
Venusian Arts) all along.
What's more, it even means that women will respond
more to the attraction mirror's of men (see SIN's Attraction
Mirror below) than men will respond to the attraction
mirror's of females, since women are far more adept at
reading these mirrors empathetically than men are.
Especially when one considers that highly intelligent
mammals (such as humans) are the only creatures that have
sex for purposes other than procreation, and sex is used as a
social tool to strengthen and maintain emotional bonds.
What are the factors affecting your Empathy Mirror? 1)
Ask yourself, as a child was a parent or guardian responsive
to your feelings or needs? 2) Did a parent reason with you
about the effects of your behavior or how it might have hurt
others? 3) Did a parent provide consistent care? 4) Did a
parent avoid the use of threats or physical punishment, or
provide a home without family violence? If not, you may
suffer from a lack of empathy.
So how do you cultivate more empathy - especially for
men? 1) Increase your awareness of your own inner-
emotional states and feelings (i.e. emotional intelligence), 2)
recognize the feelings of others, and 3) pay attention to how
emotional states make others feel and then trying to connect
to those feelings yourself. What are some ways to develop
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rapport? 1) Recognize the similarities between yourself and
others, 2) be truly concerned for others, 3) take time out to
communicate in depth about what another person is
experiencing or feeling, and 4) modeling the empathic
behavior of others (see your Reaction Mirror), as well as 5)
practicing cold reading (a technique used by psychics, palm
readers, and PUAs to guess details about unknown persons
through studying their body language, clothing, hairstyle,
gender, etc... using broad guesses while refining their
statements based off further behavioral clues supplied by the
subject). Pickup a copy of RULES OF THE GAME - The
Stylelife Challenge by Neil Strauss to learn more.
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INTERRUPTING BAD PATTERNS
This is your Intent Mirror (so what are you waiting for)\
You're a sex demon. Sex radiates from you. Women clamor
for your touch. You are a powerful being of primal essence
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and urges. You know how to satisfy a woman like no other
man and only you can please them. Every girl you see
secretly yearns for you. You are the Christopher Columbus
of sexual conquests and you staked the land of milk and
honey. AXE body spray is for wimps; you ooze sex from
your pores and your natural pheromones alone intoxicate
women into dancing on poles. You're fucking Zoolander, a
sexy fashion model who can strut his stuff and strike a pose -
"you're pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really,
really good looking, but you haven't found out what that is."
This is my first step to instant attraction. The more this
perceived reality is your Intent Mirror, the more this
becomes you. The more you truly believe it, the more
women will respond to you. Think sexual attraction and
mirror neurons flood your brain, creating the real experience
for you, and you exude sex.
If you feel sexual, you will make her feel sexual in the
same way. Everything you do should suggest that you can
satisfy her and that you are a powerful sexual male. The way
you act, your body language, the way you speak to her;
everything should indicate boldness, confidence, and sexual
prowess. By doing so, you build comfort for open sexual
expression later and your actions leave no questions as to
where the relationship is going (i.e. not the friend zone).
Be sure to apply the Attraction Mirror with playfulness
(not arrogance or conceit), and you will sexually attract
women to you. The scientific proof mentioned above
guarantees it. Your brain, your behavior, your personality;
everything follows your Intent Mirror.
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REFLECTIONS
Take one last moment to look into the mirrors, only this
time I want you to imagine yourself as a clear crystal placed
on a colored cloth. Your translucent form absorbs the color
of the cloth, filling it. Change the color of the cloth to a new
color (the one you want), and you will soak up that color.
Mirrors achieve the same thing. Whether you think, feel,
participate, or act, the effect is the same. There is no
difference.
So choose the mirror you want become.
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MIRROR THEORY
Summary Page
Neurons: nave cells that process and transmit information from your brain to the rest of
your body through your nervous system, telling your body what to do, such as walk, run, or
jump.
Mirror Neurons: "premotor" neurons that both fire off related to a particular action taken,
and also fire off exactly the same way when you observe the same action performed by
another person, because these premotor neurons mimic sources of stimulus, they are called
"Mirror Neurons".
"Mirror** (as used as a Term): The term "Mirror" means a particular "Set of Mirror
Neurons" per a given situation. The set of neurons that fire off when you take an action
(Action Mirror), the set of neurons that fire off when you observe an action (Reaction
Mirror), the set of neurons that fire off when you think of an action (Intent Mirror), and the
set of neurons that fire off when: 1) connecting to others' emotions, 2) observing or
perceiving others' emotions, and/or 3) detecting others' intentions (Empathy Mirror).
Action Mirror: When you do an action, "premotor" neurons fire off in your brain related to
that action. The Action Mirror is completely voluntary as you have control over which
actions you take.
Reaction Mirror: The Reaction Mirror is the involuntary response to an observed Action
Mirror. For example, if you see an action/behavior exhibited by someone else whether
overtly (such as by direct action) or inadvertently (such as via body language or non-verbal
communication), the exact same mirror neurons fire off in your brain as well It's the same
as if you did the action/behavior yourself, even though you didn't. The Reaction Mirror is
completely involuntarily and works at the unconscious level of your mind.
Intent Mirror: The Intent Mirror operates when thinking of an action, purpose or design
(Le. intent) which then fires off the same mirror neurons as if you had actually taken that
intended action. The Action Mirror is "doing", while the Intent Mirror is "thinking",
however, on the level of neurons in your mind, there is no difference between the two
mirrors. The Intent Mirror is voluntary (like the Action Mirror) because you can choose
your intent as easily as changing your mind.
• Leaking Intent is a breach of your mind that tries to give away your true
intentions by involuntarily displaying them through your Reaction Mirror for
others to see and read, even when being less than fully honest, open, and
congruent; or saying something other than what you really think. Your
Reaction Mirror does this by leaking specific body language and non-verbal
communication cues that would reveal the truth (as read by somebody else's
Empathy Mirror - see below), such as blinking a lot, infrequent eye contact, or
by the tone of your voice, lack of confidence, mixed signals, and so forth,
making you appear incongruent.
Empathy Mirror: The Empathy Mirror works involuntarily and it can read emotions
whether those emotions are displayed overtly, inadvertently, or hidden covertly (in the case
of someone trying to conceal his or her true feelings). The Empathy Mirror works by: 1)
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Connecting to others emotions through sympathy (voluntarily), 2) Mirroring someone
else's emotion (voluntarily or involuntarily), and 3) Comparing any incongruence between
the Action Mirror versus the Reaction Mirror to figure out your true intentions (i.e.
detecting lies).
Interrupting Bad Patterns: your Reaction Mirror involuntarily learns both negative
patterns from other's actions (i.e. you experience the same bad set of mirror neurons as if
you were that negative pattern). So, by staying in a bad pattern, you are training your mind
to commit to this bad pattern. You must break free from bad patterns to improve yourself.
SIN*s Attraction Mirror: If you feel sexual, you will make her feel sexual in the same
way. Everything you do should suggest that you can satisfy her and that you are a powerful
sexual male. The way you act, your body language, the way you speak to her, everything
should indicate boldness, confidence, and sexual prowess. Think it, and you become it!
Your Reaction Mirror will mimic the behaviors of what you think, and then you develop
into it There is no limit to who you can be.
Proof Mystery lives in a bubblel
The Standard, Hollywood California
CHAPTER 5
NO MORE MR. NICE GUY
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Mystery as he lay awake for half an hour longer, the pills
now dissolved in his stomach with zero effect. lie was
digging in his suitcase again, pulling out a WebTV, which
allowed him to check emails on mv television set. Mvstcrv
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the keyboard in his lap typing furiously as he attempted to
reply to over one hundred emails soliciting his advice, asking
him to share his thoughts, techniques, and sequestering his
field reports from our recent night's activities. For some, our
success was hard to believe. 1 didn't care if they believed,
but Mvstcrv took every challenge seriously and did battle on
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his keyboard.
"Fuck that, right? We've got the pictures to prove it, eh?"
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I was in for a long night. I put a pillow over my head.
The same pillow that had been wet just two days before from
a girl named Petra that Mystciy had gotten a blow job from
while 1 stepped out of the apartment. What made it worse
was that I had an OCD like tendency to keep everything
clean, which seemed to be kicking me in the head as well.
"Why the fuck did you have to use my bed?" I
complained. Mystery had a make-shift foam mattress in the
corner next to all of his luggage literally two steps away. I
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imagined the worst. What had he done on my pi 1 low ?
"Dude, no worries," he said. "It's just drool. Honest, I
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didn't spunk on your pillow ."
Again, it was Mystery's way of trying to cheer me up, but
the thought of drool versus cum didn't necessarily help. But
who's drool? Truly. 1 didn't want to know. Petra was sexy
as hell; I would just imagine it was hers no matter what.
Besides, it was the same bed where I'd fucked a girl
named Nancy for hours on end the weekend before as we
watched the Planet of the Apes marathon on TV with only
trips to the fridge and bathroom, minus the shower. We
reeked of fragrant scent of sex and body odor between
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stained black sheets. The weekend before that was the little
Jewish princess with an athletic body and permanent sexual
overdrive who wrote me dirtv limericks when we weren't
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clubs. There was the gorgeous blonde Russian girl from
down the hall that had perfectly pink nipples, pink lips, and
pink painted fingernails to match, the wafer thin Polish girl
with visible ribs and jet black hair who wore a fake fur coats
with fetish lingerie underneath, the 30-somcthing Spanish
woman with double-Es from my chiropractor's office in
Beverly Hills with industrial strength hook and wire bras that
practically needed pliers to take off, and the flaming redhead
make-up artist who always seemed to have glitter residue
lightly sprinkled on her flat pale stomach.
The bed was setting lots of use. Sadlv. none of which
was sleeping. No matter how many times I changed the
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sheets it seemed like the fluids just blended together. Now it
was also on my pillow, pressed against my head. Two hours
left and I had to go to work. Frankly, I couldn't wait.
During the months Mvstcrv had been away, I'd sarged a
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after-hours club which had paid dancers and fetish sideshow
events. For 120 minutes a night we each ran the place, and
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immediatelv I was setting laid because of it. I now had a
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lifestyle.
Xavicr smoked his cloves furiously and concentrated on
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said he looked happy. lie said that he was afraid of being
stabbed in his sleep. One night he awoke to find her
watching him, fanatically. I said that's great, that's how
women act when they're in love. lie didn't seem to think so.
I discovered that my lifestyle had gained a momentum all
its own. 1 had even earned a reputation as a bad boy around
the clubs I frequented. I was now attracting women
everywhere I went, even when standing around. When I had
sarged with Mvstcrv I had to maintain control over every
aspect of the situation to maintain my game. Somewhere
along the line my game had started controlling the situation
for me. It was clearly evident that I had changed, because
now. I had three women masturbating to me into mv
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the knee, while talking fervently about the greater meaning
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of life, and then. I'd talk about the visceral beauty of females;
and how 1 preferred to have sex by devouring and ravishing
them. Women absolutely loved this. The bolder 1 got
without getting vulgar, the easier it was to get them into bed.
And I finally realized that talking about sex is the most
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from his lounge and I never knew who to expect, but they all
wanted to learn.
Mystery held up his pants to examine them, then placed
them back down on the floor. He'd been ironing for a half an
hour, but was constantly distracted by showing me pictures
uploaded from his camera onto my computer of the women
he'd met and picked up.
Impatiently, I waited with car keys in my hand, until
finally I broke down and loaded up a few pictures of my
own.
Then suddenly, it hit me. Right then. I connected mv
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It had all started bv reading the book. Taoist Secrets of
Love: Cultivating Male Sexual Energy by Mantak Chia at
least two years before. The practice was weird but pretty
straightforward; a male invested his energy into his sperm,
holding back his seed to harness the power therein instead of
giving it to his partner or the nearest ball of Kleenex
available. The interesting part was that you could have as
much sex as you wanted, you just couldn't cum. In fact, once
you stopped cumming. you found that you could have sex
more, including multiple orgasms. The catch was you could
still orgasm at 70% of normal intensity, internally holding
back the remaining 30% that triggered the big gusher.
Jamming three fingers against your perineum muscle, the
muscle located between the anus and scrotum was the
failsafe, scaling off any slip-up and preserving your seed.
Eventually you trained the perineum muscle to be so strong,
it could hold back the flood without help from the fingers.
Despite my disciplined practice, I was always somehow
betrayed bv my bodv. having an uncontrollable wet dream
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before crossing the one month marker. That was until the
time I'd stayed at the monastery, after that, I held my cum
for an entire six months while consistently meditating some
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But what I also learned was something very unexpected.
I'd accidentally learned the psychological importance of my
semen. Not cum mine for women drove them mad! They
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boost to self-esteem for a male to release his seed inside a
woman.
Sure. I'd be the first one to admit that anything done in
excess will have its harmful affect on your person. I can
confess to having repeated sex some sixteen times over the
course of my weekends for nearly two years that had left my
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brain feeling drained and a bit slow. But then. Wow. what
incredible fun to be intimate with women, attempting every
sexual position our human bodies and personal flexibility
allotted us to do at the time.
I had also learned that ignoring my biology doesn't
stimulate spiritual growth cither (such as holding back my
seed), and that my own mental health depended on me
dimming for women, just as the mental health of my female
partners depended on me ejaculating for them. Ultimately,
,;
the big truth is. 1 wouldn't be alive in the world without
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sex. ' Whether I was conceived by two loving parents, or
during an intoxicated one night stand in an alleyway, or by a
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and myself, more than by tickling my balls with three fingers
to hold back the coming flood.
Immediately, I searched Google on the internet. While
I'm not saying to stop using birth control. I was curious what
would happen if every male in the world suddenly thought
Taoist Sex or celibacy was the way to go. In only six
months, the world would be short over ten million newborn
babies, and new human life would cease to exist as wc know
it (for half a year)\
The cursor blinked.
How the fuck could that be spiritual, I thought?
Suddenly, I realized that I'd somehow have to explain all
of this to Mystciy on the car ride over.
While I had doubted my own biological needs, struggling
with my conscience until now, Mystery's needs were
patently obvious to him and thereby natural. He was the
quintessential alpha male who never questioned his
biological duty. Clearly the spiritual connection would pose
a dilemma for me to explain.
"Hey, man," Mystciy called from behind. "Check this
out!"
I turned to look. Mystery was holding up his pants,
proudly. Sharp creases were pressed neatly on each leg.
"Nice, huh?"
I had a long night ahead of me.
Mystery's girl signals her submission —
another delighted visitor to the bat cave....
SIN's Secret Base, Los Angeles
"I'm batman."
A Self-Satisfied Mystery
CHAPTER 6
SEX ON THE B R A I N
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CONQUERING SEXUAL HURDLES
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easier said than done. Use the Alpha Wave Routine
(revealed later in this chapter), which is a great way
to alter your brain waves in order to limit anxiety
and thereby help you defeat AA. Use the Multiple
Hit Routine (see Chapter 8), which is a functional
way of approach to help circumvent AA until you
can gain enough skill to make direct approaches
with confidence.
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sex. Not to mention sexual dysfunction such
as faulty equipment, inability to cum, inability
to maintain an erection, etc....
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else or some other source (whether good or bad).
The potential for detrimental learning when
biological, psychological, sociological, and
philosophical ideals and concerns of what constitutes
permissible sex conflict throughout the entire world!
For example: females learn to say "no" while men
learn to say "yes." Masturbation to pornography,
romance novels, or your sexual fantasies is bad.
Sexual exploration before marriage is a sin. Talking
openly about sex is forbidden. Etc.... The list goes
on forever. Even different periods in history have
dissimilar takes on the subject of sex and our future
perceptions will be different as well. But one thing
remains a constant throughout all time; Sex Guilt
affects the full range of our sexual behavior, as
shown in The Mating Mind by Geoffrey Miller. It's
upon each of us to look inside ourselves and locate
the hurdles our mind has placed before us, then
challenge them, and overcome them. The reality of
life is that our survival as a species depends on
overcoming any sexual hurdle we may confront. AA
and SG are also interlinked. If you suffer from
Approach Anxiety, you most likely don't talk
sexually to girls.
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dissimilar feelings of SG. You should always seek
professional counseling for psychological or
emotional issues and trauma, or medical advice for
biological concerns. SG can also be conquered by
changing your brain waves (The Alpha Wave
Routine), helping transcend the bad frames associated
with sex you may be holding onto. Alpha Waves
could be used to blast through nerves, anxiety,
doubts, and limiting beliefs in specific situations that
trigger your sex guilt. Ultimately, learning yourself,
introspection and seeking more knowledge on your
specific concerns will be the catalyst to help you
overcome what may be affecting you in a sexually
negative way.
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used to establish dominance, safety, and to
communicate hundreds of other things that can't be
spoken, such as alpha male traits, familiarity, rapport,
etc... Your touch should in truth be able to induce
the Boyfriend Compliance State (BCS, directional
command over her via touch, where you can touch
her all the time), right from the start. BCS touch
communicates that you are used to touching a woman
(without fear), and therefore signals that you must be
a viable male. BCS is the point of familiarity where
a female feels that you are already like a boyfriend.
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and hug for an hour. Whatever it takes to shake off
CMD.
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Why are men accepting that their sexual needs are perverted
or unacceptable to society? Men have heard lots of reason
why pornography is bad. Or why his visual sexual urges are
wrong. These "visual" sexual urges however are biological!
Millions of years of evolution have perfected the physical
appearance of women for men to find them visually
appealing. The survival of our species depends on it! How
bad can this be?
You must use the Porn Mag Challenge to overcome your
negative sexual associations. Sexually liberate yourself now
and draw women to you. You can be a highly sexual male
who is comfortable with his own urges. You can free your
repressed Sex Guilt, and the spiritual growth you'll
experience will not only be obvious to you, but to others as
well. It's not a sickness as some might make you believe.
It's your natural self. Become a human male, and you will
find that women will suddenly become powerfully attracted
to you.
So what are you waiting for? Find a busy store like a
shopping center, a liquor store, or anywhere you can stand in
line and proudly display your porn magazine while holding
it. If the porn magazines are behind a counter, then ask
proudly to see a magazine. Examine it (if concealed by
plastic wrap try to look through it to see nudity). Then hand
it back to the female clerk and say, "Nah, that one's not
going to do it I need that one there instead, yeah that one
with the two girls perching their... er, backsides." You want
to act playful, funny, relaxed, comfortable, and at ease with
porn and masturbation. Why nofl Shouldn't you be relaxed
with your own natural urges for pornography and other
visual stimulation? Holding up the line at this point is
perfect You should happily admit to the awkwardness of it
all, as others in line or the female clerk look at you with
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feces of disgust and revulsion. You should shrug, isn't this
normal behavior for men to like pornography, so why all the
fuss? Why do you have to hide this truth from the world like
something is wrong with you? Isn't it possible that there is
something wrong with them instead (for not accepting you as
you truly are)? With the new magazine in hand, you want to
examine it, and then say: "Oh yeah, this one is much better.
I'm going to use this one all right. I can't wait!" or, "Alright!
Tm excited now!" (acting as if the specific porn magazine
has met your approval). And so on. See how bold you can
get? You are challenging your Sex Guilt, and breaking down
barriers that have prevented you from expressing yourself
freely as a sexual being, a sexual male who likes
pornography, naked women, big or little hooters, and the
physical beauty of women in all its glorious forms.
For some, this may not be easy to do. Notice how you are
paralyzed by fear. How you become silent or awkward.
How you overcompensate by talking excessively off the
topic in hopes that they will somehow be distracted. And,
how the looks of disgust from others around you are like
laser beams, burning through you.
You may suck at the Porn Mag Challenge at first, but
keep trying to get braver and bolder. Some of you may feel
that the Porn Mag Challenge is too easy. If so, then while
purchasing the porn magazine of your choice, also purchase
hand lotion (again, your choice on brand that's most
enjoyable). Watch The Big Hit on video for inspiration.
This will step up the implication of what you intend to do
with the porn magazine, which will be clear to everybody in
line; you are going to masturbate. Soon you'll forget why
this was supposed to be bad.
It's up to you to challenge this sex stigma. You must
overcome the opinion that women don't like men who are
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sexual, when actually they love it. What women really want
are men who are comfortable with sex, but to be comfortable
with sex, men must first get rid of their Sex Guilt, and then,
as if women can tell you have been spiritually awakened,
they will magnetically be drawn to you.
Here's the real mind-screw: you must use the mind (the
hurdle itself) to overcome the sexual hurdles in front of you
(placed there by your mind on behalf of society). It is a
daunting task to say the least, but this can actually be done
with altered states of mind by inducing different brain
waves, which are by definition ihythmic fluctuations of
electric potentials that can be measured between different
parts of the brain. Each rhythmic brain wave pertains to a
different state of human consciousness. For the moment, I
ask that you set down any spiritual undertones and think
purely scientifically.
Take now for instance. Right now, you are reading this
while your mind is in beta rhythm, or while utilizing Beta
Waves. Beta Waves are the normal state of your mind
directly associated with waking consciousness. Think active,
busy, anxious thinking (such as AA), active concentration
(such as reading), perception and consciousness.
It is very important for any pickup artist to understand
that normal consciousness is the direct cause of your AA or
other anxiety. Beta Waves serve the obvious purpose of
allowing us to function in the ordinary world, but they are
also the cause of our approach failures. To temporarily
induce brain waves other than Beta Waves is to view reality
from an altered state. In this altered state, what made you
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nervous or filled with anxiety before may now take on a
completely new meaning. The Alpha Wave Routine is a way
to induce an altered state of mind that can be used in-field
and while making approaches.
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remove her clothes. You should be talking to her in your
imagination, telling her how powerful you are, how you are
going to make her cum like nobody ever has before, how she
is yours, etc.... Then, see yourself go down on her, and
make her scream with excitement and pleasure. Look into
her eyes, and see her eyes dilate with pleasure. In your
imagination she should be calling out your name, drinking
your essence, as you drink hers. After you're done, and in
your imagination she has cum repeatedly to exhaustion, and
she is now looking at you with awe, see her smile, then open
your eyes (stop imagining) and immediately approach her in
"real" life. For real, walk right up to her and smile.
Immediately start with a direct opener before your Alpha
Waves diminish from your eyes being open, while noticing
the affect your presence will have over her. She will
immediately respond to your sexual being. Escalate kino
quickly. It works. You should be powerful and magnetic.
Speak in a manner as if you've already had already sexually
pleased her (even though it was only in your imagination —
the mirror still works). You'll not only be amazed at your
results, but also the positive changes on your personality for
approach and pickup.
You might also notice that your AA has completely
disappeared.
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Intentionally, such as sensory deprivation, mind-
control techniques, hypnosis, or Zen meditation.
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SEX ON THE B R A I N
Summary Page
Struggling against your sexual urges will do you no good. You must learn that the
negative connotations of sex are merely mind hurdles in the way of your biological design
developed from over one million years of evolutionary perfection.
Approach Anxiety (AA): the effect where men are crippled by the prospect of approaching
attractive women (ie. self-induced sterility).
Conquering AA: we must choose to keep trying in our pursuit of meeting the opposite sex,
keep facing rejection, (remember "failing" is not to approach), and keep forging ahead until
we discover for ourselves the right way to approach women, sexually attract them to us, and
build successful relationships.
Sex Guilt (SG): your negative feelings associated with sex may be affecting you more than
you know. Sex Guilt can be experienced in four different ways:
• Biologically: where sexual intercourse or sexual contact in any form can have
medical concerns (ie. sexually transmitted diseases or unwanted pregnancy)
including sexual dysfunction (i.e. faulty equipment, inability to cum, or
inability to maintain an erection).
Creepy Man Disease (CMD): the results of men being uncomfortable around women
which in turn can make "women" feel uncomfortable around those men.
Conquering CMD: Talk with your hands, make contact with other human beings, touch
both females and males alike - persistent human contact is the only way to overcome being
creepy or strange.
Porn Mag Challenge: a challenge specifically designed to circumvent Sex Guilt. Purchase
a porn magazine in a "highly public area" from a female clerk. Discover and eliminate the
bad programming trying to prevent you from feeling absolutely comfortable doing so.
Beta Waves: your normal state of your mind (normal brain rhythm) directly associated
with waking consciousness. Think active, busy, anxious thinking (such as AA), active
concentration (such as reading), perception and consciousness.
Alpha Waves Routine: Alpha Waves originate from periods of relaxation when your eyes
are closed, but while you are still awake. And, as soon as you open your eyes, Alpha
Waves begin to diminish and you slowly return to your Beta Wave state of mind. Simply
put, Alpha Waves are the activity of the visual cortex in an idle state. The routine is to
close your eyes and visually reconstruct a female you plan to approach in your mind and
sexually satisfy her with your imagination for 10 to 15 minutes. Next, open your eyes and
approach her before the alpha waves diminish. Open powerfully with a magnetic presence
of a strong sexual being. Speak in a manner as if youVe already pleased her sexually (even
though it was only in your imagination - the mirror still works). Youll not only be amazed
at your results, but also the positive changes on your personality for approach and pickup.
Mystery: Not a foot fetishist per se,
but a willing worshipper of female physiology.
Go-Go Dancer Caught WUd
@ Velvet Underground, Toronto
CHAPTER 7
THE H O L L Y W O O D
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would have to challenge their single worst fear - women]
And that terrified most men.
Mystery dismissed my doubts and pulled out a large
manila envelope from his jacket instead. Then, he spilled
out photographs of the most gorgeous women possible into a
pile on top of the table in front of us. Lying on top was a
recognizable Penthouse Pet of the Year, one which I
remembered from the night when Mvstcrv had first made out
with her in front of an exclusive club while Boris and 1
waited on the valet to fetch our cars. Earlier that night, we'd
actually picked her out from a photo album of spectacular
models, stunning starlets. Plavbov Bunnies, and Penthouse
Pets, amid hundreds of other truly stunning women from all
over greater Los Angeles. It was a perk for Mystciy from his
new agent. Diana, who threw Hollywood industry parties in
order to network her clients. These ready-made party girls
had submitted their very best headshots to Diana simply to
be invited.
"Powerful men want beautiful women surrounding them,"
Diana said. I didn't want to break the news to her, but she'd
just sent feminism spiraling backward at least one hundred
years. Diana was Eastern European - I'd guessed by her
thick accent, but from exactly where. 1 wasn't sure. I
actually tried never to look too closely at her. She was
overweight and aging badlv. She might have been a femme
fatal once in her youth, but now her beauty mark was just an
unsightly black mole smack dab in the center of her face.
She smoked like a chimney too, often speaking with a
cigarette hanging out from the comer of her mouth.
But the parties were great! Mystery fascinated the crowd
with his magic, levitating rings off pencils until they floated
in the air. reading minds with ESP. and using sleight of hand.
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illusionist stage performance he'd planned with Boris in Las
Vegas. 1. on the other hand, was tree to roam about, flirting
with an overabundance of mouthwatering women that
completely outnumbered the men four to one. It was a
PUA's dream made in heaven! I sometimes wondered what
separated Diana from an ordinary madam, peddling her call
girls. But all of those women had submitted their own
hcadshots by choice. Starfuckers. I felt critical and
disapproving. But then, we were the ones picking out the
photos based solely on looks and body dimensions.
"Stop hogging up my girls," Diana had hissed at me. I'd
been sitting on a bench in-between three 20-something
models, taking turns kissing them while wc took snap shots.
Diana had made the mistake of assigning me as photographer
for the night. She'd done so to keep me from seducing a very
influential and sultrv forty-something divorcee who
apparently was worth a lot of money I happened to be
entertaining. "Women like her were onlv for her clients."
she scolded me. But, no matter how hard she tried, there
were just too many women to go around. Eventually, Diana
just stopped coming to the parties all together.
I picked up the headshot of the Penthouse Pet from the
table. Looking at it now in the Hotel Roosevelt. I
remembered what Mystciy had suddenly said to me that
night, seemingly higher than life with enthusiasm.
"Sin!" Mvstcrv called to me outside the club. He'd
broken away from his Penthouse Pet to tell me his
unexpected, brilliant vision. "We arc no longer who we used
to be! We have readied a whole new level of women. We
have evolved." Mvstcrv had the glare of a zealot.
"Sure, okay," I said. I had no way of telling where this
was headed. At present, he had his arms outstretched and he
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was looking earnestly up at the stars. He suddenly stopped
and grasped my shoulders.
"From now on. I'm no longer content just to meet any
attractive woman. 1 want pinup fantasy. I want the girls 1
masturbated too when I was a pubescent teen. I want the
fucking girl that everybody else wants; only she's on my arm
and we're walking down the street together. 1 want to live
the life of a fucking rock star...." Mystciy paused. Boris
and 1 looked at him expectantly.
"That's it. I'm done." He smiled, and then ran back to his
Penthouse Pet. giddy with excitement.
That was it, I thought. Mvstcrv had found what he'd been
looking for his entire life. Total validation! It was the type
of validation only found on glossy pages (or sticky ones).
Mystciy had battled his own personal fears and shortcomings
for the sake of science. He'd suffered through humiliation,
doubts and failure, rising successfully with his newly
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Style was short, balding, and surprisingly, well dressed.
He wore a thin, tight crew-neck sweater, trendy black pants
that flared at the bottom, and black boots with heels that
gave him a little extra height. lie was nerdy. but definitely
manageable.
Mystery tossed the manila envelope in Style's lap as soon
as he sat down.
"These arc some of the women I've dated." Mystery said.
"Take a look. This is what I will teach you. To have women
like this yourself."
Style sat on the edge of his scat his knees touching. He
nervously opened the thick packet of photographs. Unaware,
he turned bright red as he looked in wonderment at stunning
half nude women.
Here was someone worse off than I was, I thought.
Mystciy had reached out to a community of men desperate
for help. They wanted what wc had. They wanted to know
our secrets. Thev wanted to feel the stimulating touch of a
woman. Anv woman! But life had done to them a great
disservice. They lacked the necessary skill set in order to
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"No, I haven't," he said, flatly. "I've never kissed a girl
before in mv life."
Extramask was still a virgin in his late twenties. This
explained a lot. I took a mental note; leave this guy to
Mvstcrv. I Ie was going to need a lot of work.
Style, however, had explained that he'd been with
somewhere around seven girls thus far, which when pressed,
"somewhere around seven" quickly translated to "six." But
even six was better than none.
Sweater had arrived last. He was well groomed, polished,
tan and balding, and he'd flown sixteen hours from Brisbane.
Australia - just to attend Mystery's workshop. Sweater was
the paradigm image of a successful businessman in his
forties, wearing gold rope jewelry and a fat Rolex watch.
However, his atrocious, thick cable knit sweater immediately
poked you in the eye like a toothpick. It was loud,
convoluted, and multicolored; the type a man would
purchase in hopes to impress the sales girl of a retail store in
the mall. Sweater shook hands confidently, but then stared
at the floor afterwards, unable to look us directly in the eye.
Even his voice trembled as he attempted to explain his
situation. Sweater was new to the community. He was
hesitant to say even his first name, so Mystery dubbed him
"Sweater."
The workshop had begun.
"Forget what you have been doing." Mystery asserted,
confidently. "If what you've been doing got you laid, you
wouldn't be here now. Over the course of the workshop, you
will learn to be me. You will learn the rules of the game. I
will teach you the sequence - Find, Meet, Attract, and Close.
And you will have to fail over and over again until you get it
right."
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Style. Extramask, and Sweater had the look of sudden
death.
"Your emotions arc going to fuck you up, don't let them,"
Mystciy continued. "That's your DNA trying to confuse
you. Only the strongest procreate. Approaching women is
uncomfortable, but ignore it. You'll make over fifty
approaches in the next four nights, until you get it right.
Don't worry, Sin and I will be there to guide you, correct
your mistakes, and send you back. It's a process of
experiments and tests."
Mystery's students huddled closer together like men
floating adrift on open waters. They did the math. There
were just the three of them against one hundred and fifty
women. They'd be eaten alive!
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getting sloppy and stumbling around, no reward for picking
up on the girls who threw up in the planters outside after the
bar had closed. Seduction involved much more than that.
Pickup Artists weren't desperate men going out trying to get
laid. We had numbers to spare. It was about skill and
perfection. Interestingly, the more women wc had been
with, the more women who wanted to be with us; a
phenomenon which proved that only certain men had their
choice of all women, while other men went home empty
handed. It was the reality of any Pickup Artist of merit.
Each night started the same. On the limousine ride over,
Mystery would rapidly dispatch thirty-minutes of wisdom
culled from the over three thousand posts he'd written to his
secret forum, giving advice to those who wanted to learn in
the exact same way as he instructed now. Mvstcrv had
managed to sociallv deconstruct the entirety of the initial
attraction phase between men and women. He was a ready
almanac of techniques specifically designed on how to get
the girl. Then the students spent an hour or two in the Hotel
Roosevelt downloading their experiences as we prepared
them for the following night's game.
We'd hit the Key Club, the Standard, Sky Bar; the students
improving ever so slowly over the course of the workshop.
By the end of the fourth night, we hit the Saddle Ranch
on Sunset Boulevard. It was a country-themed meat market,
possessing a mechanical bull, sawdust, tables, and a long
rustic rectangular bar that dominated the length of the room.
It didn't take long before we broke off into our separate
groups. I took Stvle under mv wing, leaving Sweater and
Extramask with Mystery. Sweater had a great personality,
but he still derailed his conversations with women due to
nerves. Extramask. however, rarely left Mvstcrv's side.
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He'd been resistant to make approaches for fear of failure.
Style had done remarkably better.
Style and I looped the bar. Suddenly, I stopped. In front
of us was a striking girl wearing a cowhide cowboy hat with
long blue hair, a tight miniskirt, silver-tipped cowboy boots,
and a perfectly shaped ass. She stood at the management
counter filling out what looked to be an application.
Instantly, I huddled with Style.
"Dude," I said. "Up until now, I've been teaching you
Mystery's method. But I want this girl. 'Ncgs* have never
really worked well for me. I use mostly inner-game, and
something I call my Multiple Hits Routine. It may seem a
little strange at first, but trust me. the shit works great! And.
it's fucking undetectable."
Mystery's "negs" were statements or actions designed to
briefly disqualify yourself from being considered a potential
suitor, such as blowing your nose in front of her or noticing
how her shoes look comfortable. You were supposed to
throw them like tiny pebbles to make her laugh. When 1
used negs. thev hit like large boulders instead.
I immediately approached her. "I don't know," I said, as
if Style and I had been having a conversation. "Let's ask the
only girl in the bar with blue hair."
Instantly, she turned to face me. holding pen and paper in
hand. I had always felt that situations presented themselves
as if everything had been inexplicably planned.
"Ask me what?" she said.
I indicated the pen and paper she held in her hand. "Uh,
well, we wanted to know why you're doing homework at a
bar?"
"What?" she laughed. "No, it's an application. See. I'm
applying for position here."
" O h . . . " I turned to Style. "S<?<?"
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Style eventually shrugged not knowing what to do or say
next.
I read her name off the application. "Well Nancy, I hope
vou set a sood grade. What's the subject?"
Nancy tilted her head to the side. "Urn... bartending,"
she said.
"Ah." I turned to Stvic.
"Bartending," I repeated.
"That's cool." Style finallv added. I Ie laughed, nervously.
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grab the frozen Style, and then left her again. Looking back.
Nancy had taken the pen and application over to her table at
the end of the bar.
Style's face was flat when we finally stopped. He'd
expected more. ' T o o bad," he said. "You could'vc had her."
"What?" I replied. "I already do."
Style looked at me very confused. He'd been practicing
single one-shot approaches the entire workshop. Make the
approach right and you control the situation from start to
close. Crash and burn meant you kept going until you failed
and walked away quietly with a small shred of dignity. It
was a eood system when it worked, but having to do
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taller to look over the occupied barstools to the far tables. "I
see a guy. Don't tell me your boyfriend is jealous over us
already?"
She smiled.
"Well, he's actually not my boyfriend."
I paused. "Wait, arc you saying you can't resist me?"
"No J didn't say that\ Nor
Nancv laughed, giving away an IOI. But her bodv
language was still tied to the far table at the end of the bar. 1
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her, Style followed quietly behind. lie was trying to figure
out what had just happened.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked, excited.
Style scratched his head. "Okav. so I understand that the
second time wc talked with her you already acted like you
knew her. She smiled and acted like she knew you too."
"Yes, exactly!" I said. "Out of everyone here in the bar
(excluding her table), she knows me. Wc have history
together. I know her."
"But why did we walk away again?"
"She's tough," 1 concluded. "Normally, I can do this in
two hits. For her. it will take three. Remember, nothing has
to be done all at once. And only the close has to be perfect."
Style was game, but he was also ready for the big pay-off
when all of this finally ended.
Wc walked around the bar and looped it a second time,
opening other girls along the way. Ten minutes later, wc
walked in front of Nancv's table. She sat next to her best
friend and separate from six other guys.
Immediately, Nancy looked up and smiled. Style glanced
in my direction with amazement and followed quickly
behind as wc approached the table, where I didn't open or
introduce myself to the table at all. Instead, I turned Nancy
away from the group, isolating her. and leaned in close as I
started to talk to her while ignoring everybody else. What I'd
teach Style later was to recall the body lansuase of Trisha.
Nancy's best friend who sat directly next to her. Trisha
offered no resistance when I stole Nancv away. This meant
they'd already been talking about me. I had been pre-
selected.
Style, however, not knowing this, stood alone in front of
the table, as six men and Trisha stared at him. Trisha was
amazingly stunning herself. Luckily, she slid over and let
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Style sit next to her. Stvlc was bcamina with enthusiasm;
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Apparently, Extramask and Sweater hadn't just been
standing there talking idlv. They had been watching two
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"A napkin, I repeated more decisively. I took the gum
out of my mouth and stuck it in her face. Immediately, she
reeled her head back, her hand clumsily groping at the bar
for any available paper or napkin. She desperately lifted her
glass to produce a watered makeshift tissue.
"Here." she said, contentiously.
"Thanks!" I added. Sticking the sum into the napkin and
wadding it up into a ball. Then, just as abruptly as I barged
in, I left.
When I rejoined Style, Extramask. and Sweater, they
looked horrified.
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"What w as that?" complained Style.
"Ah," I said. "That's the beauty with Multiple Hits. You
don't have to make a good first impression. You just have to
make a lasting impression." I put my back to the girls. "So
right now." I added. "Thev should be talking about me while
lookine over here, risht."
Extramask and Sweater nodded.
"Perfect," I said. "Now, I just have to come up with an
excuse to bump into them again for the second hit." I held
up the wadded napkin in my hand, speaking with it as 1
instructed. "You see, I already know them. They certainly
know me. So for the second hit. it could be anything.
Something that—" I suddenly stopped. "I got it!"
"What?" Style asked, eaeerly.
"I only asked to borrow the napkin. Not keep it."
1 immediately turned and approached the girls again.
This time, I stood in-between them, but not completely so
intrusive that I closed off from the dved-blondc when 1
spoke.
"I'm sony," I said. "Here!" I offered the balled up
napkin back. "I only asked to borrow your napkin, not keep
it. I low rude of me. you must accept my apology."
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"Oh, no-no. That's perfectly fine, you keep it."
"Oh, no. I would never think of it. You've been more
than kind. You have it."
She started laushins and warmly grabbed my hand. "No,
I insist. You keep it. Please."
"Fine then. If you insist, but you have to do me a favor
first."
"What?"
"You see, I have a terrible hair fetish, and I absolutely
must run my fingers through your hair. I used to have a
girlfriend with hair like yours and I would run my hands
through it to put her to sleep. She loved it!"
An instant later. I looked over to Style as I pulled lightly
at the roots of her fragrant locks and squeezing her neck
seductively. Style snapped out of amazement and hurried
over to wins me. We made our introductions, while the
whole time I maintained kino, now moving my hands over
her throat and upper chest. Then I stopped. I suggested we
move to an empty table and relocate. As wc left the bar, I
looked back. Surprisingly, a row of average frustrated men
sitting on barstools all nodded encouragingly and save me
the thumbs up.
1 quickly moved into a full fledged massage when we
readied the other table. Style entertained Veronica, the
amazing dvcd-blondc until Lenora, my curly-haired vixen
had asked me to give Veronica a massage too. Veronica had
the most perfect skin and smooth legs, and after ten minutes
of massaging, she stuck her tongue down mv throat on her
own for over a half hour. Later, Lenora and Veronica
insisted that Style and I join them for Salsa dancing the very
next weekend. We swapped numbers and said our goodbyes.
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Unfortunately. I'd never call or sec her again. I was
hooking up with Nancy that next weekend and happily
hittins the eothic-industrial clubs instead.
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Mvstcrv turned to Style,
Style didn't know what to make of anything anymore. He
was excited. I Ie was confused. I le was on top of the world.
"You're one of us now," Mystery indicated. "You're
going to be a superstar!"
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Mystery demonstrates his "Flash Game"
The Ultimate Power of the Camera
CHAPTER 8
M U L T I P L E HITS R O U T I N E
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shark has been a top predator in the dark waters for millions
of years. But the great white doesn't charge its prey head-on,
but instead, the great white approaches its target indirectly.
You could even say, "Cautiously," because, in truth, these
thirty-foot sharks are wary of getting hurt! They understand
that no one single meal is worth an injury that could be their
demise. So, their survival strategy is simple: great whites
lurk beneath their prey (i.e. seals, surfers, etc.), and then,
they abruptly rush up from underneath, bite, and release.
Then, they quickly distance themselves, circle, and wait for
you to bleed to death or weaken as you struggle to save your
life. Only when it's safe, do they swim in for the final
feeding. Sharks use multiple hits. Apply the tactic to
approaching women, and you can do the same thing. Bite,
circle, wait for the dinner bell, and then eat to your heart's
content. It was the exact strategy that Neil Strauss wrote
about in The Game, commenting about Sin's Method being
"predatory."
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STEP 1: OPEN
(The Stranger)
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wit, high energy, or abruptly shock her nervous
system and emotional state. You can either come
across as a great guy, or offend her, leaving her
thinking "How rude!" Both are perfect methods to
get her to notice you. But don't worry if you've
offended her, because there will be plenty of time to
make-up for it on the close, or step three. You can
disqualify your target by acting completely
uninterested, or qualify her after your interaction by
saying, "You're kind of cool." But don't let it go to
your head", then leave. If she is revolted by your
interaction, throw out one of Mystery's famous negs
like "Man, are you always like this?" Then add: "I'm
just trying to grab an extra chair for my Mends.
Unless you're collecting chairs at your table?" Then,
leave. But if Step One (Open) is done right, you are
totally uncommitted to any further interaction and
your delivery should reflect your powerful indifferent
confidence. After all, you're just grabbing a chair for
your friends, why get all worked up and nervous
about that? And, she should take notice of you,
because you were fun, exciting, and maybe even a
little rude, but you didn't take notice of her. She may
even ask you a question or two, this is fine, answer
her, then leave. You will be the one guy who wasn't
hitting on your target, but in fact, you just made a
friendly comment or action due to a shared situation,
or pointed out how her behavior was inappropriate,
and you will be the only man who doesn't want her.
Once she does notice you, try to stay within her line
of sight if possible, and demonstrate alpha male traits
by talking to a large group of friends, or open a
random set (of men or women) and captivate them
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while your target watches, but you must not look at
her again until step three. If your target has truly
noticed you, she will track you and your movements
for the rest of the night.
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danger, or a needy creep who'll talk her head off.
The same effect happens from Step One (Open) to
Step Two (Leave). The unspoken signal is that
you're "normal" and not needy for her time. You've
also unconsciously indicated that you're willing to
leave her, knowing women instinctively try to keep
men, not lose them. Breaking the Stranger Barrier
first gives you an added benefit. When closing on
Step Three, you are now "old friends," since you
already know her - while other men don't.
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uncommitted and leave uncommitted (lessening the stress of
Approach Anxiety (AA). But now, you have a clear
indication of how she will respond to you. Was she a shrew
or not? Was she likable and enjoyed your company? You
can repeat step one and step two as many times as it takes
until you're able to move to Step Three (Close). Think of it
as: 1) screening her while uncommitted; 2) determining
which type of close is best to use; and 3) getting her to think
about you. The Multiple Hits Routine is both a spectacular
personality tester and a responsiveness test. But, whatever
the case, always proceed to Step Two, and Leave!
ROAMING
Roaming is when you walk the entire club and open every
target you meet with Step One (Open). Roaming is a
powerful psychology for Pickup Artists, since you are in the
mode: "open then leave." Your AA is nonexistent; the habit
of being uncommitted frees your mind of normal anxiety.
Just be highly observant, funny, and take notes to remember
what you said to what girl. Then, you wait and roam the bar
or club again, this time closing with Step Three (Close). The
process isn't as fast as a direct approach, but once you get
your groove going for the night, you'll notice a higher rate of
success.
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For this sample, imagine a set of two girls or more sitting
at a table (bring a wingman):
[OPEN]
YOU: "Hey! You guys stole our table. (Laugh). Yeah, I
was sitting right here! (Point at target's seat and look
suspiciously at her). Right where you are now!"
TARGET: "Oh. Nobody was sitting at the table when we
got here."
SET: "Yeah, the table was empty when we arrived."
(Act distracted).
YOU: "Hey! (Use target). Where did you put my drink?
(Look under table). Okay guys, you didn't drink it did you?
(Look at wingman, then look at set). Be good everyone and
fess up if you did it!"
SET: "No. No. The table was clean when we sat down,
honest."
(Look suspicious, smile, and shake your finger).
YOU: "Sure, sticking together on this one are you? You
know, it's too bad I wasn't drinking milk. Then the guilty
party would have a nice white mustache above her lip,
proving guilt (look at target now), and then I would know
who did it! Wouldn't I?"
(Smile, raise eyebrow, roll off intensity).
YOU: "Okay (look at target), I'm trusting you on this one
(look at set), all of you. I like you guys. The table is yours."
(Grandiose gesture, smile, and leave).
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her. (Get target to flex bicep and squeeze it gently but
firmly). You're trouble, aren't you? (Look at set). I know
when I'm matched. (Point with thumb at target). (Look at
set and target again). The table is yours!"
STEP 2: LEAVE
(The Takeaway)
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"Wait? Why didn't you try to pick her up? "Why didn't you
ogle her, and compete for her attention like other men?" She
fills in her own reasons here. Maybe she needs to go to the
bathroom and check her makeup. Maybe she should have
worn the mini-skirt instead of the sweatpants. Etc....
Whatever her thoughts, women are much more creative
about being neurotic on their own behalf than any particular
neg you could imagine. Let them assume their worst,
knowing that the act of leaving is in itself an indirect neg.
And, if she actually liked your interaction, then your leaving
is now similar to playing hard to get.
Leaving is key to the Multiple Hits Routine. You must
leave in order for the situational to work. But, instead of
thinking of it as just "leaving," I want you instead to imagine
that you have left and stepped through a door that was closed
just a moment before. By opening the door (your target) in
Step One (Open), you have now traveled into the next room,
a space where her mind dwells, a room where you exist in
her world. Now, you only have to return to that door, and
close it behind you, leaving the two of you inside together.
This is the goal of Step Two (Leave). Leave her questioning
your motives. Leave her feeling that you might be different
from everyone else.
STEP 3: CLOSE
(The Friend)
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interacted before. And now, you've bumped into her for a
second time. But instead of opening from scratch like during
a first approach, you use the history that you have already
established with her; that connection is leverage for closing
her.
[CLOSE]
YOU: "Oh, look, there's the crook whole stole my seat! She
even drank my drink! How could you do that? You're
ruthless. (Turn to a random person and point your target
out). Be careful! She's evil! She'd probably take candy
away from babies, coins from beggars' cups, and the hearts
of men, tossing them away, nonchalantly. She'll also take
your drink. I know." (Slap her on the shoulder). "Don't
think that I'm not watching you. Hey, since you took my
seat, then you owe me. I need a quick female opinion on
something. Listen to this...."
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[CONTINUED...]
YOU: "I still can't believe you took my drink. You know,
rve been thirsty all night long."
HER: "Wait, I saw you drinking a beer out on the patio just
ten minutes ago!"
YOU: "Oh yeah, sure. But it wasn't the same. I loved the
drink you snatched from me. It was like one of those perfect
moments, my favorite drink; you robbed me!"
HER: (Laughing) "Oh, sure. You poor thing."
YOU: '1 really need a hug. It the least you can do. You owe
me, remember?"
(She hugs you).
YOU: "Now you have to listen to the incredible story of
mine. You'll absolutely love it."
[OPEN]
YOU: "Whoa! Don't mess with the bouncer!"
(She looks confused).
YOU: "Oh, you're not the bouncer? HA! I thought... well,
just look at those guns! (Squeeze her bicep). Wow! HA!"
[LEAVE]
(Find her again later).
[CLOSE]
(Comment to random person pointing out target).
YOU: "Whoa! Watch out for her. (Laugh). She slammed
me with an arm-bar (like this) back at the door when I tried
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to come in. I thought she was the bouncer. I mean look at
how mean she looks!"
HER: "What, no I didn't. I don't look 'mean!'"
YOU: "HA! She even elbowed me in the ribs too. See?
(Get target to touch your ribs). Ouch! (Rub the back of your
head). Am I bleeding on the back of my head too?"
(Continue from here).
YOU: "Okay, I give in. You're not a bouncer. I guess you're
not so bad after all. But rude! You never even asked my
name."
HER: "What's your name?"
YOU: "Whoa! Slow down, missy. Aren't you moving a
Ettle fast here. Etc...."
(Be spontaneous).
The Multiple Hits Routine will arm you with all the pre-
conceptions on her part to build a fantasy-like encounter,
where destiny and fate exist. You both weren't looking for
someone, while both of you were in the right spot at the right
time, and you just happened to meet through circumstance.
The Multiple Hits Routine is almost undetectable.
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Summary Page
Why "multiple" hits? Nobody said that pickup had to be done in a single try. In fact,
pickup can be more effective with consecutive attempts on the same target that don't
appear to come-off as "trying hard."
Use situational openers varied per the situation. Yes, you can be practiced at a
particular routine like: How come she has a black straw in her drink and you have a red
one. how that's not fair, and you playfully demand to know why. Or maybe, you want to
trade. How, when you entered the club, she was blocking the door, and you thought she
was the bouncer. She presumably (wink, wink) had you worried.
Testing the Waters: you approached uncommitted and leave uncommitted (lessening the
stress of Approach Anxiety (AA). Think of it as: 1) screening her while uncommitted; 2)
determining which type of close is best to use; and 3) getting her to think about you.
The Multiple Hits Routine (OLC) can be done in three simple and basic steps:
Step One "Open" (The Stranger): open with a situational opener by making an
observation about your target or the surrounding area.
Why "uncommitted?" This will make it appear you have no underlying motive to
pick her up or hit on her. Few men actually speak with women because they are
interested in what they have to say. Let alone smile, turn, and walk away as soon as
the conversation starts to get good.
• Objective #1: she must learn that you exist, by taking notice of you. You can
either come across as a great guy, or offend her, leaving her thinking "How
rude!" Both are effective methods to get her to notice you. Once noticed, stay
within her line of sight if possible, and demonstrate alpha male traits by talking
to a large group of friends, or open a random set (of men or women) and
captivate them while your target watches. If done well, she should track your
movements during the rest of the night. Never look at your target again until
Step Three (Close).
• Objective #2: you must break the "Stranger Barrier." The Stranger Barrier is
deeply rooted in our psyches, making us walk the long way round to avoid
strangers, possible danger, awkwardness, etc.... We are cautious of the
unknown. By breaking the Stranger Barrier, you've become someone familiar
within a crowd and have psychologically demonstrated that youVe no longer a
threat. You're "old friends" now since you've already met.
Roaming: is when you do Step One (Open) only on an entire location first by opening
every target you meet Open, leave. Open,leave. Etc.... Then later, you roam the bar or
club again, this time closing with Step Three on every target you opened earlier in the
night.
Step Two "Leave" (The Takeaway): whether you're doing good or bad on your
approach, you leave, making her question your motive, and doubting herself. You're just
become different than everyone else.
Step Three "Close" (The Friend): timing is everything, right? It's as if happenstance or
serendipity has brought you back together, only mis time youVe old chums, best friends
forever, two people out of a room of strangers who have interacted before. And now,
youVe bumped into her for a second time. But instead of opening from scratch like
during a first approach, you use the history that you have already established with her;
that connection is leverage for closing her. Use inner-game to build rapport, make
emotional connections, and enjoy getting to know each other. If things are going really
well, get more sexual (Use SIN's Attraction Tease - see Chapter 10).
Aspiring damsel-in~command
tries on a piece of Mystery for size.
Sky Bar, Hollywood California
Mystery: Temporarily distractedfrom checking his watch
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the phone. "Pickup Artists all over the world are speaking
my name. They're talkine about the success of our
workshop!"
Mystery had finally been Given the credit he'd always
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results. Mystery had same no one else could match.
Hanging over Mystery's towering success, however, there
also loomed a dark cloud as a storm brewed inside the
community.
Ross Jeffries wasn't just a guru, lie was the guru. Ilc'd
been the indomitable Godfather of the modern Seduction
Community since 1988. I lis cult was more than sixty
thousand disciples strong, and he'd taught to them all the
dark art of his invention, Speed Seduction (SS); it had been
developed in his own image, and transmitted inside everyday
brightly lit hotel seminar rooms. Ross Jeffries had adapted
neuro-linguistic programming (NLP), an alternative
approach to psychotherapy based on the subjective study of
language, communication and personal change (developed
by Richard Bandler and John Grinder in the 1970s), to
satisfy his own sexual pursuits, getting as many women as he
could into bed. Interestingly, NLP used the same techniques
as hypnosis, where Ross Jeffries would simply elicit the
private sexual feelings of a woman through casual dialogue,
and then associate those personal feelings with himself
through a hypnotic process called "anchoring." In minutes,
women unconsciously viewed him as the object of their
affection. It was shady to say the least, but this shit was
getting Ross Jeffries laid!
Ross Jeffries wasn't exactly an attractive man. He was
tall and lanky, possessed a long chiseled chin, a striated and
pitted face constructed of hard lines, wiry tufts of curly gray
and faded black hair, long bushy sideburns (a throwback
from the 70*s). and a risid nose that seemed ovcrlv
pronounced on his lean face. If necessity was the mother of
all invention, then Speed Seduction was the illegitimate child
of Ross Jeffries' need to get laid despite his looks. The only
possible way a man like Ross could get women into bed was
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to use potent persuasive powers over women, and so he did.
But. however dark those powers might have seemed to the
casual observer (or us at the time). Ross insisted that it
wasn't insidious at all; but it was simply "technology/" and
like a loaded eun, the user decided how to actually use it. It
was the kind of technology that men would pay any price to
set their hands on.
However, the lid was off Pandora's Box, and Mystery's
method had become the exciting new topic of fascination.
The real difference between Mystery's method and Speed
Seduction was that Mystery taught in-field while Ross only
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Mystery and I were just as curious about Ross Jeffries as
lie evidently was of us. Speed Seduction and Mystery's
method were as different as Count Chocula and Lucky
Charms. Mystery's illusions obviously made him "magically
delicious" in the eyes of the girls he'd performed for while
Speed Seduction muddied everything like chocolate milk.
"So," continued Style, "if you want to meet him in
person, I can arrange it. However, he wants to bring two of
his top disciples, Grimble and Twotimer."
"Really?" chimed Mvstcrv. lie seemed to be rolling the
invitation over in his head. I secretly knew tiiat this was
exactly what Mystery had been waiting for. Mystery could
finally challenge Ross Jeffries face-to-face, and take him
down at last.
Mystery slapped me on the shoulder, magnanimously.
"We'll destroy him, eh?"
I choked down a bite of food. He could have a least
waited until I'd removed the fork from my mouth. Uhhh. I
wasn't so certain.
Damn it, I finally concluded. Apparently. I'd just been
volunteered again.
Until then, my strategy had been to openly ignore Ross,
but now. Style would play ringmaster in the final battle
between Speed Seduction and The Mystery's Method. I
whimsically thought of it as a battle of light versus dark.
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The onlv thins I really knew about Ross Jeffries was that
he authored the book, How To Get Any Woman into Bed: A
down and Dirty Guide to Seduction for the Man Who's Fed
Up With being Mr. Nice Guy. It was a book that I had
actually appreciated.
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reserved a long table in the back, a perfect location for the
imminent showdown. The showdown wasn't due for an
hour, so we walked around, rode the escalators, ogled at
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battle between the two esteemed masters had al ready
dissolved into a game of stalling for cheesy effect.
Impatient and unable to wait any longer, Mystery was first
to arrive alone with Chase. Chase had moved to Las Vegas a
while ago and had become a professional poker player. It
was a four-hour drive for Chase, but Mvstcrv was filling his
corner with the best he had, and Chase wasn't about to miss
the PUA fight of the century. Grimble made a brief phone
call to Ross Jeffries, who had apparently been waiting in his
car the whole time and was now clear to make his grand
entrance. Despite his patience, his entrance was less than
spectacular, going largely unnoticed as we continued our
conversation.
Ross sat quietly down between Grimble and Twotimer at
the head of the table. Ross Jeffries was the godfather, and
he'd been given his due respect. Mystery wasn't afraid of
honoring Ross Jeffries* legacy, since Mystery was more than
eager to prove his superior kung-fu by defeating a worthy
master. Similarly, Ross Jeffries apparently knew that doing
anything underhanded against Mvstcrv now would be seen
throughout the community as a sign of weakness. There was
no backstabbing. no theft of trade secrets, no stealing
techniques or mimicking company names. Mystery faced
Ross Jeffries head to head, politely offering a basket of bread
sticks across the table as a Gesture of Good will. It was a sign
of respect just for Ross Jeffries to be here, but inevitably,
only the strongest alpha male would survive. Both
knowingly wanted to bury the other and then gloat, standing
victoriously atop the loser's grave. Pickup Artists revere
natural selection, and this was survival of the fittest at its
best.
Suddenly, the battle of ideas raged! Mystery dismissed
Speed Seduction; Ross Jeffries dismissed Mystery's method.
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They recited the components of their individual routines and
techniques. Their PUA credentials were impeccable.
Mystery proudly listed all five characteristics of the alpha
male. "Smile," he said, beaming an artificial smile from
across the table, "is number one. Then, being well-groomed,
possessing a sense of humor, connecting with people, and
being seen as the social center of a room." Mvstcrv felt as if
he had just demonstrated this quite effectively, noting that
evcrvbodv was currently watching only him. Ross shrewdlv
deflected Mystery's clever display. "Show me how you
demonstrate higher value during a set. Prove it works!" he
demanded, bitterly. Mystery appeared unscathed, laying
bare his greatest ideas with smug satisfaction. He went point
by point: careful to cover his encyclopedic list of topics by
category first, then he went into the specifics of each. Ross
suddenly leaned back in his chair. Mystery stopped. Then
he confidently shifted the spotlight. "I've proven myself,
eh? Now. show me the effective use of anchoring related to
emotional stimulus and seduction. How do you hook a
target? How do you close?" Mystery beamed a Cheshire
grin. Ross Jeffries had obviously been holding back, leery to
reveal his most secret technology. Perhaps he felt he had
nothing to prove, or he'd been keeping his ace in the hole.
With his fame and entrenched power structure. Ross knew
that it fell upon Mystery to convince the pickup community
of a win, not him. But if Ross demonstrated the unbelievable
effectiveness of his technology successfully. Mvstcrv would
be hard pressed to socially depose the reigning king.
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barely twenty-two. She assumed this was a business mcctina
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had seen it once before at Mel's dinner, while Grimble and
Twotimer probably saw it every time they went out with
Ross.
I didn't know much about Ross Jeffries' techniques, but I
knew he had earned his way to the top. I was prepared to be
impressed, but what I witnessed left me out-and-out
amazed! It also left me feeling like I needed a clean bath.
In a dazzling display of hypnospeak. Ross Jeffries
exploited a fundamental flaw in female emotional circuitry,
and in two minutes flat, he had number-closed and seduced
the wholesome mid-west waitress. Mystery shrugged. His
results were no different than ours. She was the same
waitress Chase and I had prepped for a number-close
minutes ago using our alpha charms and highly calibrated
came.
"Yeah, nice, eh," Mystery said, unimpressed. "You
should have seen the little hottie that I met last night."
Mvstcrv felt that all Ross had demonstrated was the abilitv to
keep up with us.
But, that was just it. Ross Jeffries had no charm, no tact
or grace, no good looks to speak of, nor had the waitress
failed to mention the deplorable age difference between
them. Instead. Ross Jeffries had tricked her into revealinc
her feelings of attraction in his presence and then anchored
them to himself with mind control. She was convinced her
emotions for Ross were real. Her eyes had actually glazed
over, something I'd only been able to do to a woman in the
bedroom. Ross called it the "doggy dinner bowl" look. I
knew he could have walked her into the bathroom like an
automaton and taken her riaht then.
I'd seen stage hypnotists in Las Vegas and practiced astral
projection with self hypnosis tapes regularly. For me.
hypnosis for self-improvement was routine, but because of
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my familiarity, 1 also knew that it was hard work to
hypnotize yourself, even when you knew it was good for
you. But what Ross had done was something different all
together. He had used hypnosis on a fully awake person, in a
boisterous public place, and without preparation or props. In
fairness. Ross Jeffries had told the waitress what he did. It
didn't matter. In a strange fascination for what Ross talked
about, the waitress eagerly participated along. Later, I'd
learn that his demonstration was a grossly exaggerated
performance in a high pressure situation. Ross feared that
we'd miss the true subtleties of what he did like everyone
else. Subtleties or not, the shit worked in two minutes flat.
Not only was the act itself was unbelievable, but worse
yet, witnessing Ross Jeffries' Speed Seduction first hand
punched holes in my model of the universe. The
implications were too profound. If everybody could be so
easily hypnotized, then I had to assume my reality had been
programmed into me since birth as well. My blowout
enlightenment had revealed the great existential "nothing"
(which was seemingly bottomless). Mystery's illusions had
taught me that I couldn't believe mv own eves or cars. Ross
Jeffries' hypnotism proved that I understood my current
reality only through interpreting prior experiences, and if I
unknowingly borrowed the interpretations that someone else
had suggested (or planted), then this meant that everything I
thought was "anchored" to something else, and therefore
could be a lie. It was the rabbit hole effect; my mind had
been betraying me the entire time. Deeper yet.
communication was anchoring. People cannot not anchor
each other when they talk. It's how communication works!
Ross Jeffries just did what people naturally do anyway,
except he did it with full awareness and precision.
Immediately I understood then that this profound realization
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would upset practically everybody, on some level, and
instead of radically restructuring their own reality to see into
Ross' world, they would choose to write him off as sleazy or
sordid as I had earlier.
My head started spinning at the table. It seemed my
basket was now completely empty. I'd been holding onto
mere brcadsticks before.
Then suddenly, I watched horrified as Ross Jeffries
unexpectedly squirmed in his chair, and next... stretched his
leg over his head, wrapping it behind his neck.
"How many older men do vou know that can do this?" he
asked the waitress, assertively.
What the-A I tried not to acknowledge what Ross Jeffries'
bizarre spectacle of flexibility really looked like. But it was
too late. The man was as nimble as a cat cleaning its
privates.
"Wow! That's great!" she said. The waitress was
completely unaffected by the homoerotic interpretation of his
self-gratifying display. Every guy at the table, on the other
hand, instantly sot it.
Ross removed his lea from behind his head, and
suggested to the waitress that they get together for coffee
when she wasn't working. She accepted immediately and
gave him her phone number.
Ross Jeffries let out a victorious laugh. Then, before she
left. Ross unpredictably handed her a sugar packet in return -
for which, she was overjoyed]
"Merc." he said, rubbing it. "Why don't we take all those
aood feelings you're having right now and put them into this
pack of sugar? Now, you can cany them around with you all
day."
She pressed it against her bosom and walked away bright
red.
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Ross grinned triumphantly at Mystery.
This was insane. He'd done everything wrong, acted like
a buffoon, but he still managed to succeed at setting the airl.
I had to admit I was stunned. And while I cringed to think
that I was impressed, how could I not be? His secret Dark
Art of Speed Seduction had worked. What was worse, it was
enlightening. Even more so. the waitress truly seemed to
enjoy the experience as well. He had spoken to her in ways
that strangely interested her, and evoked deep emotions.
Perhaps it wasn't as buffoonish as it had looked.
Ross Jeffries faced Style, his eyes blazing. "Can Mystery
do that?" asked Ross.
Style hesitated, thinking what to say before he spoke.
Carefully, Stvlc a arced that Mystery could. It seemed that
both were just as effective at what they did. Ross slumped
back heavily into his chair, placing his hands in the shape of
a pyramid.
Nothina would be settled here. The title of guru would be
earned on the second part of the challenge, which was to take
place later that night at Sky Bar on Sunset, a rooftop night
club and swimming pool spot which hosted only famous
celebrities and trendy LA socialites. Ross Jeffries wouldn't
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finished mixing our first round of drinks, and closed them
before the ice had started to melt.
Grimble and Twotimer. however, were having difficulties
gaining women's trust. It seemed every model they used
involved sett ins a woman to close her eves and use her
imagination. There was - The Instant Vacation, where the
girls would imagine their favorite place to be in the world,
then Grimble or Twotimer would try to insert themselves in
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get) because they could only be effectively employed after
opening a set and developing rapport, both things that
Mystciy \s method was clearly superior at, while some of the
imagery technique rolled into good story telling and making
a fun time for the girls when the moment was right.
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programmer for too long. I needed a steady paycheck, and a
new career in the military seemed as steady as work gets.
"I've already spoken with Mystery," I told Style. "And,
I've chosen you to be my replacement. You will be
Mystery's new wingman. You'll be one of the greatest
Pickup Artists in the world!"
Stvle was stunned. He didn't exactly know how to take
the news. One part of him was sad to see me go, the other
part was ecstatic at the opportunity to take my place at
Mvstcrv's side. His face contorted as he bounced back and
forth between expressions.
"I will miss vou man." he finallv said. "You're a good
friend, and we work great together."
I nodded. For a moment, we looked over the railing of
the third floor, reflecting on our loss and our uncertain
futures.
"So . . . " Stvle added. "Did Mvstcrv really say that he
wanted me to be his wingman?"
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I had to laugh.
"Dude," I said. "You have a gift. You're going to have
sex with more women than vou ever imagined: maybe even
more than me. It was never even a question. Mystery is
asking vou to be his wingman."
Style would have jumped up and shouted with excitement
right there on the spot if he could, but he remembered to be
sad, at least, I figured, until I was completely out of sight, or
until he made it out to the parking structure alone. I envied
him for the lifestyle I had willed to him, but 1 knew for the
time being that my path led elsewhere.
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Afystery signs his first autograph... in the snowl
Belgrade Workshop, Serbia
CHAPTER 10
SIN'S A T T R A C T I O N T E A S E
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world would masturbate to that ass. I need water. Help me.
I can't take much more of this," etc.... The idea is this, the
better she feels about herself, the more sexual she will
become until she is proudly perched on the bed on all fours
for you in the full nude, enjoying you seeing her nakedness,
and yearning for you to ravage and take her. This is exactly
what the main aspect of the Attraction Tease is supposed to
achieve - make her feel good about herself
But how can you take the Attraction Tease from the
bedroom to the nightclub, college campus, or local coffee
shop to use on the girls you most admire? YOU: "Oh yeah
baby, your latte is soooo foamy. Is that whip cream too?
Work it girl, work it!" Actually ... no. The Attraction Tease
is easier than you think, since it is completely compatible
with Neil Strauss' Stylelife Challenge and Mystery's
Venusian Arts.
Or ...ABM. HI explain:
STEP 1: ASSUME
(The "Misled" Assumption)
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something incorrectly, or are misled by inaccurate
information. This is usually considered something to be
avoided. But for the purpose of the Attraction Tease, your
playful assumptions should be drastically wrong ... and on
purpose! The reason is quite simple: "misled'' assumptions
must be cleared up and quickly resolved.
So ... why not make that misunderstanding sexual?
Instantly, your target becomes flushed, stimulated, and
now compelled to contest with you in a playful banter to
escape what you might incorrectly think of her to escape any
social or sexual embarrassment the misconstrual may cause
her (even though her action or comment may have been
completely non-sexual). She will quickly find herself in a
playful jam; the perfect spot in which to have her. Her
predicament and troubles all brought on by your playful but
misled assumption.
There are two different types of "misled" assumptions for
you to do this. Whether you're in the field, on a Day Two (a
first date or second meeting), or maintaining a long-term
relationship, women absolutely love the Attraction Tease.
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trouble. So YOU playfully say: "You know
what, I find that all women lie to get men into
bed." HER: "What? What did you just say?"
YOU: "Okay, okay, you can hit me. Here
punch me in the arm. I should have never
said 'a//' women lie to get men in bed, just
some right? (She punches you). Ouch, you
hit me! I can't believe you actually hit me!
You're a mean one, aren't you? Boy, what
kind of sex life would I be in for with you,
huh? You'd beat me up, wouldn't you?
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(Laugh). Ha! Get it? 'Beat me *up\ Oh,
you're bad, little missy! I'm sure I end up
with a black eye or something, but you'd have
a smile on your face. Man, now I'm glad I
took boxing lessons. Maybe I can fight back,
huh? (Push her shoulder playfully). I'm not
going to just let you have your way with me,
you know."
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Oh, you're good. Now you got me to think
about you in that way! I'll bet you had this
all planned out the whole time, didn't you?
Well, it's not going to work, missy!" (Smile
and nudge her affectionately). And so on...
stack into The Pushover (see below).
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• Continuing the example used in The Rook
from above, where she accidentally touched
your leg, YOU say: "You're soooo hitting on
me. Well, it's not going to work, missy.
You're like a sister to me. Albeit, a hot,
totally unrelated sister, who I suddenly want
to kiss. Ew ... that's soooo gross. How could
you do that to me?" HER: "What, I did
nothing!" YOU: "Yes, you did. You were
looking at me like you wanted to kiss me.
Damn it. Now we got to get it over with, it's
standing between us. Come here. (Kiss her).
There. Are you satisfied, missy?"
STEP 2 - BLAME
(The Playful Faulting)
Let's face it; it's much better to blame someone else than
take blame yourself. So, why take the fall in the battle of the
sexes, when women can have so much fun challenging your
misled assumptions during a playful and innocent blaming
game? Step 2 - Blame is the humorous phase of the
Attraction Tease. Of course, you know that shifting blame
on her for something she hasn't "technically" done is
mischievous - and so does she, but the challenge is too much
fun for her to resist. Mostly because all women like to win,
especially against men! But don't give in just yet, keep
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overcoming her objections while poking fun, and move on to
Step 3 - Make-Up.
Blaming is an art form, and you can use biological
differences, psychological differences, and sociocultural
differences to add more fuel to the fire.
STEP 3 - MAKE-UP
(The Lover's Consent)
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tries to shift the blame back on you (um, okay ... so let her
spank you), now you know she is playing the game as well.
All you have to do is play along and have great fun! In three
simple steps, you've just built instant sexual attraction.
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MANAGE YOUR MIRRORS
Before you go out into the field, make sure all four of
ir mirrors have been calibrated for success:
BOTCH WORDS
FALLBACKS
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IVe got you here I have to tell you this great story, it's so
funny!" Or, try an over-the-top response, like: "Sure,
whatever, if you say the world is pink and protected by
power puff girls, then who am I to argue? I know what the
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right thing to do here is (wink, wink). Then, nod and
indicate that you know not to challenge her to the battle of
sexes, especially if you want to win.
You can even try to recover your Attraction Tease with:
"See I can be good and behave sometimes. So what was I
saying? Hey, wait a minute; you should at least pet me for
good behavior." If she starts to play the game of your
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Attraction Tease now, then you say: "Oh no\ 9 HER:
"What?" YOU: "I'm feeling 'bad' again, pet me harder - I
mean, stop petting!" Remember, if you absolutely can't go
sexual again after you've recovered, then keep stacking
ordinary canned material, routines and stories to keep her
interest, and try to build rapport and comfort again by
finding commonalities. Believe it or not, you're failed
Attraction Tease may work later on her, it was probably just
delivered to soon, but you still communicated to her that you
are filled with sexual prowess (and this is good). Keep in
mind, if you're thinking about a fallback or recovery plan
while doing your Attraction Tease, then, you've already set
yourself up for failure.
Again, be bold and playful. In the event she says: "Let's
Just Be Friends" (a.La. LJBF), then YOU say: "You know,
my next girlfriend wouldn't like that, sorry." And leave.
Remember that your Reaction Mirror learns bad patterns,
and accepting second place doesn't train you to be a winner.
Accepting the role of "friend" then ensure you program
yourself incorrectly with beta male qualities and new women
you approach will be hard-pressed to see the killer alpha
male inside you. It's attraction or death. Don't be afraid to
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walk away. This act will show her that she may have been
wrong about you. Besides, your new girlfriend will get
jealous of any girls hanging around you, so who needs them?
After a month or so, you could reengage, finding yourself
suddenly successful since you proved that you're willing to
walk away first
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SPONTANEOUS ATTRACTION TEASE #1
[THE PUSHOVER]
YOU: "Oh God, what's that perfume called?"
(She offers her perfume's name).
YOU: "You're not making this easy on me. It smells edible,
you smell... mmmMMMmmm. Damn you! Your perfume
is evil! You know, this is all your fault. I can barely think
right now in order to tell you my great story. Come here.
Let me smell you again."
(She offers her wrist or neck. You smell slowly, face your
body open to hers so you openly share your energy).
(Variant #1: Throw her wrist away or push her away).
(Variant #2: Look down at your groin area, then, look
surprised at her).
YOU: "Damn! You're dangerous, girl. Get away from me.
No, come here. I hate you. I just wanted to tell you a story.
But now ... (She's smiling). All right, that's it! You're being
bad on purpose."
HER: "What, no, I'm not, really."
YOU: "Uh huh, tell it to someone who believes you. You
knew what you were doing all along. No more excuses. Bad
girls deserved to be spanked, missy. Turn around."
(She shyly hesitates to turn, playfully coax her until she
agrees, then slap her ass).
YOU:'There! Wait. Oh noV 9
HER: "What?"
(Look down at your groin area, get her to look at it too).
YOU: "Stop! Don't look at it. Oh, now you've made it twice
as worse. If you keep encouraging it, it will have its way
with you. (Hook arms). That's it, you're coming with me."
(Take her to another part of the club to isolate).
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SPONTANEOUS ATTRACTION TEASE #2
[THE PUSHOVER]
(During a set when you're telling a story).
YOU: "Hey, stop that, little missy."
HER: "Stop what?"
YOU: "You know what There! You just did it again.
Damn! I can't stand it, you're turning me on. Stop it!"
HER: "Really, what am I doing?"
(Identify the funny lip shapes she makes when talking or
when listening to you - which are irresistible: her coy little
smile that reminds you of sex, how she stares in your eyes
too much, a certain look she gives you unknowingly that
makes you want to throw her on a bed, her leaning across
you and exposing her cleavage, or something that she does
that's totally normal, but strangely and to your surprise,
completely turns you on)!
YOU: "That look! It's fucking hot. Stop it."
HER: "Oh, what look?"
YOU: "I don't know how to describe it but it makes me want
to take you right here. There, you did it again!"
HER: "No, I didn't"
YOU: "Yes, you did! I saw it! Give me your hand, little
missy!"
(She hesitantly gives you her hand. You hold her hand for a
second, then playfully slap it).
YOU: "You're a bad girl! Now, you've got me all hot and
bothered. I only wanted to tell you a cool story. (Reposition
her away from you).
YOU: "There. Now you can't look at me, can you? Oh,
damn. (Pull her into you). This is much better. This is all
your fault, you know! Okay, now listen. No, on second
thought, not until you give me a kiss (tap your cheek) will I
continue!"
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SPONTANEOUS ROUTINE #3
[THE ROOK]
(Bump into target, and start with a successful opener).
YOU: "Hey, listen; I need a female opinion on (fill in blank).
And you're, you know ... female-like."
HER: (Weird look). "What? What do you mean, 'female-
like?'"
YOU: (Using Botch Words). "Uh, I mean ... female ... and,
uh ... likeable! Sure, that's what I meant. Just don't kill me,
okay?"
(Overcome her doubts - smile large and nod).
YOU: "Boy, you're tough, aren't you? (Kino her shoulders).
I'm sweating bullets here. (Squeeze her arms). Wow, you
have some big guns too. Let's see them!"
(She flexes biceps. You squeeze them. You flex biceps and
have her squeeze yours).
(Push her away)!
YOU: "Whoa, that's enough there, missy. You're getting me
all hot and bothered, and then you'll be responsible for that.
Hmm? Anyway, you're supposed to listen to my incredible
story! Remember? Instead of squeezing my bicep, and all.
Now it's hard to talk. Oh, crap! Did I say HARD?"
(Laugh. Kino. Shake her for forgiveness).
[STACKING THE PUSHOVER]
YOU: "What's happening to me here? I mean, you're hot,
but I normally am not - look, I'm just going to talk fast,
okay? So anyway, the story goes (the 'real' hook of the
story is her waiting for the story, which you can keep
prolonging as long as your sexual innuendos are still flying).
YOU: "Shit, now I can't even remember the story! Would
you slap me, please? No wait, stopl I might like that!
Actually, you might like that. Can someone take the foot out
of my mouth here, please? Oh, noV
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HER: "What?"
[STACKING THE ROOK]
YOU: "Objects ... in mouths! And here you are making cute
little lip shapes. Whatever you do don't bite your lip."
(Shell bite lip to tease you, or ... you show her how not to
bite her lip and she'll imitate you).
HER: "Like this?" or "You mean like this?"
[STACKING THE PUSHOVER]
YOU: "You're killing mel Water, please. If I don't cool
down soon, I'm going to have to take you right here."
(Look around).
YOU: "No, I'm going to take you over there"
(Hook her arm and move to corner).
[STACKING THE ROOK]
YOU: "This isn't any better! Okay, look ... the rules are - no
kissing. You can only hug me. That's it! Only hugs. Okay,
give me a hug."
(Start back at Step 1 - Assume).
YOU: "Hey, you just kissed me! (when she really only
hugged you)."
HER: "No I didn't."
YOU: "Yep, it was like this. (Kiss her neck). See!"
HER: "I didn't do that."
YOU: "Yes, you did. Wait, I just kissed you\ Damn it!"
[STACKING THE PUSHOVER].
YOU: "Now, how am I supposed to resist you? (Step 2 -
Blame). You have to kiss me now to make up for it, it's only
fair. (Step 3 - Make-Up). Oh forget it, come here."
(Kiss her passionately).
(After kissing for several minutes, push her away).
[STACKING THE ROOK]
(Step 1 - Assume).
YOU: "Oh, you're good."
(Look at her suspiciously).
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(Hook her arm and move to corner).
HER: "What? How? Why?"
(Step 2 - Blame).
YOU: "Oh, don't act like you're not responsible."
HER: "Responsible for what?"
(Point at your hard on, which should be bulging in your
pants by now if she's a good kisser and there's chemistry).
YOU: "...THIS!"
(Point down confidently - press your hand against it,
demonstrating).
HER: (Shocked). "Oh?!"
(Push her away, stand up, step away).
YOU: "You're in trouble now, missy!"
HER: "Oh yeah?"
(Step 3 - Make-Up).
YOU: "Come here."
(Kiss more and escalate kino, which should get you much
further than before).
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SPONTANEOUS ROUTINE #4
[THE ROOK]
(Standing at bar with your back turned to your target).
(Step 1 - Assume),
YOU: (Loudly). "Whoa! Oh my god, your hand just
touched my ass\ Ew ... I feel so objectified, like man meat.
(Step 2 - Blame). You can't just go around grabbing men's
asses. Even if you like them, little missy."
HER: "No, I didn't do that. No way!"
YOU: "Oh? Why? Are you saying there's something wrong
with my ass, now that you've groped it and used me up,
huh?"
(Show your ass for her to examine it).
(Step 3 - Make-Up).
YOU: "You know, whatever, enough is enough with your
cute self. Turn around, missy."
HER: "No!"
YOU: "Look, first you grope and fondle my ass, then you
insult it. You're a bad, bad little kitty. And bad kitties
deserve to be spanked! Rotate yourself! Expose that cute
little ass. Let's go, missy! It's the only way I'm going to feel
better about being abused by your hot little hand."
(Playfully slap her ass).
[THE PUSHOVER]
(Step 2 - Blame).
YOU: "OA, no\"
HER: "What?"
YOU: "That was so hot! Bad idea! What, do you like work
out eight hours a day? Some women have to work hard for
an ass like that, you know. It isn't really fair to them, eh?
You've got a porn star's ass. Damn! I can still feel it on my
hand. I'm never going to get any sleep tonight. That sucks!
And, this is all your fault!"
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SPONTANEOUS ROUTINE #5
[THE ROOK]
(During a story, make a phallic symbol out of something
soft: a leg of a stuffed animal, a rolled up napkin, e t c . . U s e
your imagination. Never use anything hard).
YOU: (Roll up your jacket into an obvious phallic symbol,
then look at your watch, and then hold out your protruding
jacket towards the target in a provocative and suggestive
way).
YOU: "Hey, you know what this looks like?"
HER: "Ew... gross!"
YOU: (Act confused). "What's gross?"
HER: "That!"
(Step 1 - Assume),
YOU: "Oh my god! You thought I was saying it looks like a
big ... dick? HA! No! I meant it looks like we've been
taking for over ten minutes now."
YOU: (Show watch and pause). "Wait, you mean after ten
minutes you're already thinking about my dick?"
(Step 2 - Blame).
YOU: (Exaggerated response). "Whoa, girl! And I thought
/was perverted."
(Jab her with phallic symbol, playfully).
HER: "Ew... gross."
(Step 3 - Make-Up).
YOU: "Wait, you have to bite my jacket! Yeah, bite it! You
have to make up for thinking that I was trying to make it
look like a ... you know. Bite it!"
(Phallic symbol is offered in front of her mouth).
HER: "Ew... noway!"
YOU: "Come on, do it!" (Tease past any last minute
resistance - i.e., "maybe just a tiny bite?" Etc.).
(She bites it).
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[STACKING THE PUSHOVER1
(Skip Step 1 - Assume, and instead go straight to Step 2 -
Blame).
YOU: "Wait! Oh my god, that was hot I was only kidding.
f
(Look at groin). Now, I m going to have to go to the
bathroom and rub one out just thinking about you biting my
jacket. (Hold up jacket). This is your entire fault! If I don't,
I'm going to have to hobble around the club all night on three
legs." (Point at groin. Then, hook her arm).
[STACKING THE ROOK]
YOU: "Let's go! You owe me."
HER: "Wait, where are you talking me?"
YOU: "What? Oh, well, I'm certainly NOT taking you to the
bathroom you silly girl. I'm taking you over here. (Step 2 -
Blame). Man. all you think about is sex, isn't it? What am I
going to do with you? (Find corner). (Step 3 - Make-up).
Come on, help me hobble, it's the least you can do." (Kino
escalate from here).
(Make-Up - Variant #1).
t6
YOU: Now you have to apologize to my jacket for biting it.
It's hurt! You have to kiss it!"
(She kisses jacket).
YOU: "Now I'm hurt. You like my jacket way more than
me. And I've been talking to you for over ten minutes. My
damn jacket's said nothing!"
(Point to cheek).
YOU: "You owe me a kiss!"
(She kisses you).
YOU: "Ew, your breath smells like ... like jacket!"
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fast and witty. This is mostly driven by solid inner-game
here.
SPONTANEOUS ROUTINE #6
[THE ROOK]
(Step 1 - Assume).
YOU: "Wait. What was that you were looking at in that
magazine?"
HER: "Huh? What? Why?"
YOU: (Take the magazine away form her, playfully). "Let
me see that."
(Flip through magazine randomly to find an image of a sexy
girl in a pose. Delay with, "Uh, huh. Mmm, hmm. Etc.).
YOU: (When you find a sexy picture of a hot woman).
"Yep. Just like I suspected!"
HER: "No, I wasn't looking at that."
(Step 2 - Blame).
YOU: "Oh, great. Now look what you've done."
HER: "What?"
YOU: (Point at the girl in magazine). "Her!"
HER: "Her?"
YOU: "Don't play innocent with me. You know what you've
done."
HER: "No, what?"
YOU: (Point confidently at the ass of the woman in the
magazine). "Her perfect little ass. Look at it! It looks like
yours! Now I'm going to have to think about it all day long."
YOU: (Examine your target's ass). "I mean look at it."
HER: "My Ass?"
YOU: "Damn it! Now I'm going to have dreams all night
long, and in the morning when I wake up with a big, you
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know ... (imply hard on by looking or pointing at groin). I
will have to picture it and do the job. That's it, turn around."
(Step 3 - Make-up).
(Roll up magazine and spank her ass).
YOU: "Bad girl. I mean, good-bad girl. Oh, no!"
HER: "What?"
YOU: "Look, another phallic symbol in my hand! And I just
touched your ass with it!"
YOU: "So ... I'm looking up these crazy sex facts on the
internet today, and did you know...."
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Women who read romance novels have sex twice as
often as those who don't. YOU: "Bless all those
book fairs from the seventh grade. So ... do you
think reading is important? You know, literacy and
sex are the same thing in my book. Think about it?).
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girl! The semen diet. So if a girl swallows then
spits, is that the same as hinging and purging?"
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• A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes. YOU: "Wow!
So, do you think this refers to male pigs or female
pigs? Cuz' it didn't say." HER: "Probably female
pigs." YOU: "So why is it when women say all men
are pigs, when actually you hog up all the fun? I
don't think a male 'anything' could come for 30
minutes in a row without dying from dehydration.
Ha! And just imagine faking a 30 minute orgasm!"
You can also build your own stories off real experiences,
while you manage to entertain her. This sets the mood for
what is appropriate in your relationship, and opens the door
for an Attraction Tease. Real stories are the best, like:
embarrassingly shooting your girlfriend in the eye with cum
during a blowjob, and her eye being red for two weeks which
overlapped a visit to your parents house, finding out from a
doctor that you'd bruised the roof of a girl's mouth because
she loved giving you blowjobs - or accidentally bruising her
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kidney in the heat of the moment, etc.... But you don't want
to say something blatantly crude and expect her to follow
you. You must coax her to become more sexual. If she
thinks what you've said is in bad taste, agree. Explain how
that is what you thought too. But then, you thought about it
some more, and... YOU: "Maybe it's not so bad?" (Smile).
If you guide her, she may follow. If she still objects that it
was in bad taste, laugh and move to a new sexual subject that
isn't so bad, while teasing yourself. YOU: "I'm terrible, I
know. I should be caged up. Wait... you might like that!
You'd probably torture me with a feather, taunting me. Oh
yeah, I can see it. You're a bad kitty, aren't you?" Keep in
mind, sexual canned material is supposed to be shocking. It
should playfully draw on taboo or uncomfortable subjects of
sex and open the topic for your Attraction Tease later.
SEXUAL VALUE
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• (Disqualify): You push her away (hands off the
merchandise. Oh my god, you touched me!)
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS
EYE CONTACT
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Rule # 1 : Communicate Sexual Compatibility. Never
look at a woman longer than one single glance.
Never look back. You must communicate to her
through your eyes that you are sexually compatible
with her. You should think: "Damn, I could have
her. Wow!" You should never look at her with
hungry or desperate eyes, such as longing for her.
Nor should you let your eyes linger, like those of a
pervert. Instead, your eyes should transmit
confidence (that you know how to sexually fulfill
her) and you could have her if you wanted. This is
the proper technique when looking at a woman who
catches your attention. Never vary from this format.
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down before or resisting their advances, then you
were too caught up in what you were thinking,
feeling, or doing to see what was actually happening
with her non-verbal cues. SMR is the most revealing
IOI of them all. What is it? Amazingly, during your
very first instance of seeing her by look or glance, if
she is attracted to you in the slightest, then her body
language will actually slow down like slow motion
replay on TV. It is so noticeable, that she will not
only slow down her movements, but she will
awkwardly hesitate (for a microsecond) as to where
to sit, which direction to move in, etc.... I believe
Slow-Motion Reflex, and the accompanied
awkwardness, to be her instinct/reflex of proximity
without time to prepare or even think about what
she's doing. She wants to place herself in your area.
But at first glance, there's no time, so she slows down
and acts awkward. She may eventually angle her
location to be seen by you, but you can actually
watch her non-verbal cues give herself away while
doing so. She may act self-conscious, anxious, and
noticeably aware of you. Hear me: This is the only
IOI you will ever need againl Every other IOI pales
in comparison. You already know she is attracted to
you, so squelch your approach anxiety and tell your
nerves to take a hike. Slow-Motion Reflex never lies.
Doubting yourself by looking back or staring will
blow any chance you had, making you look
unconfident instead. Detect SMR, then say to
yourself: "She's mine!" and make your approach.
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SIN'S ATTRACTION TEASE
Summary Page
The Attraction Tease is a way to make almost "anything" sexual, and in turn, build
instant sexual attraction with the opposite sex. The Attraction Tease is a powerful tool to
elicit a sexual response in a playful way that makes a woman feel good about herself.
Step One - Assume (The "Misled" Assumption): Sometimes people make hasty
assumptions, perceive something incorrectly, or are misled by inaccurate information. This
is usually considered sornething to be avoided. But for the purpose of the Attraction Tease,
your playful assumptions should be drastically wrong ... and on purpose!
1. The Rook, where you take a situation and make it sexual as part of a playful prank
or mischievous behavior while flirting, adding kino, making further sexual
innuendos, and provoking more sexual behavior on her part. The Rook can be
used with: accidental touches, proximity, unanticipated acts, taking a conversation
out of context, etc....
2. The Pushover: where you make direct sexual observations about your target. You
assume her behavior, the way she's dressed, or how she moved was knowingly or
unknowingly designed to persuade, influence, or seduce you. For The Pushover,
you must always act as though: "You can't resist her!" This is key. You are the
"pushover." You can use backhanded sexual compliments while trying to resist
her (but eventually you will give into your newly found sexual interest - z/she let's
you).
Step Two - Blame (The Playful Faulting): let's face it; if s much better to blame someone
else than take blame yourself. So, why take the fall in the battle of the sexes, when women
can have so much fun challenging you and your playful but innocent blaming game? Of
course, you know that shifting blame on ho* for something die hasn't "technically" done is
mischievous and so does she, but the challenge is too much fun for her to resist.
Step Three - Make-Up (The Lover's Consent): only lover's make-up (i.e. the "make-up
sex" pattern). How you make-up is your choice - either for the price of a hug, a spanking,
slapping her hand, or a kiss. If she agrees, it is a direct indicator of how she approves of
you. The Make-Up is the flirtatious motto of the third and final phase in the Attraction
Tease.
Stacking: you can keep stacking tease after tease for as long as it takes, but make sure to 1)
switch between situational openers, alternating between: The Rook, and The Pushover, 2)
switch things up by using other pickup lines, routines, or stories, 3) you dont have to
always start from Step 1 - Assume of the Attraction Tease, and 4) always stack bolder!
Manage Your Mirrors: Before you go out into the field, make sure all four of your mirrors
have been calibrated for success:
Botch Words: are purposeful slip ups or fluff words and phrases used during the delivery
of your Attraction Tease. Botch Words are especially important during The Pushover.
Botch words examples range from: "er," "uh," "um ..." "damn," "oh crap," "oh my god,"
etc ... or any other expression that denotes surprise, excitability, and fumbling, due to your
hormones suddenly racing to your head (both of them), making it so you can't think clearly
in her stunning presence.
Canned "Sex" Material used to turn a conversation sexual before you launch an
Attraction Tease by introducing sex facts, telling funny sexual stories, etc....
Sexual Value: use both sexual qualifiers and disqualifiers to increase your sexual value.
are everything- Her first impression of you must be sexual! Start with a
First I m p r e s s i o n s
strong sexual frame, and the tempo of your relationship will be very sexual from that point
forward.
Eye Contact: is the most important first signal you can give, even before you approach
your target. The instant when your eyes first meet a woman's eyes, you communicate
sexual attraction. If done correctly, you won't need to look for any other IOIs, because
after good eye contact, you already have already attracted her. You need only initiate
contact and approach her. Here me when I say: "attraction starts from the very first look."
Eye contact is instinctual non-verbal communication that has kept the human species alive
for millions of years. Trust what you are seeing!
• Rule #2 - The Breakaway: Right after you have looked at her for the first time,
you must breakaway from looking at her immediately. You may want to look
back a second time, but if you do, you will blow your chances with her. By not
looking back, you leave the door open to approach her later. If you stare, or look
back, you will blow it, and maybe even creep her out.
• Rule #3 - Slow-Motion Reflex (SMR): during your first look or glance, if she is
attracted to you, then her body language will actually slow down like slow motion
replay on TV. She will also become awkward and possibly hesitate (for a
microsecond) as to where to sit, which direction to move in, etc.... This is the only
IOIyou will ever need againl Detect SMR, men say to yourself: "She's mine!"
and make your approach.
Shiny Happy People, giddy as sin.
A Saturday Night Fever Fad-Fashion Moment
When words become meaningless
Eye Contact
CHAPTER 11
SOCIAL P Y R A M I D T H E O R Y
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Conversely, Social Pyramids are complex social
structures ordered into a hierarchy that consists solely of
women. Some women sit at the top of a particular social
setting, while others are bottom-feeders. The nature of
women is such that they are forced to compete for social
standing amongst every other woman present in order to
obtain their choice of men. This competition can result in a
vicious cycle of rumors, talking behind other girl's backs,
and outright slander. If a woman falls down from a high spot
on the pyramid, another woman will be there to take her
place, and this, in turn, perpetuates the stratification within
the hierarchy, as seen in sororities, club houses or societies,
among female regulars at local night clubs or bars,
waitresses or female servers at restaurants or click-ish coffee
shops, strip clubs, or even work environments like corporate
offices. Basically, Social Pyramids can be found at any
place which has reoccurring women that gather together, and
usually (but not always), when involved in the competition
for men.
But why are women like this? Two reasons: 1) social
dominance and 2) viability. You see, the positive aspect of
Social Pyramids for women is that they're almost guaranteed
to obtain a man of the highest value (i.e. the most
determined, assertive, and viable alpha male) if they reside at
the top, and thereby, they'll fulfill their primary biological
purpose to mate with the best male. Knowing that the
perfect male is the best suited to both provide healthy
children and protect them (physically, financially,
emotionally). The hierarchy of women ensures that no two
women are socially equal, and thereby the higher-ranking
woman selects from the best men present. The pyramid
structure fits in flawlessly with what women have been
taught all their lives ... "that good men will only marry
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women who are hard-to-get." So naturally, it follows that
the woman at the top ("the unattainable" female") of a Social
Pyramid (who are usually the prettiest or most popular)
would get the highest quality man. After all, men don't
marry women who are easy. And hence, a normal man
would have to work his way up the social ladder of women
in order to get the one at the pinnacle of the pyramid. She's
guaranteed the best of men, also supporting the concept of
"Dual-Alphas," which has tribal roots where the best male
and best female wedlock. It's the stereotypical high school
Prom Queen and Prom King model all over again, the two
most popular people amongst their peers celebrated - as
opposed to the Prom King and the High School Slut.
The negative aspect for women, however, is that with any
Social Pyramid, comes harsh social repercussions. This is
because women can be socially destroyed, and lose any
chance of mating with a viable male. So it logically follows
that women are less likely to take careless chances! Here is
where men get confused. For men, it seems like the woman
is just playing games. But in fact, she is second guessing far
more than a quick romance with some guy she may or may
not be attracted to. For a woman, she is exposing herself to
unknown risks, and making herself vulnerable to other girls
in a pyramid who'd take her down and immediately capture
her place. If she was to be rejected she would ultimately lose
value. A woman not only exposes herself to a biological
"bad spot", but risks being socially ruined if publicly
embarrassed, abandoned, or humiliated. The higher-ranking
a woman is in a Social Pyramid, the more she has to risk
socially, and the more somebody else desires her place.
Again, this supports the "hard-to-get" concept, where
socially savvy women would be less inclined to jeopardize
popularity or power among other women by making a public
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mistake due to heated passion. For example: an x-boyfriend
talking trash about her, spreading nasty rumors, labeling her
a slut, going psycho, making her lose control, etc.... Even
something as simple as a public breakup with a girl of high
social ranking could be spell social death for her, indicating
one reason why girls may make such a big deal out if it when
a man leaves her. Worse yet, for a woman, being labeled a
slut could socially decimate her. Sluts are looked down upon
because they disturb the enforcement of the structure by
siphoning resources from men that could be viable to higher-
ranking women, leading to many sluts be forcibly run off by
those invested in the pyramid Once run off, these women
then having no other option but to relocate, which
necessitates entering an entirely new pyramid with a low
ranking.
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entering their social scene will not go unnoticed.
Frequency is important. You want to show up in
order to get women to realize that you exist and that
you're a regular, but you also don't want to go every
weekend (indicating desperation or that you have no
life outside the social pyramid). If you've failed at
the perfect start, such as by approaching women and
being seen getting shot down, pointing across the
room at hot girls and ogling, hanging out with others
that don't fit in or are rude, or you have become less
noticed simply because of your excessive frequency,
then you can attempt to recover by disappearing for a
long period of time. Not showing up for a month or
two will stimulate the women in the social pyramid to
reconsider your entrance level when you return. You
have indicated to women that you are willing to leave
at any time. By doing so, they may now be more
aggressive in pursuing you before you can disappear
again.
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ranking social standing. That's rightl Getting mixed
signals? I can tell you this, if a woman thinks that
you are a viable alpha male, she will not risk a
moment where she can lose you, and will work at
locking you down instead. She incurs too much risk
allowing you to be available for other women who'll
snag you up for themselves. Sure, I mentioned hard-
to-get earlier, but not impossible to get - where
women must strike the balance between elusive and
available. Remember, you will always have steady
progress with a woman who is "truly" interested in
you. If you get mixed signals where she's hot or
cold, she could have other motives involved. If you
find yourself in a pattern of getting coaxed to her, and
then she shuts you down (the more public the better
for her), then you may be a victim of manipulation in
a Social Pyramid of women. It's like the mythology
of the Siren's song, where men on ships were lured to
jagged rocks and a watery death by the sweet singing
voices of water nymphs. Those men who aren't
warned make the mistake of believing what they see
and hear from a particularly beautiful woman, and
then miserably go down in flames. It's enough to
leave men baffled, disappointed and sometimes
angry. Remember, her power comes from how many
men want to have her, so don't fall into her pattern. If
you've already made this mistake, then shun her. It's
the only way to recover over a long period of time.
And even this must be done right in order to get her
at a much later date (see Dating Lower-Ranking Girls
in the Hierarchy below).
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Rule #3: Beware of Easy Girls. Easy girls are the
ones at the bottom of any Social Pyramid who try to
obtain viable men in disregard to the pyramid
structure. They may have been labeled sluts, have a
venereal disease, lack social skills, or just don't care
to play the game that the rest of the girls play (i.e. she
may be a genuine sweetheart). Whatever the case, to
pickup or date an easy girl in a Social Pyramid spells
disaster for you. You will no longer be able to
navigate upward to higher-ranking girls if the easy
lower-ranking girl is disreputable. You will be
considered contaminated. Higher-ranking girls must
stay away from you or lose their own social standing.
What's interesting is that the easy low-ranking girls
will be the first to approach you, because they have
no social standing to risk, and therefore have nothing
to lose in blatant attempts to trap a viable man. They
understand that they have to make themselves readily
available to draw men to them. It is the price they
pay for being on the bottom of the social strata. They
may have fallen from the top or lost a fight while
climbing to a higher standing. Whatever the case,
you will be socially stalemated if you date her. Just
think back to high school, if you slept with the slut,
you had no chance with the most popular girl in
school. This isn't to say that you can't find a gem at
the social bottom. You can! But usually girls at the
bottom of a Social Pyramid have many issues and are
unhappy at their current station. But most easy girls
are simply happy just to have the affection of a man,
and surprisingly, are usually the best fun.
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Rule #4: Traveling Pyramids. In every set (two or
more girls), the prettiest girl is always dominant.
This applies even when women are traveling and are
functioning outside a large Social Pyramid. For
women, Social Pyramids are inescapable (primarily
being based on looks and matching popularity).
Whether two or more girls are from the same Social
Pyramid, or they mimic the restraints unconsciously,
Social Pyramids exist everywhere, even when
traveling. This is why when a pickup artist
approaches a set, if he's successful, displaying the
correct alpha male traits, hell soon find himself
talking with the prettiest girl in the group (even if his
target wasn't the prettiest one). Whether it is a
private female discussion in the bathroom as to which
girl gets the best man, or the lower-ranking girl
knows instinctually to give away a viable male to a
Mgher-ranking girl, men can only wonder. That's for
women to decide. However, the theory does explain
why women when they're alone or traveling seem
much easier to meet or get into bed. They have less
to lose, avoiding any social fallout afterwards.
Unseen men are less likely to muck up a woman's
social situation at a place she frequents. Married men
have better chance as well for the same reason.
Women would much rather date from outside their
Social Pyramids for the sake of protection if dating a
particular man may seem risky.
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competing for viable men. When you look at another
woman, you have just devalued your girlfriend to that
other woman. It's a game with invisible rules. Take
notice how when you're out with your girlfriend, you
seem to get attention from other women all the time.
You think, Damnl Why couldn't I get women this
interested before - when I was single? Be warned,
the attention is false, and the other women are just
seeking validation. They're competing with your
girlfriend, and if they can get you to stare at them,
then they've won, proving that they could have you
and that they're more desirable than your girlfriend.
You've accidentally devalued your girlfriend, while
the other woman walks away smugly with her value
raised. This is why when you are about to look at
other women; your girlfriend is already staring right
at you to see if you are going to look. They know.
It's a social war! And girls don't like to lose! If you
do look, she's now mad because you made her lose
social value. Remember that social standing is
everything for women. You should be familiar
enough with your girlfriend talking trash about other
women, always questioning whether she's prettier
than those other girls, etc.... Your girlfriend wants to
win. In a Social Pyramid, never get caught looking
at other women, you lose value too.
For women caught in this situation, you should act
non-phased, your body language non-reactionary. A
woman shouldn't act oblivious to what's going on,
just un-affected by the competing woman's attempt.
To win is to share a look with your boyfriend, either
admiring her or picking the competing woman apart.
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So how do you navigate Social Pyramids and date the
women at the top? There are five approaches that will work
in your favor and help you succeed:
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She will pursue you, after all - you are the Different
Guy!
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NEVER too low on the pyramid to where you'd be
discredited by doing so. This is where your social
intelligence comes into play, you must read the social
map accurately to tell where a girl falls in the
pyramid. Soliciting advice from others inside the
pyramid is one way of doing this, but always be
careful not to expose yourself too much, what you
say can come back to haunt you later. Then, when a
mid-ranking girl is head-over heels for you, speaks
well of you by telling her friends, etc... this becomes
a testimony to your worth and relationship skills.
From the top of the pyramid down, you will be
watched by higher-ranking girls to see what value
you possess. The more socially viable you are, the
more desirable you become. Youll immediately find
the higher-ranking girls taking more interest in your
mid-ranking girlfriend and your personal relationship
with her. The Wgher-ranking girls are getting to
know you from a safe distance, or a buffer zone,
while you're still in your current relationship. See
this for what it is, higher-ranking girls are
determining if you're a worthy potential mate, so act
appropriately - showing off your alpha male traits
whenever possible. When your relationship ends
with the mid-ranking girl, you will find that the
higher-ranking girls will make themselves available
to you immediately, and you can move up to a
higher-ranking girlfriend. What's even more amazing
about this strategy is that higher-ranking girls expect
you to get to them in this exact way. What youll find
is that if a top girl has "real" interest in you, shell
offer up a girlfriend of hers for you to date. This is a
relationship test, where if you turn out to be a great
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boyfriend, the top girl will then steal you away from
her mid-ranking friend at the first chance (often
ruining their own friendship). The reasoning for this
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is to determine your viability and ensure you re not
going to blow the top girl out with a scandalous or
public breakup. Once you've established that you're
not just a player that'll dump a girl right after he
scores with her (causing her disgrace among her rival
peers), then you'll be seen as a serious potential mate
capable of having a serious relationship. Of course,
you must always try to leave any girlfriend that you
break up with in a better place than before you met.
But even if the breakup goes horribly bad, a jealous
X-girlfiiend will still grant you access to higher-
ranking girls, and serves as higher social proof for
you, since you're somebody who is obviously worth
getting jealous over. You'll also notice that once
you've dated a girl close to the top, you can have any
girl of lesser ranking you want (branding you with a
bad boy reputation). This is because lesser ranking
girls can socially improve themselves now by dating
you, thereby, increasing their own popularity and
position in the established hierarchy. Maybe you
were great in bed, had a big dick, etc.... The point is
that when confronted, you act concerned for the X-
girlfriend, use no large displays of emotion, and ask
the girl confronting you to help your X get over you.
You should even check up on your X from time to
time through social networking, have someone
inquire for you. The women who want to help the
most will be the ones who want to date you next. I
promise! Even if you are vilified with a bad rep for
dating other women, you can't lose. To know women
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best is to understand that any time a woman invests
in hating you, you occupy her thoughts, and after
enough time and maybe a sit down talk, shell
transform all of those feelings of hatred into love.
Know that love and hate are truly separated by a very
thin line. The major fallacy of men is to determine
that it's over for you once you're hated. You couldn't
be more wrong! Stand boldly against the social
pressures of women, and you become the alpha of all
other alpha males. Women will perceive your social
strength and fall in love with you for it The rule of
thumb is to under-act when attacked by women, and
then be able to throw a compliment back in her
direction afterwards. "Sure you hate me, but damn,
the fire in you makes me feel... Damn! I hate that
too! Why is that, huh? Look, I understand you're
protecting your girlfriend; you're a great person for
doing so. Maybe that's what is attracting me? But
you have to understand that the relationship had
ended. And I was great to her. She just needs to
move on, and realize that I'm going to date other
women and since I like to hang out here too, I just
might bring them around. I'm not trying to hint her,
I'm just moving on with my life." (Then shake the
friend's hand, which isn't good enough. Give her a
hug if you can. After all, youll be dating the friend
soon enough). Remember that your reputation can
carry you a long ways, whether your rep is a good
man to be in a relationship with, or you're the bad
boy who's great I bed. Both work equally well. It
just depends on how many women you want to date.
And women (while professing their absolute disgust
in you), will line-up to date the bad boy.
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1. Women's Savior Complex. Top girls always
reach down and pull lower ranking girls up
who are willing to serve. It brings the top
girls credibility and validation that they
possess power over other females' lives. The
lesser ranking girl is saved from obscurity and
brought into a sort-of "social apprenticeship"
to be granted higher access on the pyramid.
This is why lesser ranking girls are always
nice to the top girls whom they might actually
hate. It's all about getting the best man.
Know that any girl willing to get in the
middle of your affairs to help is merely trying
to get close to you without appearing to do so.
While helping her "supposed" friend, she will
fell in love with you (which of course isn't her
feult, how could she have known she'd have
feelings for you?). Of course she knew, and
worked to do just that.
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Approach #5: Getting Involved. You must get
involved with the location that your Social Pyramid
exists. You could DJ, promote certain events, create
events yourself, be the photographer, build their
website, e t c . . You must set yourself apart from all
the other guys by being a part of what a top-ranking
girl has invested herself in and finds important.
Getting involved allows a top-ranking girl to continue
to rule over her Social Pyramid while you give her
higher authority in her chosen domain.
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SOCIAL P Y R A M I D THEORY
Summary Page
Social Pyramids are complex social structures ordered into a hierarchy that consists solely
of women. Some women sit at the top of a particular social setting, while others are
bottom-feeders. The nature of women is such that they are forced to compete for social
standing amongst every other woman present in order to obtain their choice of viable men.
This competition can result in a vicious cycle of rumors, talking behind other girl's backs,
and outright slander. Social Pyramids can be found at any place which has reoccurring
women that gather together, and usually (but not always) when involved in the competition
for men.
Enter The Pyramid: There are five very important rules to consider first and keep in mind
when sizing up a prospective Social Pyramid to navigate:
Rule #1: Women are Watching You! From the very first moment you enter a Social
Pyramid, you must be prepared with your best game.
Rule #2: Beware of False Signals. Understand that the more a woman is desired by men,
the more popular she will become among other women in her Social Pyramid.
Rule #3: Beware of Easy Girls. To pickup or date an easy, low-ranking girl in a Social
Pyramid can be disastrous for you and prevent you from navigating upward to the higher-
ranking girls later.
Rule #4: Traveling Pyramids. In every set (i.e. two or more girls), the prettiest girl is
always dominant or the higher-ranking girl. Whether it's only two women traveling, they
obey the rules of their Social Pyramid everywhere they go.
Rule #5: Never Look At Other Women. Be warned: other women are just seeking
validation. Other women send false signals and are socially competing with your girlfriend.
If you stare at other women (ignoring your girlfriend), then they've won. You have just
devalued your girlfriend, while the other woman walks away smugly with her value raised.
Approach #2: Bring an Outside Girlfriend. Bring a hot girlfriend (or pivot) to any social
pyramid and show her off. This will automatically qualify you.
Approach #3: Date Mid-Ranking Girls in the Hierarchy. When a mid-ranking girl is head-
over heels for you, speaks well of you by telling her friends, etc... this becomes a testimony
to your worth and relationship skills. Higher-ranking girls will take more interest in you.
• Women's Savior Complex. Top girls always reach down and pull lesser ranking
girls up who are willing to serve. It brings the top girls credibility and validation
that they possess power over other females' lives. This is why lesser ranking girls
are always nice to the top girls whom they might actually hate.
Approach #4: Closed Social Groups. Form a large social group which sticks closely
together and have lots of fun. If your group is perceived as socially strong, you will attract
the attention of higher-ranking girls.
Approach #5: Getting Involved. You could DJ, promote certain events, create events
yourself; be the photographer, build their website, etc.... You must set yourself apart from
all the other guys by being a part of what a top-ranking girl has invested herself in and finds
valuable.
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Style Goes Undercover
CHAPTER 12
ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY
arms over the doors of expensive cars and pounded the sides;
gaudy gold jewelry sparkled on their hairy necks and wrists
as they hooted shamelessly, calling out to every eye-catching
woman that passed by. Almost instantly. I felt like a cheap
extra in a scene from Miami Vice. Absurdly, South Beach
was exactly what I'd hoped for.
Jammed streets overflowed with the rich and greasy, full
of slick international men whose idea of " G a m e " was both
equal parts peacocking and unrelenting persistence. Each
was like a hungry wolf stalking its prey, pouncing on the
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first sign of weakness. For me, the whole exchange was
repulsive yet hilarious to watch. The women, however, to
my amazement savored the ludicrous advances of these
foreign men, strutting proudly across the hot concrete on
lone lees and high-heels. They feigned embarrassment, then
flashed smiles as they swished away with a sense of
entitlement.
Td been practically locked up. occupied 24/7 with the
minutia of becoming a military officer and the suffuse smell
of men; it would be nice to finally switch back into pickup
mode and till my eyes with stunning women instead. I was
looking to have some fun. and that fun was definitely going
to include doing the naked mambo with a few of these girls.
I was already evaluating mv surroundings, eyeing my
targets, imagining opening routines, and sizing up my
competition. It was lustful men like these on the streets of
South Beach that actually made my job as a pickup artist
harder. Women were constantly put on guard against these
types and stereotyped any man who had success with women
as sleazy and Cro-Magnon. Pickup artists loved the
subtleties and sophistication of women; these foreign men
ogled them like fresh meat. My pickup strategy for the
weekend was simple: I wouldn't display thick black tufts of
chest hair nor drag my knuckles on the ground like every
other man on the street. I would be the best of men, I'd be
alpha myself, something that I knew as a pickup artist
attracted women in hordes.
I traded out my bug splattered GTI for a printed parking
slip, leaving behind any traces of my real life. I slung my
bag over my shoulder, locked the doors, and left my worries
and concerns in that four story gray parking structure for the
rest of the weekend. Of course. I wasn't going to be the part
of myself that said "homy military officer on a weekend
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pass", even if true. It was an unbecoming truth that wasn't
going to make anyone else happy cither. This was Miami; I
could be anybody I wanted to be here. 1 could play the
college vacationer; or maybe even pass as a foreigner, if I
claimed to be from someplace im-sexy like Poland.
Germany, or maybe someplace as far-off as Iceland. I'd
probably be more authentic than most everyone else here,
and at least we'd all be having fun. Nevertheless, even if I
went non-descript, I was eager to enjoy my vacation, and
from this point on. it was only the blue Florida sky, half-
naked women oiled up and glistening on the hot white sand,
and emerald green waters.
To be fair, the El Presidcntc wasn't sexy or impressive,
but it was clean and serviceable. Next to the newer hotels, it
looked like something Ricky Ricardo might have stayed in
during the early 1950's. I couldn't complain, however;
Mvstery had arranged that 1 room with Stvle. and had
indicated that my stay would be absolutely free. Not onlv
was the price right, but after a few nights on the town sarging
with Mvstcrv and Stvle. I doubted anything in the room
would be clean anvmorc. including the ceiling.
Mystery and Style rode the elevator down to greet me in
the lobby when I arrived.
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weekend up and secured several rooms in anticipation that
Mystery and she would spend some time together over the
weekend. But there was a problem.
"So I sot mv eirltriend Patricia here, right," Mystery
added. Patricia was Mystery's long term relationship. "If
I'd known Tatiana would still be here, clearly 1 would have
made other arrangements. She was supposed to have been
checked-out a dav earlier. So now ... one of vou has to take
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care of her for me. 1*11 just avoid her until one of you can get
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the front desk, they told him that his girlfriend was already in
the hotel, while Patricia was patiently waiting out front in the
car. Tatiana had decided to surprise Mystery by staying over
instead of flying back to LA. She waited for him upstairs
naked in her room, leaving Mystery faced with a completely
flicked dilemma. To make things worse, by the time he and
Patricia had got into the elevator with their luggage, Tatiana
unexpectedly slipped in just before the doors closed. Both
Patricia and Tatiana pushed the same button heading for the
same floor. The ride was slow and grueling, the soothing
elevator music doing nothing to alleviate the tense
awkwardness. Patricia had intuitively sensed something
wrong. Earlier on the car ride over, Mystery and Patricia had
been fishtins about Mvstcrv still wanting other women.
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model who wanted to fuck his brains out for hours. In the
other, his angrv girlfriend whom he loved. He stood there
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my new students around town. You two can try to meet her
when we get back. We've got all weekend."
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i had just gone through three painful months without
getting laid (the longest stretch in my adult life), and I felt
like an adolescent during puberty. Testosterone was pulsing
through my veins. Meeting Tatiana in a hallway was going
to have to wait, but I was ready to start saraina now and act
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props he'd managed to keep hush-hush (even from me), and
pulled out something that looked like it belonged on the end
of a dirty mop. It was cither a cheap, black wig or something
small, furry, and dead that he'd found on the side of the road.
When he put it on, Style instantly went from looking like
Moby to Paul McCartney in a hurricane.
"Dude, you're not serious are you?" I hissed in
confidence, so the students couldn't overhear. Things had
certainly changed in mv absence. When we first met. Stvle
had compensated by wearing heeled boots (typically more
expensive than my entire outfit) and shamelessly fashionable
clothing, it was his trademark, and worked wonders on the
girls. The Stvle I remembered would have turned his nose
up at anything less than designer. The wig. however, was
definitely a far cry from Versace or Armani, or even I lanes.
Stvle looked at me sideways and boldlv instructed the
students. "Looks don't matter." he said, turning, "instead,
it's all about game." The unsightly black mop would
undoubtedly prove this, but just to drive the point home he
applied a fake lip piercing, fidgeting it carefully into place as
if he was an actor making last minute preparations before
going out on stage. I Ie made eve contact with both Outbreak
and The Matador in turn to confirm that botli realized how
ridiculous he looked, and then he confidently turned and
headed to the bar. I glanced uneasily at Mystciy, who just
smiled and encouraged me to watch.
I had to give props to Style for having the balls to wear
the horrendous wig, but was highly skeptical he could pull
anything off with what looked like a dead muskrat on top of
his head. I grimaced at what I assumed would be a colossal
crash and bum in front of students no less.
Style easily slid in next to an I IB 10 and a I IB 11. pawning
a transvestitc in a black tutu, as he positioned closer to the
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girls. After tossing a ncg or two. he had gotten their
attention, calling them " . . . strange little snowflakes." They
were immediately intrigued. Then, he turned to the 10. "I
have to ask you something," he opened. "Is your hair real?"
"Uh ... yes" sneered the 10, after hesitating to see if the
question was legitimate. She was shocked at Style's
rudeness, but regained her composure as his better. A
second later, Style was tugging on her platinum blonde hair,
testing it to make sure it was real. He pulled harder, and her
head tugged back. She fussed. But Style agreed it was real.
Then, he turned to the 11 and asked the same.
"Whaf?\" clamored the 11. her face reddened. The
situation went from very strange to suddenly explosive.
"That's really rude," she complained. "That could seriously
hurt someone's feelings. What if I'm bald underneath here?
It's totally disrespectful."
Pickup is about persuasion, and persuasion is about
controlling the conversation. The 10 had already accepted
Style's control, but the 11 's anger was a counterattack,
putting Style on the defensive. Taken back by her anger.
Style searched within himself for an elongated moment. I
had seen this before, knowing the feeling all to well. It was
only a few split-seconds of time that separated a novice from
an expert. Style teetered on the edge at present, about to lose
control of the set, where even the flutter of an eyelash would
push him off the cliff forever. He couldn't accept her anger,
and he couldn't respond with anger of his own. He
desperately needed to defuse her, or he'd go down in flames.
A micro-second later. Stvle gave a sly smile and leaned
into the 1 1. "Well."* he said. "I am wearing a wig right now.
and I am actually bald underneath here."
The girls stood dumbfounded as Stvle lifted the black wig
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off his head like a hat as proof. They laughed. They stopped
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and absorbed what had just happened. Then, they laughed
again and threw their arms around him. The battle was won.
Ten minutes later. Style had secluded the 10. Heather, and
was kissing her at a table for over a half hour where he
nearly swallowed the fake lip ring. In that one approach,
Style proved that he had graduated from AFC to PUA. I
would never doubt him again. Our students felt the
exhilaration of being on the winning team. Outbreak
suddenly stopped fidgeting about his fuzzy shirt and started
paying attention. It was going to be an amazing night.
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After Mystery, Style and I worked on our sunburns, food
was next on the agenda. I arrived at Mystery's hotel room on
time as planned, but Mystciy answered the door with a towel
wrapped around his waist. Patricia lay on the bed. naked
under a thin white sheet that was semi-transparent with
sweat, her sumptuous thigh exposed. The rest of the covers
were scattered on the floor. The room smelled of damp
towels and thick, funky sex lingered in the air.
Patricia stood up, grabbing hold of my arm as I crossed
past, her hand moist and hot. "Good, I'm starving." she said
with a large smile. The thin sheet was barely held up in front
of tier as she took her time strolling to the bathroom. The
white stained sheet dragged behind, leaving her perfectly
proportioned ass in plain sight of both of us.
Mystery smiled and dug through his bag, he was excited
about his upcoming plans and wanted to show me what he'd
worked out on paper. I Ie offered the bed where I sat down
to review his work. He said he had something revolutionary
to show me. I assumed it was a new illusion lie had clcverlv
devised, but what he revealed was revolutionary in a
completely unexpected way. Mystery was planning to move
to LA. He was looking for a house, and not just for himself;
he wanted a house where PUAs lived and sarged together.
He had already picked a name for it; "Project Hollywood.'"
The idea properly envisioned was revolutionary. Project
Hollywood would be a place of learning, collaboration, and
pickup support. It was the obvious next step in the
development of the community. It was so powerful but
simple that if it succeeded, it was inevitable that other
"Project X ' s " would pop up around the country almost
overnight. Once again. Mystciy would be the innovator,
changing the face of the PUA communitv and bathing in
their praise. The actual execution of Project Hollywood.
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however, would prove little more than a cross between an
artists' commune and a frat house.
"What's this," I asked, opening the black binder.
"Business plans, kind of he replied. "We'll use the
house as a base for training students, which will then pay for
the whole tiling. I'm trying to work the numbers out."
"What arc these?" I asked, leafing through a sheaf of
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lie looked at me, dead serious. "Dude, it's an experience
for good or bad. I'm not saying it's a fetish of mine. Wc
were curious, right? You should try them." he said, and
offering them for closer inspection.
"Uh," I struggled to come up with a quick excuse, " . . . I
don't want to start any unhealthy habits, you know. Kind of
a barrier I don't really want to cross. Plus dude, there used,
right?"
I tried to maneuver someplace safer on the bed as he
considered my point.
"You can wash them off. Besides, it's not like you're
putting them in your mouth, eh?" Mystery grinned. Then he
shrueccd and tossed them back on the mattress next to me.
Of course, Mystciy had no problem pleasing women in
bed. According to Patricia he was well endowed. It was one
thing that probably explained why Mystery viewed sexual
relationships in the way he did. In that regard, Mystciy had
an extra leg up when it came to keeping the continued
interest of women.
Mystciy got up and checked the shower. I felt like the
beads were staring back at me, so I took the advantage in his
absence to shift over to the chair instead.
Mystciy returned, seemingly not noticing that I'd moved.
Patricia was still in the shower. Mystery leaned in and spoke
very quietly.
"Listen." he said, very fatally. " . . . vou should have
Patricia. She really likes vou. We're not doing so Good,
right. We're probably going to break up. She just doesn't
want the life I want: I want to be a celebrity, I want to live in
Hollywood and have fun. I want to have two beautiful
girlfriends I can come home to and love equally and who
love each other. She doesn't want the same."
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"What?" I said, completely shocked. For Patricia.
Mvstcrv was a celebrity already. He was an alpha anions
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alone, but Mystery just wasn't the sort of guy meant for
traditional relationships. lie wanted two.
"So. I want vou to have her. You two would be sreat for
each other. You'd take care of her and keep her safe. I don't
want her to fucking so off with some stranger and set
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like our lives arc taking us different places.*
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Obviously, Mystciy had noticed how w cll Patricia and 1
had gotten along over the past couple days. Now, he'd
chosen me as his replacement with her. Patricia saw me as
an alpha male who'd make for a good relationship.
I stared at the bed and imagined Mystery cumming all
over her just moments ago. The image bothered me less than
my certainty that Mystery's need for Patricia went far deeper
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than he was willing to admit, especially to himself. I Ie acted
like love was on a binary scale of Is or Os which could be
turned on or off like a switch. But in truth, Mystciy had
grown up in the 80's watching a decade of romance movies
like Sixteen Candles, Some Kind of Wonderful, and Weird
Science. People only saw him as a PUA who slept with
numerous women. Even I liked to tease him relentlessly for
such. But Mystery truly cared about women. Like
everybody else, he searched for love too. It was just that
Mystciy and Patricia had explored every option, however
unsuccessful.
"What do I think?" I replied. "I think you guys need to
work it out. It's that simple. Patricia is a great girl, but there
is no way I can take her from you. You still have feelings
for her. She was a huge part of your life. She still is! She's
your foundation; vou stand tall because of her. If vou lose
her. voir 11 come tumbling down. Giving her to me won't
change that; it'll just make us both hate me for being happy
with your girl."
Mystery had figured that he could continue taking care of
Patricia by choosing one of his friends as his replacement.
But. the only time I ever shared a girl was with my former
pickup teacher, Lars. We were both sleeping with the same
petite redhead at the same time, but I knew nothing about
this. She apparently was still climbing into Lars' bed from
time to time; it was strictly a recreational thing. When he
told me, wc just laughed it off. Neither of us was in a
serious relationship with her. But then, when I thought about
it. it felt kind of disrespectful. I stopped sleeping with her
soon after, and no real damage was done, but I couldn't stop
thinking about all the ways it could have gone worse. What
if one of us had fallen hard for her? What if both of us had?
Cutting off sex is easy, but severing emotions was a whole
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different deal. With real feclinas on the line, it was an
unspoken code that good friends never do this.
The shower stopped and Patricia called out for a towel. At
the same moment, Style knocked on the door and came
inside. I'm sure there was a certain amount of strangeness
still lingering in the room, but 1 wasn't sure if he could tell.
Patricia greeted him half nude, while Mvstcrv grabbed his
plans for Project Hollywood excitedly. Me started to show
Stvle what he'd been workina on. but then eot distracted by
Patricia and stepped into the bathroom.
I watched in horror as Style immediately took a seat on
the bed.
"Dude. 1 wouldn't--"
The ass beads bounced up and dangerously rolled closer
to his leg. Style looked at me curiously.
"Huh?" he replied.
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sort of tired skin that a decade of late nights, tall drinks, and
hot sun produces.
The next night at dinner with the whole gang, she crashed
our table with a girlfriend of hers. How she found us I could
never discover. Then, as soon as her friend got distracted by
one of Mvstcrv's illusions, she isolated me and suggested
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She came at the same time I did, but moaned expectantly for
more.
Her dissatisfaction was my own fault; she was
challenging my great build up, reminding me of my tales of
sexual prowess the night before. I had talked about lasting
for hours. She'd come prepared to be exhausted. I just
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couldn't do it. I toyed with the notion of putting her on her
hands and knees so I could close my eyes and try to imagine
someone else. But instead 1 imagined her massive breasts
saggins aeainst the bed sheets like melted candle wax. I
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as she skipped away into the crowd, her and her friends
leaving to another club.
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Mvstcrv laushcd.
I remember sinking deep into my chair with my arms
crossed. I had wondered all night what happened to him. I'd
slept in the room alone until he returned sometime around 5
a.m. He had spent half the night with a gorgeous Playboy
model.
There definitely seemed to be a theme going on here; we
were both supposed to sleep with Mystery's girls, but neither
of us did. Style looked at me for support, and even though
he did what was right, I smiled thinly. Patricia was one
tiling, but Tatiana was fair game as far as I was concerned. I
would have easily pushed aside guilt and respected
Mystery's wishes. After all. what were friends for?
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Mind Over Musculature:
Kicking sand in theface of bullies everywhere
Miami Beach, Florida
Some women just want bloodl
Not So Sweet - Not So Innocent
CHAPTER 13
TANGLED WEB THEORY
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hero of the story (sound familiar). Then Charlotte dies, but
Wilber (the runt/beta pig) remains loyal and stays with
Charlotte's children until they hatch (even after her death),
raising them in safety until the new female spiders leave to
live their own separate lives. What a good male pig, huh?
Wilber is the epitome of what women want men to be, and if
I remember right, girls in grade school absolutely loved that
story. It's was like a secret code, teaching them tricks to use
against men later in life. Every woman will gladly tell you
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that she doesn t chase men, but she never actually tells you
that she traps men instead.
Just think about it. If women weren't "traps" there'd be no
need for IOIs or signals of interest to draw us forward (into
the web). While men arm themselves to the teeth with the
best pickup lines, routines, and theories for meeting women
in the battle of the sexes, in the end it's always the women
who decide. If she decides to keep you, then her trap has
been sprung! From dating, to an exclusive relationship, to
moving in, to engagement, to marriage, to children... to
forever! You are trapped in a web!
There are two types of traps that men must be prepared to
deal with when making an approach:
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time. Women will bait you with IOIs: proximity,
preening, stares, smiles, touches, laughing at your
lame jokes, or any other indicator of their interest
displayed for you, which is specifically designed to
do one thing, trap you! But men have one major
disadvantage here (from a woman's perspective): why
keep a weasel when you're trapping mink? So
women conduct difficult "screenings" of potential
male suitors while looking for a man who best meets
their particular qualifications and will provide a
perfect nest. It's the screening part that's most brutal
for men. To constantly be disqualified as a male
suitor can take its emotional toll. But women are
screening for the best possible mate, and your game
has to be flawless, because no ordinary guy will do!
Quit thinking of pickup as the hunt, and start to view
it more as an interview (trying to overcome the
'screening-out' process that women are so good at).
Perhaps you've heard single women in night clubs
say (while dressed in high heels and low cut tops),
that they're not looking for a boyfriend, or that her
and her girlfriends are just interested in dancing.
Then she goes out onto the dance floor, and grinds on
her girlfriend's thigh while acting bisexual, which
only draws all the available men to the edges of the
dance floor with their tongues hanging out of their
mouths. Oh, trust me, it's a trap! This should also
help you to put into perspective why women get so
vicious in competition against other women when
trapping men (see Social Pyramids). She's chasing
away her competitors from ruining her trap. There
are few viable men, possessing all the qualities that
women desire. Naturally, it follows that every
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woman will want the exact same guy, but only one
girl will get him. The others must be chased off if
die is going to trap him and fulfill her biological
needs.
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hating the man. Remember, attraction happens
instantly, not slowly over a long friendship. And
women don't like to lose.
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Have Undying Loyalty. She wants a private and
personal relationship with you that no one else is
privy too. Or, maybe she's the Public Representative
(PR) for your relationship. Either way, she socially
protects her image by cleverly ensuring your loyalty
(see Social Pyramids above).
DRAMATIC BREAKUPS
Breakups are a real bitch! But men, don't hate women for
making them so dramatic. Take a moment to understand
why breakups are a much more serious situation for women
than they are for men. Women have many things working
against them:
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before then, while biology is still on her side. When
a woman hits her "high-pressure zone" (somewhere
in her thirties), unless you're serious about having
kids, you may want to duck and run instead!
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Jeffries said: "Always leave a girl in a better place than when
you first met her." These are words to live by, because often
times a breakup doesn't mean that you quit caring about
someone that you have been with for a long time. Life is
changing and nothing is permanent. She may punch you for
saying such, but I have found the best breakups are direct
and fast. The amount of pain is much worse when it's
dragged out or done over a long period of time, such as in
distancing yourself. Think beautiful flashes of light, then
explosions and giant mushroom clouds! Now that's one hell
of a relationship!
For yourself, you must learn to enjoy both sides of the
relationship: the good, and the bad. It is only by exploring
the duality of your own emotions that you will find
enlightenment When you're on top of your game, every girl
will want to marry you. It's sad, but you must break hearts
until you positively know thatyow are choosing the right one.
If you choose poorly, then the intense drama display will
now be your life. So be vigilant!
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TANGLED WEB THEORY
Summary Page
Every woman will gladly tell you that she doesn't chase men, but she never actually tells
you mat she traps men instead. Men arm themselves to the teeth with the best pickup lines,
routines, and theories for meeting women in the battle of the sexes, in the end ifs always
the women who decide. If she decides to keep you, then her trap has been sprung! From
dating, to an exclusive relationship, to moving in, to engagement, to marriage, to children
... to forever! You are trapped in a web!
There are two types of traps that men must be prepared to deal with when making an
approach:
Open Traps: A woman who sets an Open Trap is openly obtainable for a man to meet her.
Women will bait you with IOIs: proximity, preening, stares, smiles, touches, laughing at
your lame jokes, or any other indicator of their interest displayed for you.
Closed Traps. Closed Traps are ones that demand higher investment If a woman has
invested time into a particular guy, waiting patiently while throwing IOIs his way, waiting,
and then throwing more IOIs, she may not be open to receive new suitors. How closed she
is, is always determined by how much investment she's put into a particular trap.
What Women Want: for women, trapping a man just isn't good enough, she needs to feel
that you want to be trapped (willingly). Men (all over the world) will be required to:
Dramatic Breakups: breakups are a much more serious situation for women than they are
for men. Women have many things working against them:
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Mystery had neglected practically everything else in his
quest for the opposite sex, pulling magic digits as if he hoped
to find a winning lottery ticket. Mystery had neglected his
body, he was thin, pasty and pale, he'd lacked direction in
his career, managing to scrape up enough cash at the end of
the month to for pay rent and dry cleaning, but he was a laser
when it came to IIBlO's or Li's throwing IOI's in his
direction. He was a perfect Pickup Artist. lie was on his
game. But Mystery wanted to be the torch, the beacon; he
wanted gorgeous women to approach him instead. Style had
to asree. He'd done much better at his career as a writer, but
had to admit lie was just as thin and pasty as well. So both
of them got memberships at the local gym. spray tanned, and
created Project Hollywood to tit their new lifestyles, a
mansion that could easily hold a few hundred people for
parties and seminars, a place where women could come and
play. Soon potential pickup artist roommates petitioned to
be part of their project house from nearly every part of the
world. The execution of Project Hollywood, however,
would unforeseeably break every rule in the house, the most
serious violation involving a girl named Katya, where she
purposefully slept with Herbal just to hurt Mystery while
they were still boyfriend and girlfriend. Project Hollywood
would crumble apart, leaving Mystery to stagger aimlessly
about, injured like the walking wounded.
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player lifestyle, and I was actually thinking of pulling the
trigger.
"Dude! It's fucking awesome that vou're here. So much
has happened. My writing has really been going great."
Style wore a pair of loose fitting brown corduroy pants with
frayed cuffs that draaaed on the floor, and a retro green T-
shirt. He was oily and seemed to radiate with an inner alow;
his eyes bright and otherworldly. I instantly recognized the
look as writer's glaze. Style had spent the last thirty-six
hours typing away on his new book The Game while locked
up in his head and shut off from any outside distractions.
After thirty-six hours, normal reality for Style seemed to be
surreal and movie-like, as if everything was happening on
the bia screen.
Style picked up a Rolling Stone magazine from the coffee
table and handed it to me. It had the picture of Tom Cruise
on the cover. Below the picture was a familiar name in large
print: Neil Strauss, it read.
"No way! You interviewed Tom Cruise?"
Stvle radiated with excitement.
"That's fucking incredible." I continued. "I so envy you.
man."
Style shrugged with humility. "Tom was really cool too.
He's a natural alpha male. He was incredible just to be
around."
"That's really great," I told him. "So how's Mvstcrv
doing? What has he been up to?"
Suddenly, Style was taken back. He hesitated to offer an
answer.
"I'll let you ask him for yourself," he said, reluctantly.
"It'd be better if you talked to him. He's missed you a lot."
"Is evervthina alriaht?" I asked, worried.
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Style was cautious about what to say next. "I'll show you
around the house first and then we can stop at Mystery's
room and vou can talk to him then. Okay?"
I knew something strange was going on but I was
uncertain as to what. From Style's odd reaction, it didn't
sound good.
Style hooked the arm of my fiancee and led us up the
stairs to show his room off first. He looked back and save
me a strong nod. indicating his approval for my woman.
Kailc was tall, slender, young, and possessed the natural
beauty of a Native American Indian with high check bones,
large brown eyes, a luscious grin, and long pale blonde hair
that fell down her back, touching her perfectly shaped ass.
She was also strikingly intelligent. He'd obviously noticed
this right after he'd observed her from behind. She was the
first "normal" girl I'd dated, even thoush I had met her at a
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hundred percent rocker and the first girl to keep Style's
interest. I nodded in agreement. I was very happy that Style
had met someone that he could share a deeper experience
with instead of just a few nights of frolic and fun. Style was
happily settled in a long-term relationship.
Style distractedly hovered over his computer and punched
out a few last sentences on his new book in a moment of
inspiration. I picked up an idle guitar and strummed it with
my fingers as Kailc examined his book collection on the far
wall shelf. He was feeling the pressures of a short deadline,
but read me a few of my lines from out of The Game.
"Dude, you're not worried about what the Seduction
Community may say or think?" I asked. It was a big risk for
him to write the book and potentially expose every pickup
artist from the past. Reactions to the pickup community
hadn't always worked out for the best.
"Sure, man. I'm fucking terrified. I even thought about
writing it under a pseudonym. But this whole community
and everything we've been through needs to be documented
and shared, so it can help others who were like me before.
It's time we stop hiding. The way wc do pickup is going to
have to chance, but I don't think that's a bad thins."
Style saw that my face was contorted. Up until now, I'd
been clever enough to stay out of photographs and seldom
spoke to anyone except in person.
"Trust me. man. You're not going to set dragged down
the street. It's time people learn that we're not the bad guys
everyone tries to make us out to be. I mean, all of us arc in
great relationships right now. A lot of good can come from
this. And guys who fear women can learn to understand and
appreciate them."
I wanted to trust Stvle. I knew I'd feel better after the
sinking feeling in my stomach went away too.
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A few minutes later, we were heading back down the
stairs when wc bumped into a nerdy guy dressed like a raver
coming up the other way. He had orange "in-your-face"
spiky hair, a bronze spray tan shine, red freckles, and a
serious chip on his shoulder. He immediately came off as
pushy and trapped us in the stairwell to prove it.
"You're Sin. right?" he asked. "So what's vour game?
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"Help? Help?" he hooted. "1 have my own routine that
works perfectly. I don't need help with anything."
"Uh ... okay, then." 1 quickly cut him out of the
conversation. "So, Style, you were--"
When we reached the bottom. Tyler abruptly excused
himself to go visit Herbal, who apparently another project
resident.
"Who was that guy?" I asked Stvle.
"Long story," he said. "A lot has happened since you've
been gone."
"Dude, is this the next generation of PUAs?"
Style just shook his head. Later. 1 would find out that
Tyler Durden was a skilled social deconstructionist and
behavioral micromanager. Tyler, along with Papa, had both
been Mystery's students once. Then, they had launched their
own London Workshop that included a rival website and
competing company, calling their in-field workshops RSD.
It was the exact same stuff that Mvstcry had tausht them
before. Tyler Durden and Papa had been teaching
workshops across Europe and had growing success. Mystery
had even let them stay at his house in Toronto while thev
competed for students and prestige. "Keep your friends
close, and your enemies closer," Mystery had told Style, but
it was a cliche that would cost him in the end. I wish 1
would have known. I could have countered his cliche with
the story of a scorpion asking to cross the river on a turtle's
back. After the turtle gave the scorpion a ride, the scorpion
stung the turtle. As the turtle lav dvins. it asked why? The
scorpion said because it was his nature. Mystery was
trusting, and he had never required any of his students to
sign non-disclosure statements to protect his intellectual
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property. It finally made sense to me now why Ross Jeffries
suffered from competitive paranoia.
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To the credit of Tyler and Papa, they did develop the
theory of AMOGing (Alpha Male Of the Group or out-Alpha
Male the Other Guy). Socially inadequate nerds turned
Pickup Artist needed some social technology to help when a
jock poked fun at them for wearing felt hats, feather boas,
and guy-liner while peacocking. Ironically, Papa was
actually Mystery's business partner. He was a go-getter and
a closer. He also had the power to recruit a dozen students
through his network of hustlers and forum boards from
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in all colors, trapped in the dirty fabric. The red sofas were
heavily worn and shoved at odd angles, which defied the
tranquility of Fung Shui and would have driven Confucius
absolutely mad. The floor was carpeted, probably white
once, but it had gone gray from constant traffic. The decor
was outdated and consisted of wood-inlay paneling and
exposed, dust-covered brick walls that were probably
fashionable in the early 70's. In the corner, there was even a
large vinyl bar, which was currently stocked with empty
bottles. Style rushed us through the kitchen; the long
countcrtop and sink an exhibit of dirty dishes and trash piled
in every corner or flat surface.
Next, he opened sliding glass doors covered in greasy
fingerprints, and we stepped outside to view a multitiered
backyard that looked somethine like a retro version of a Zen
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Boulevard.
A moment later, Style pushed against a dirty window to
the master bedroom that gave way and opened. The room
belonged to Papa, and it resembled a tower on the corner of a
castle with grimy picture windows, a large blackened
fireplace, a glass encased circular shower with lots of
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mildew, two walk-in closets where Tyler lived next to a pile
of dirty clothing, and a whirlpool bathtub built for three with
a crusty soap scum ring. We had stepped through the
window and entered Papa's bedroom illegally. Apparently.
Papa had placed a "no admittance" order to anyone not
associated with RSD. but Style risked it anyway, explaining
that he wasn't on the payroll of Papa or Mystery, so the spirit
of the rule didn't really apply to him.
After, we descended the back staircase and found
ourselves inside the living room again and standing in front
of Mystery's bedroom door.
Style knocked cautiously, as if he rapped the surface of an
uncxploded time bomb, and looked back to seemingly
reassure us. A second later, Mystery answered the door
dressed in a pair of grubby blue jeans while shirtless, with
his skinny white torso exposed. I lis feet were bare and his
long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail, hanging
lifelessly down his back. His eves were terribly red and
bloodshot and he had dark black circles under his eves.
"Hcv ... man!" said Mystery, stretching out his long thin
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Is everything, alright?"
"Yeah. You could tell, right? The fucking house. Come
in," he said, then he checked outside his bedroom door
before shutting it behind us.
Mystery's room was wide and spacious. Familiar music
played from a laptop sitting on the edge of his bed, but 1
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couldn't quite put my finger on what music artist it was.
There was a stylish glass desk and chair in the corner, two
night stands, a large empty space where a TV might have
gone, and a massive bed perfectly centered against the wall
as if it was the prize center piece on a dining room table.
The bed was large, billowy, white, fluffy, and inviting.
"Eh?" he jested, presenting the bed with a wave of his
arm. "What do you think?"
The California King-sized bed was impressive, but 1
couldn't help notice that there was a half naked girl lying on
it in a negligee, reading a book.
" W h a t the bed?" I asked.
"I bought it just a while ago. Feel how soft the bed is.
Go ahead, climb on top of it."
I pressed down on the corner with my hand. "Yeah, sure
it's soft," I said.
"Sure beats sleeping on your floor back in Koreatown.
This is bic-time. man. Thinss are really taking off. I'm
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doing seminars now. I can help more people this way, right?
I also got a call from VI I-1; they want to do a show about
me."
"Wow, man. That's awesome. Ilow'd you work that?" I
couldn't help but to feel a little uncomfortable about the
gratuity shot his girl was civins Kailc and me as she tried to
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Mystery. Ania finally got annoyed at all of the traffic in
front of the bed and walked past us in her negligee to the
bathroom where she closed the door. Mvstcry looked to sec
if I approved. I nodded that 1 did. But Mystciy was over-
compensating for something. He wanted me to be happy for
him instead of sad for what had been some on in the
mansion.
"My students can have it all," he continued. "1 can teach
them evervthina thev need to know. 1 can teach them how to
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But screw them. I'm planning out a sweet little pad in Las
Vegas soon. I can afford a really nice place all on my own
now."
Mvstcrv checked the bathroom and then motioned for us
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met at her strip club. She's pregnant with his baby after only
four months. She wants to keep the child, but she's not
going to marry him. How's that for Tucked U p ? ' "
"No way . . . " I really didn't know what to say next.
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little love for his father, lie struggled to forgive him for the
mental and emotional abuse he'd inflicted on Mvstcry when
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results had been false. She'd taken three ovulation tests bv
mistake, later realizing that a one dollar off coupon for
pregnancy tests on the box had made her grab the wrong
ones. But I had been willing to keep the baby. I still would,
right? Logically I know I'm being controlled by my
emotions, and I can't help it. I still love her. I still love
them all."
Apparently, Katya liked to drink, dance, have sex with
both men and women, and set high. But during a trip to Las
Vegas, Mystery had pushed for a threesome with a lively
Latina and Katya had accused him of just wanting to fuck
her. In a jealous rage, Katya completely withdrew from
Mystery. Mystery was still searching for his two loving
girlfriends that would be there equally for him, and love each
other. It was a great idea on paper, but he was chasing an
elusive white rabbit. This wasn't the first time he'd let that
rabbit hunt ruin a good relationship.
What happened next, nobody could have predicted.
Mystery had proposed marriage to Katya. They got married,
but soon after, he revealed to Stvle that the marriage was
fake. The whole thing had just been an April fool's prank.
They'd even purchased fake rings at the lobby gift shop
toscther to seal the deal. The whole thins was just a same to
them, but I knew that Mystery must have been searching for
something in his role-playing. After the game was up.
Mystciy still acted as if he was married. I Ie wanted the deep
satisfaction of being Katva's world, the satisfaction Patricia
had given him before. Patricia had been his foundation.
Katva save him no such satisfaction. Mvstcrv was like
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Darth Vader. people saw the hard exterior of his PUA image,
but he was actually vulnerable and deeply wounded by
honest mistakes on the inside.
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In his depression, Mystery stopped clubbing and seldom
left his room. Katya, being the party girl, had naturally
complained. They fought heatedly over how Mystciy had
changed, and then, being annoyed. Mystery had told her to
finally go out without him. For six days solid, Mystciy tried
to organize his thoughts as lie typed away on his book The
Venusian Arts, while Katva sought validation from other
men. Almost every night she'd come home sloppy drunk,
when one time instead of passing out and snoring on the bed
next to Mystery; she tried to have sex with him, for which he
wasn't in the mood. Katya completely flipped out and
staited to attack him. It wasn't long before the resentment
between the two started to build up after that. I Ier frustration
was driving Mystery crazy, and Katya was drifting further
away from him emotionally every day in his noticeable
absence. For Katva. Mvstcrv was no longer the man she had
met with social ambitions to match her own, or the superstar
who was the life of every party. Eventually, she'd even
threatened to sleep with someone else. But Mystery just
didn't think she'd do it.
"Now. Herbal is fucking her. It's mv fault, right? I told
him he could. I still feel anger over it though. I was
supposed to replicate with Katya. The whole pregnancy
scare affected me more than I thought. My DNA doesn't
care about circumstances." Mystciy shook his head and
pointed out Ilerbal's bedroom by the front door across the
living area. I'd noticed video game controllers, wires, cords,
and game DVD boxes cluttering his room when we'd passed
by earlier. Herbal had been the fourth roommate to move
into the house. He was pale, tall and known to be even-
tempered even though he was only twenty-two. His name
hinted at the source of his relaxed demeanor. Apparently.
Herbal had tried to hook up with another one of Mystery's
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X's. a girl named Sima, and a bad precedent had been set
from that point forth.
I felt horribly powerless to help Mystery as he laid there
in agony.
"Project Hollywood is a bust," Mystery declared. "They
voted me out. Doesn't matter ... it's intolerable to live here.
It's an invasive social environment. I'm moving in a
month."
Admittedlv. I was clad to hear that Mvstcrv was taking
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mood he'd brought with him as Ania clung quietly to his side
for support. She wore a white halter top that accentuated her
chest, a red plaid miniskirt, a naive smile, and black leather
boots. Style played host to us while Lisa bragged about his
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recent accomplishments and took the role of star celebrity in
our group, dressed in her leopard miniskirt and stiletto heels.
She complained about standing in line (with good reason),
but also felt that she deserved special consideration for who
she was. We got nothing but stiff lower backs and aching
feet despite her efforts. Like Style, my fiancee Kailc was a
big fan of sushi. When wc were finally seated at our table
around 10:30 p.m., she stared wide-eyed at the variety of
savorv morsels cominc her way. Bcins vegetarian, I tried to
order off the "non-existent" menu to set avocado rolls
instead, but it was made very clear by the server that I would
only eat what the Sushi Nazi said I was soins to eat. which
was nothing at all. Despite the growls from my stomach,
there would be no orders taken. And to top it off, I had
apparently insulted the Sushi Nazi himself for even
susscstins it. Screw him, I thousht. angrily. I sat starving
while I watched everybody else happily stuff raw fish into
their mouths.
Lisa openly concerned herself with Style, making sure he
had enoush to eat. and whatnot. The siens were written
plainly on the wall; she had found the man of her dreams.
Style had confessed to me later that she wanted him to move
out of the group mansion soon, and get his own place. Her
follow-up was that she would move in with him next.
Project Hollywood represented Style's former life, and that
stood in her way, presenting an obstacle in her quest for the
ring. Style just smiled and shared food with her off his plate.
Style was starting to feel the pressure to marry, but he
obviously had reservations about putting his pickup artist
days behind him. It was too late for me, but Style wasn't
going to go without kicking and screaming first.
Suddenly, the time felt right. Wc had waited for the
perfect moment to tell Style and Mystciy the news of my
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engagement, but that time seemed further off than a Japanese
Koi fish vaulting itself into the sacred mists and becoming a
water dragon. Actually. I was thoroughly amazed that thev
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hadn't noticed the size of the rock on Kaile's finger and *mm*
the same mistake he'd made with Patricia and now Katva.
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Obviously, both Style and I were happy for him. But who
wouldn't be worried about Mystciy, especially after
everything that had just happened.
I lifted my glass in a toast. ' T o us." I said. It was a very
weird and wonderful moment for Mystciy, Style, and me.
Lisa grabbed hold of Style's arm and snuggled closer.
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Group Therapy: Reach out and Touch the Master
Hookah Bliss, Project Hollywood
"Dude, where are all the chicks?*
Sword Fight at Project Hollywood
CHAPTER 15
DAY TWO GAME
You wake up, the booze has worn off, and you vaguely
remember standing out on a crowded smoking patio, where
you successfully number-closed the hottest girl in the club.
The musty smell of stale cigarette smoke still lingers on your
clothes (you apparently slept in them), telling the whole
story. You cup your hand and check for vomit. Merely a
spectacular funk; you feel lucky. You pull a crumpled piece
of paper out of your pocket with her number and blurred
name. This is the dream of every Pickup Artist. Success!
You reach for the phone, but suddenly your hand goes ...
wobbly. It's Day Two. Sure, you number-closed her,
perhaps you even kiss-closed her. But now, you'll have to
meet her - in broad daylight! You recall briefly speaking
with her over the loud music. Or, maybe it was you who did
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most of the talking? Suddenly, you can't remember what she
looks like. You have no trouble remembering the other fifty
or so guys that approached her as well. And now, you're
feeling a little nervous thinking about a first date.
Cleverly, you do what most guys do; you ask a female
friend for advice. This is your first mistake! You should
never let a woman tell you what women want or like,
because they essentially don't know. More to the point,
women give correct advice but not in the correct order. You
see, if asked, a woman will tell you that she wants a sensitive
man who can cry, or someone who'll listen to her problems,
care for her, etc., because this is what she is convinced she
wants, right now, in the relationship she's in. What a woman
doesn't tell you is that if you do this too soon, you don't stand
a chance in hell of getting your date into bed! That's because
women aren't attracted to men who display beta traits at first,
they're turned on by alpha traits instead. At least that's true
during the "pre-sex" phase. The "after sex" phase is a
completely different story. Complicated? Not really. There
are two phases to understand before you go on Day Two, and
each phase has its own particular requirements to be
successful. Let me show you what I mean in the below:
PHASE 1: PRE-SEX
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girl. Anything that you hear from a woman that contradicts
this is only an illusion, trap, or trick to throw you off your
game.
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she wants to see if you're fun, you get along, and
whether she wants to start investing emotionally
in you. Still think of Day Two as you would an
approach - you're being interviewed. Even if she
encourages you to reveal all, she is merely trying
to weed you out. A common mistake both
inexperienced and experienced men do is to tell
them everything they want to know, including
information about you and your X-relationships,
how you make a living, have you ever been
married before, do you have kids, etc.... They
solicit this information to eliminate you from
play. During your initial approach, you could
simply deflect these questions; of course, you
can't exactly avoid questions without drawing
suspicion, but you don't have to dribble on about
them either. Change the subject, "I don't want to
talk about my Xs now, I want to hear about you!"
Joke and play games, "My Xs, why have you
seen one? Am I being followed? Who are you
again, exactly, hmm? Ha! Ha! Oh no, I hope
you're not a stalker, are you? (Seem uncertain of
her). You've never done something like that,
have you?" Be honest, "What, on Day Two you
want to air my laundry? Oh no girl, you give me
your goods first, and then I might think about it.
Hmm? How about your Xs." Use advanced
body language and raise an eyebrow, then speak
cm a totally different topic next or throw a
compliment with a neg like, "You look cute when
digging for information, like my little sister. I
never told her anything, but she always had a way
of digging up my dirt. You two should meet."
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You must remember that girls are trying to screen
you out before sex! Make them get closer to you
first, then after sex, share your deepest thoughts.
Women select. Women choose. You need to
make sure they choose you first, before you
empty your baggage on her, or come out of the
closet wearing your favorite Star Trek outfit. If
you're not dark, tall, or handsome, at least be
mysterious.
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opposite; the nice guy is actually blowing his
game. Female perspective unconsciously
understands that "nice guys" can't satisfy women
in bed. This is what women think. It's not that
females want "bad boys" they instead want
"strong men" who'll throw them across the bed.
Nice guys don't send out this vibe with their
verbal or non-verbal communication. Unknown
to women, sex starved nice guys may actually be
hypersexual when it comes to finally doing the
deed, but the impression is that they would be
reserved and afraid of getting dirty in bed. Nice
guys jump to the defense and aid of any woman
who has been yelled at by her bad-boy boyfriend,
but what nice guys don't realize is that the woman
sometimes provokes it. Women crave emotional
stimulus and subconsciously create conflict to
receive it to reassure her self that her man
chooses her again (see Tangled Web Theory).
When the nice guy doesn't get the poorly abused
girl he tried to help (she instead goes back to her
bad-boy boyfriend), the nice guy can't understand
why. He assumes that all girls want someone bad
for them instead. However, maybe her alpha
boyfriend was teaching her that she can't be
selfish or treat him like dirt, while the nice guy
would sacrifice his self-respect just to be her
carpet. Women are not innocent. I'm not saying
alpha men are innocent either, but I am saying
that by fighting and arguing both parties are
learning to better themselves. This is spiritual.
Accepting bad behavior and not demanding
personal growth from your partner is the reverse
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of spiritual improvement. She goes back to the
alpha boyfriend because she knows instinctively
that he's better for her understanding of life than a
nice guy who plays the role of yes-man. Nice
guys reek of desperation, and that's not attractive.
Personal strength is much more attractive. Also,
be wary of a woman looking for a nice guy to
listen to all her complaints about her alpha
boyfriend. This is called "Emotional Cheating."
She gets the emotional support she wants from
the nice guy, and then gets laid by her bad-boy
boyfriend. She finally has the complete
relationship, but she doesn't have to feel guilty
because it's not like she's "really" cheating. Her
bad-boy boyfriend is grateful that he doesn't have
to listen to her complaints about their
relationship. Only the nice guy ends up with the
raw end of the deal. He listens to all her crap in
hopes of getting laid, but never gets anything
accept a sore ear.
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to your life and experiences with her. She offers
a uniquely different value to you that only she can
give. Know that it exists, ask questions trying to
find it, and you will be so into what she says, that
shell try to have sex with you! Remember, sex is
the natural result of good rapport. You don't have
to try for sex; you have to try to find what is
unique about her. Just trying to get at her
spiritual core will indirectly get you down her
pants. Never appear to be trying to have sex;
appear instead as if you're trying to resist it (see
The Pushover in the Attraction Tease).
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Remember, Day Two doesn't constitute a
relationship. You're still being screened for
possible elimination. Only after she's slept with
you can change up. On Day Two, you want to
heavily use the Attraction Tease to prevent
yourself from being put into the friend zone.
Don't be afraid to let her know that you're a
sexual male, and that your date implies a sexual
relationship, not a platonic friendship. If she
wants to be friends, tell her, "No thanks. My next
girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that." And end the
date. Don't train your mind badly by accepting
her offer of friendship (unless you don't want to
have sex with her). By making her friendship
acceptable, you learn the behaviors that triggered
this unconsciously, and you'll be put into the
friend zone again (see The Mirror Theory). By
using the Attraction Tease instead, you will be
able to communicate a sexual intent that is both
positive and non-needy. The Attraction Tease is
lots of fun too. Try teasing her into touching you
first by making rules that she can't touch you first.
She actually wasn't going to, but now, it's a game,
and you've implied that she wants to which now
makes it acceptable to do. You want to be strong,
but not forceful. Don't be a caveman - be the best
man. You must exceed all your competition
(other men) and you must show that your
competitors pale in comparison. You need to
take charge by showing good leadership qualities.
Pay for her, open doors for her, and be confident
enough to claim her, telling her that she is yours
(i.e. "You're so mine. What am I going to do
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with you? My mind is being so dirty right now.
You're in trouble now. Better run while you still
can. On second thought, come here." You must
provide for her safety. Work out, but speak on
the health aspect, not how good you look when
you flex in the mirror. Take martial arts, but
speak on the aspect of spiritual understanding, not
your capacity for violence. You must possess
confidence, authority, and self-assurance. You
must be sexual and comfortable talking about
every aspect of sex. You must be alpha!
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get horny for a guy who listens. So be about her,
and youll seem different. Ask her all about
herself, and she will feel as if she knows you (i.e.
instant rapport).
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living on your mother's couch or picking her up
on a scooter for your date. Just know that it isn't
about how rich you are, but more about how
motivated you are. You need to have a future
plan for yourself, one that suggests that you have
a chance to amount to something later in life.
Remember, a woman is looking down the road,
testing you to see if you match her future goals,
and if you'll fit into her lifestyle. You're just
thinking sex, a fun time, and living together in a
trailer and playing video games. This won't
inspire her, so you need to build a lifestyle for
yourself, which is the true effort of every alpha
male. This can be just as important as meeting
girls. Later, if asked about marriage, always say,
"With the right girl - of course." If asked about
kids, always say, "When I know I'm ready - why
not?" Attractive women can have almost any
man they want So naturally, they look for more
than just an ordinary man. It's not as evil as you
think. Men don't brag about picking up ordinary
girls either.
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• Don't be dishonest! There is no reason to lie. If
you understand that all things will eventually end
(including your relationship), and this is spiritual,
then why be pressured into lying to avoid
change? She's either going to stay or leave. If
you are living a healthy life and you blatantly tell
the truth without fearing loss, then she won't
leave you. It's only those men who lie to save
their relationships that end up losing them. Also,
never fear her consequences. As Ross Jeffries
said (which is very important to live by as alpha),
"Make no excuse for being a man." It is an
strong male they love and want, even when they
hate you for it. In the end, shell know
instinctively that she has the best man (a
trustworthy one), and that no other man can
compare to a man who stays true to himself.
Sure, it's counterintuitive, but trust me. Simply
enjoy playing the role of a man, and be yourself.
You will in turn remind her why she chose you
out of every other male suitor she screened.
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rapport: earn trust, provide comfort, and build
deeper emotional attraction. But you also need to
be able to stop her bad ("neurotic") patterns in
excess by cutting her off; shell thank you for this
later. The key is not to "beta-out," but not to be a
bully either. This is what women always try to
explain when asked" "What do women want in a
man?" Their answers belong in Phase 2 - After
Sex, not in Phase 1 - Pre-Sex. Without
recognizing the two distinct separate phases, a
woman's answer can cause a lot of confusion.
Keep in mind, however, if you beta-out, theyll
leave you for an alpha male. If you're too alpha,
they'll run to find someone who is more beta.
They need a balanced man in Phase 2, and you
need to be a balanced man for your own sake too;
balance is a key concept for someone who is
seeking spiritual growth. Men who attempt to
maintain a constant alpha status are usually
destroyed by it over time or highly neurotic
themselves.
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cheat on you. You must be eternally strong. But
you must also be fair-minded, open to her
requests, and giving when possible. However,
don't be afraid to put your foot down at times.
Shell respect you for it (even if you're wrong).
Women will always fuss, complain, or be
dissatisfied (even in a perfect relationship), and
she'll cause problems where there are none to
stimulate the emotion connection between you
and her. Do not listen to what she tells you.
Think back instead to when you picked her up,
and how you had to emotionally stimulate her to
keep her interest. Think back to when you gave
her the orgasm of her life, and how you had to
emotionally stimulate her, and how she held on
tight. So too in any relationship, you must fight
with her every so often to emotionally stimulate
her. She requires to be stimulated by you. This
makes her feel connected, bonded, and in love. A
bland, status-quo relationship without any
problems (a man's perfect dream) is bad for her.
She needs drama, she needs stimulation, and she
needs passion! So learn your Passion Game well
(see Passion Game below). You must also never
be afraid to show her the door, because only
desperate men make excuses for a woman's bad
behavior. But don't be surprised if she suddenly
wants to stay or have make-up sex.
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for the best interest of both of you and to a better
future.
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(spiritually approved). Pickup Artists may feel
that they're changing themselves just for the sake
of die game, but in truth, society has already
changed you from being a successful alpha male
through anchoring you to bad frames. You must
get your successful self back! It's 100% natural
to be an alpha male. Beta males are a
phenomenon of civilization. Tribal life meant
hunting and killing to keep your woman and
family alive. Civilization allows you to sponge
off your parents, make poor choices, and use porn
to supplement your sexual drive. However,
civilization has changed the rules. Now, it's more
important to be socially strong, versus physically
capable. This seems twice as hard, but
nevertheless, you must set aside what is holding
you back, and be the best version of who you can
be. You owe it to yourself. What's truly spiritual
may be completely different than what you're
thinking now. Spiritual is never comfortable.
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have found your way onto the path of
enlightenment.
PASSION GAME
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It's no wonder the number one question I hear is: "How to
continue to build powerful attraction on Day Two?" Easy, I
say. Passion Gomel The stuff of romance novels, epics, and
spiritual enlightenment.
For die ancient Greeks, when you died they asked one
question: "Did he have passion?" They didn't seem
concerned if he was he a "nice guy" or not In today's
civilized world, we "destroy all brutes (i.e. alphas)" and
resist men like the character Kurtz in Joseph Conrad's The
Heart of Darkness. But ask yourself, are you alive, or
sleeping? The only sensible life to live is one with passion!
What is passion? Passion is a powerful partiality,
enthusiasm, or desire for something. It's also a strong sexual
desire, but we'll evolve to this sexual definition later in this
chapter. For now, think enthusiasm or desire for anything
(which will lead us to sexual desire later).
Turn on a radio to any station, and listen. Every song you
hear comes from a place of passion. Some are sad
(passionate), angry (passionate), songs of love (passionate),
lost love (passionate), death (passionate) and happiness
(passionate). The point here is that passion should consume
you like music when you're sad, angry, happy, or in love! It
is what stories are built from, die passionate quest of the
hero, the experience of loss, failure and success, etc....
Think about it, if you had to write a book about yourself,
what highlights of passion would you talk about to catch a
readers attention? If you're sitting in a cubicle for twelve
hours a day staring at a monitor, then how do you make up
for it? Do you go grocery shopping on a Friday or Saturday
night? Or, do you live a lifestyle that is fun, free, and filled
with beautiful women, great accomplishments, and heartfelt
loss. This is passion. If you have nothing to talk about in
the story of your life, then you need to find your passions
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and show them forth. I'm not just talking about simple
hobbies either, like edging the lawn or hanging your tools
neatly in the garage. What I want to know is: Where is your
rage, your tears, your laughter, your life?
The secret truism is that women are terribly attracted to
passionate men. In fact, they thrive on it like a drug.
Everything else in life for women is lackluster. Imagine for
a moment that everything is going great in your relationship
with the perfect woman. Then, three months later, she
derails your relationship and start a big blowout fight over
trivial matters. Ever happen to you? If you look at all the
pickup artist material it will demonstrate one thing, that
women must to be emotionally stimulated. When they are
emotionally stimulated, they'll experience the feelings of
strong sexual attraction. Next time you hug a woman to say
hello, pick her up instead and swing her round. Her face will
be flushed, and she will have a wild look in her eye. Learn
from this. Be passionate in everything, then kiss
passionately, and have women bragging about you to their
friends, because tasteless food with out spice will always get
played with and tooled around by a fork (see Tangled Web
Theory).
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passionate sex. But when you speak passionately about
"anything" you show her that you are someone different,
someone alive, and someone who will give her the emotional
fulfillment she seeks.
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yourself, and thereby with her, you've done
something fundamentally at the core of all human
personality. She will respect your bravery for
admitting your passion, and she will be attracted to
how you carry on about it, and she will feel instant
rapport with you for allowing her into this private
place. The only rule is not to share a passion that
may contradict the other rules, such as hanging out at
the 7/11 and drinking beer with you unemployed
friends, or finding the perfect woman to make your
decisions for you. You can get away with starving
artist, writer, actor, or musician, but starving
corporate mail room clerk doesn't exactly do it.
Fetishes fall into die realm of passion too. If you
have a hand fetish - then marvel at her thin hands,
get excited about how her subtle wrist bone is such a
turn on, noting that most other women don't have
such perfect bone structure - then your fetish will
have the same passionate affect. You can even say,
"You probably think I'm weird, but wow, you wrist is
... Damn!" She'll immediately say you behavior is
perfectly normal as she glows from all your attention.
You could have a passion about worthless club
promo flyers handed out at the end of the night, and
how annoying is it when you find fifty flyers under
your windshield wiper when you return to your car at
2:00 am. Then, there are all types of flyers, there are
the desperate "dollar shots" to drum up people flyers,
die cheesy little roller skates on an 80's girl flyer,
when you thought roller-skating was more the 70's
instead, etc.... Or, it can be how you are fascinated
by meditation, or collect parking tickets, or see
humping pigeons on your apartment's skylight every
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sunset that are obviously competing with you, and
there's no way your going to let them win, e t c . . G e t
excited, be brave, share, and get her excited!
Always, if a woman has a certain passion, you must
embrace it with just as much excitement, but not
always at first, you can look at her as if she's weird,
and then be convinced. When you are finally
convinced, get excited and tell her how now when
you see it through her perspective, it's awesome, and
you can see why she loves it.
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really speaking and behaving over-the-top to get such
an affect? No, he pretty much acts normal, but he
speaks with passion (i.e. conviction). Find out how
he communicates this. All your speech should be the
same. Learn to put excitement into the way you
speak. (See example further below).
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can look at each other and say, "Yeah, I know.
Wow! Isn't this weird? And great?" You must be
more than ordinary. You're different; you're someone
who finds deeper meanings in trivial and important
things alike. And you seize life!
For example, YOU: "It's about this, and this, and THIS,
AND THIS! (Stop, catch breath). I don't know, what do
you think? Your opinion is important to me." If she has
trouble answering right away, or looks glassy eyed, then
you've stimulated her emotionally.
Even if she doesn't say much, you can say: "Oh my god,
you just made me think of something more!" (Remember
that someone listening to you allows you the room to talk
about your ideas, and sometimes just hearing yourself blab
cm makes you think of something else that's better). "This is
so great! (Explain). I would have never realized any of this
if you and I weren't here, now, together! (Look, smile,
admire her). You are exceptional!" (Watch for her to blush,
it's an emotional surge response, the first step to love and
sex).
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So what is the Pensive State? Anxiety + Sexual
Excitement, which will build such an incredibly powerful
sexual desire in a woman, that shell have the orgasm of her
existence! Her nerves will tense with anticipation, her
sexual thoughts of you will dominate her mind, shell
squeeze her thighs together while no one is looking at work,
and she'll masturbate in filthy bathrooms just because it's the
first time she can touch herself in private - all because shell
be in anticipation for the next time youll arrive and take her,
imagining you pushing her up against the wall while choking
her (sexually) from behind and thrusting yourself inside her
before you've opened her up, thereby causing her pain as if
she'd been taken against her will, or maybe she's anticipating
you pushing her over the couch arm and spanking her while
only teasing her with your cock, dabbing it around uselessly,
missing the right spots, and never actually thrusting it in to
satisfy her desperate want. Or, maybe instead, she hopes
you'll go caveman and grab her hair, dragging her to the
bedroom as soon as she unsuspectingly opens the door to
greet you, as you tell her she going to get the action of her
life, then you throw her on the bed, dominating her, go down
on her until she comes, then stand up, tenderly kiss her hand,
smile, and say that's it, leaving her lying alone on the bed
wanting to feel your hard cock inside her. Or, maybe you
make her cum during sex first, then stop before you cum,
telling her she has to beg and tease your dick in order for you
to cum all over her as you stand there (over her) with you
arms folded, and then, she watches as you finish yourself
with your hand in front of her. Or maybe, your cock has
been a disagreeable ego-maniac lately, and must be
worshipped before it will bestow its blessing on her, but then
amply rewards her for her sexual efforts. Then, you cum
inside her, or on her, which by now will be greeted as a
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celebration, her victorious ending after playing your dirty
Httle sex game that she fantasized about all day long (in a
Pensive State).
Remember, our normal brain activity is Beta Waves,
which means we're pretty much anxious all the time or
consumed by our own useless thoughts. By putting a girl
into a Pensive State, you focus her mind to combine anxiety
and nervous energy with obsessive sexual thoughts about
you. She is filled with a sense of dread and desire for what
you'll do to her next but she cannot predict your wildly
random actions from one moment to the next. Will you take
her powerfully, tease her with only the possibility, or make
tender love to her? She is in a sexual state of wonderment,
comparable to the forced sex of romance novels, but she
logically knows that she is in the safety of a loving
relationship. If she has to tell you to take her in this way, ask
you to shove her down and pin her arms, thrust yourself
inside her before she can take off her clothes, do it harder
(hard enough to bruise her kidneys) or softer (lingering near
or barely touching), then what's the point? You're not really
fascinating her anymore, because she had to ask and knows
what will happen next. It's what she doesn't know, but might
imagine, that powerfully turns her on and consumes her.
If you haven't made a woman faint from over stimulation,
or buckle at the knees and fall down, then you haven't
reached the sexual limits of her mind yet. To get there, you
must always keep her pensive, highly aroused, and guessing:
What are you going to do next? You must master your body
and be able to delay cumming, pleasing only her at times.
Trust me, playfully not allowing her to make you cum will
drive her buggy. She will be wild to have you inside her
now and will work to overpower your resistance and have
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you surrender to her sexual guile. She will grant you
whatever sexual fantasy you desire!
You must devour her! You must tease her! You must
grab, lift, and toss her. You must stick yourself inside her at
least twenty times a day, whether outside in public, in front
of her parent's front door just after ringing the bell, in
elevators, on the hood of a random car, while walking from
one room to another, or before she's had the chance to put
her clothes back on. This isn't actual sex twenty times a day,
it is the reminder, the hint, the start without the finish, and
the constant tease of sex. And, the more you tease her, the
more she wants!
Go down on her, play with her, stop her from touching
yourself, or maybe let her just say hello to it while she is
only allowed to give it a small kiss, then you put it away, and
she must wait until later. Maybe you stick it in, but use
shallow unfulfilling strokes only, until she begs for more
length, but you only give her one deep thrust and then pull
out, telling her that she has to wait or beg for more. Hard,
fast, slow, barely touching, caressing, spanking, she cums,
you don't, her mind is blown, and you finally explode during
the great finale!
Remember, it's up to you to unlock a women's sexual
appetite. When you do, you'll learn that they have a much
more voracious appetite for sex than men. Trust me! The
Kinsey Institute at Indiana University has proven that feeling
anxiety before sexual stimuli creates a higher degree of
sexual arousal in both men and women. Other types of
emotions were tested, but anxiety works best before sex.
This research was published in 2007. I developed the
Pensive State in 1998. I admit that I was less clinical in my
research, but I got to have lots of sex while discovering it.
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DATING TIPS
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can help you, giving her value. By involving her you
are making her invest into you, and there is the
possibility she may have fun with you, and if so, then
she becomes attracted. It's better to use something
that you discussed when you first met her, for
example: if it was horses, then you need her to help
you pick up a Hallmark card with a horse on it that
your spoiled little niece, who you love dearly, will
like. You want to talk to her in person while
searching for a card so you don't mess it up. Or,
maybe she had a great sense of fashion, and you need
her to help you pick out drapes. Yes, drapes. Take a
date to IKEA and as you look at the drapes and
curtain selection, try to guess what types of
drapes/curtains go with certain stereotypes of
individuals. Leopard print drapes might be found in
Bret Michaels' pad, e t c . . Do impressions, have fun.
Or, you need to take pictures of the city and you don't
want to look like a pathetic tourist, etc.... Hanging
out doesn't include movies and dinner. Mystery used
to invite girls to help him do dirty laundry, and it
worked! (Note: You can use my Pocket Routine to
make approaches using the same technique outlined
above. Keep folded up pages of magazine pictures,
artwork, or printouts from online to be pulled out
instantly to give you an "in-your-pocket" opener on
women you approach. Show pictures of different
types of drapes for her opinion and comparison,
pictures of different guitars, vacation locations, tattoo
art, etc.... Almost anything will work! The Pocket
Routine is great on the spot when you can't think of
anything to say. Just reach in you back pocket and
you're opening great).
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Tip #3: Be your passion! Do something that you
bve and are passionate about, or you can "all of the
sudden" be passionate about. If you play the guitar,
take her to a guitar shop and guess what type of
person goes with each guitar. After all, guitars have
personalities too. Then see which one looks good on
you, see which one looks good on her. Plug her in
and let her play music (or noise). Laugh. Joke.
Tease. Then, say youll have to decide and come
back later before you buy it. Gee, what do you know,
I'm really hungry right now.
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what it is, then get into it passionately from her point
of view or your own. Solicit her opinions from what
you share. Her opinion is important to you! Find out
the reason she is special to you. Most of all, you
must listen! Suddenly, you may find her attracted to
you, just from listening and gaining rapport. You
always want to find out what you both have in
common, search through your social and emotional
intelligence to find something you can share together
and build stronger rapport. Then you're sure to have
sex!
Tip #7: Don't let your nerves get the best of you!
Remember, she can sense you emotions with her
Empathy Mirror, picking up on your bad nerves. So,
if you're starting to blow it, go to the bathroom and
use the Alpha Waves Routine to regain focus. Then
when you return sit done fast and say, you know, I
was just thinking, (something poignant to what you
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were just talking about), and start fresh from the
alpha wave perspective.
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D A Y TWO GAME
Summary Page
Phase 1 - Pre-Sex: until you have had sex with a woman, you must still use all the rules
that made her attracted to you in the first place (i.e. when you number-closed her). Just
because you are on a first date (Day Two), it doesn't mean you should go immediately into
relationship mode. It doesn't. Trust me! Stick to building more attraction through rapport
and sexually teasing her, while being careful to avoid obvious pitfalls.
Things to AVOID on Day Two: Things to DO on Day Two:
Don't play therapist! Be alpha!
Don't have diarrhea of the mouth! Share positive things!
Don't play caretaker. Be interested in her!
Stop thinking about sex! Be FUN, FUN, FUN!
Don't show her off yet. Reframe bad into good.
Have a 5 year plan!
Phase 2 - After Sex: YouVe scored! Bravo! Now, youVe completed Phase 1, and you're
ready to graduate to Phase 2 with a big smile on your face. Congratulations.
Things to AVOID on Day Two: Things to DO on Day Two:
Don't be dishonest! Find similar goals!
Don't be too alpha! Share her interests!
Dontbetoobeta! Be a balanced person.
Enjoy her company!
Be open about yourself.
Be passionate about everything.
Passion Game is learning how to use a powerful partiality, enthusiasm, or desire of yours
to create attraction in the opposite sex. Think enthusiasm or desire for anything or
everything. Women are terribly attracted to passionate men. In fact, they thrive on it like a
drug.
Passion Speech is an extremely powerful communication technique to portray the intensity
of your best inner-self. This self can be transmitted to her simply by using speech and
behavioral patterns.
• Key #1: Shared Passion. It is highly important that you are able to
communicate your passion to her, and mat she get the chance to share with
you.
• Key #2: Soliciting Opinions. When you feel really passionate about
something, it's the greatest compliment to turn to her and sincerely ask for her
opinion on what you love.
• Key #3: Modulate. You're voice should go up and down, fast and slow,
verbally push her and pull her.
• Key #4: Anchoring. Talk with your arms and hands. Slam a fist into your
hand to drive your point home, or to punctuate your words with enthusiasm.
• Key#5: Excitement. You must convey excitement in trivial and important
tongs alike.
The Pensive State is Anxiety + Sexual Excitement, which will build an incredibly
powerful sexual desire in any woman. Normal brain activity utilizes Beta Waves, which
means we're pretty much anxious all the time or consumed by our own useless thoughts.
By putting a girl into a Pensive State, you focus her mind to combine her natural anxiety
and nervous energy with obsessive sexual thoughts about you. She is filled with a sense of
dread and desire for what youll do to her next, unable to predict your wildly random
actions from one moment to the next (but able to fantasize on every possibility she can
Dating Tips: here are a few dating tips I picked up along the way.
• Tip #1: Create the perfect start!
• Tip #2: Never use the word "Date!"
• Tip #3: Be your passion!
• Tip #4: Use the Attraction Tease!
• Tip #5: Listen to her!
• Tip #6: Be passionate!
• Tip #7: Don't let your nerves get the best of you.
• Tip #8: Delay Sexual Gratification. Don't be afraid to tell her to wait, or slow
down, because it will have the opposite affect and can make for a fun game of
teasing.
Mystery: "Yeah, I've got yourflowers. Right here.
The Stairway to Heaven
CHAPTER 16
CHESHIRE BRIDGE
only sex club down the street. It was the sort of thing that
seemed to happen seldom, but as a PUA. I never let an
opportunity slip through my fingers.
It was Labor Day weekend, and just after Hurricane
Katrina. My buddy Hash, my wife Kailc (who was fourteen
years younger), and I decided to hit The Chamber, a gothic
fetish club set in a hidden warehouse across from a briahtlv
lit strip joint that displayed a Iluey helicopter and
camouflage netting in the parkins lot. Needless to say,
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another Ions weekend spent in Montgomery was a less than
viable option. Atlanta was well worth the drive: the women,
the vibe, and the freedom of not knowing everyone you
passed on the street; it was an oasis of civilization in the
South East.
Hash had recently gone through a horrible divorce, where
his wife had run off with his best friend (who just happened
to be a professed Satanist). His wife didn't file for divorce
until she had literally drained the last dollar of his half
million dollar bank account in onlv three vcars of marriage,
and then maxed out his credit cards for good measure. It was
a deplorable situation with a silver lining; Hash's money had
actually done him more harm than Good, since nobody was
especially quick to point out his glaring social flaws. Hash
was poor now. but cutting his financial life to the bone had
let him realize who his true friends were, and had given him
a new lease on life. Hash joined the Blue Mason Lodge of
Montsomcrv as a legacy in his deceased father's name,
started to rebuild his resume, and opened his life up to
change.
Hash was larsc. covered in tattoos, and had a shaved
head. He peacocked by wearing a top hat he decorated with
hand-worked braids tied around it. hanging off in a tail from
the back. Understandably. I [ash's biggest problem was
comfort building. Frankly, he looked menacing. He found
that his type of girl was that odd kind who liked large scary
men, usually covered in tattoos as well, usually with a
childhood that involved some combination of illcsal
amphetamines, delinquency, and abuse. Surprisingly, there
seemed to be more than enough of those girls to so around.
But once I'd taught him to flip certain attraction switches,
anything was possible. Call backs after Day Two, however,
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proved a little more difficult. The only women that seemed
to call back were the ones he was trying to get away from.
"Women in Alabama suck!** Hash brooded. He was
frustrated at what seemed like every girl flaking out or
simply fading him (lack of follow up or losing contact on
purpose). Hash jested with my wife. She had a razor-sharp
wit and was absolutely stunning. But Hash was remiss to
point out that she was also fourteen years younger than me.
I'd actually met her when she was eighteen. But the age
difference was unseen by me. I loved her. Best of all, she
absolutely worshipped me. a quality I consistently found
hiahlv attractive in women.
"Dude, you landed the only good one in the entire state,**
he dolefully admitted. Hash often reminisced about Orlando
and how easy it had been to meet girls out there, but during
most of that time he'd been married. Ironically, Kaile and I
divorced after three years of marriage just as he did, but for
completely different reasons than Hash. I didn't want kids,
the white picket fence, or the life of a country gentleman in
the South, and couldn't wait to get back to Southern
California and what I thouaht of as "real civilization"*. Kaile
didn't want to be away from her family and friends in the
South, or live in the urban jungle of Los Angeles. She
thought it was a great place to visit, but not the sort of place
real people lived or raised a family. Marriage was supposed
to be about compromise, but somewhere within the marriage,
the rules had changed. You can't compromise on a coin
toss; it's cither heads or tails. Both of us would have held
the other back from true happiness, and we had loved each
other too much to sec the other suffer.
I had to laugh, ' i t was no coincidence,** I told him. "If
you want a good woman, you have to adapt. The survival of
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the human species relied on the ability of humans to do just
that."
Hash spoke the truth. Normally, women were the same
everywhere, but the girls in 'Bama were completely different
from the rest of the country. Pickup didn't work on them.
Seemingly, life didn't work on them either! Even I had had a
dry spell for the first few months after I arrived, until finally
I got tired of it and fled to Atlanta. In my first night in the
bis citv I kissed closed three gorgeous women - Southern,
sweet, talkative - the best of them having been the friendlv
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But despite lonely aggressive grandma's and girls from
work, Alabama was a dead zone. It was all about travel and
sleep-overs at Atlanta for nearly a year.
If vou had same in Alabama, sirls could detect it in an
instant. Their mothers taught them never to trust a smooth-
talkins man. and the South was a matriarchy. What shocked
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adultery was rampant, but they didn't trust me since I came
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weekend before, hooks pieced through their backs, their skin
stretched to max and barely supporting their weight as they
swung over our heads like barbed devils who smiled and
waved to he crowd below. The Chamber was big into
spectacles; I, however, just wanted a clean place to dance.
My ten dollar entrance fee apparently doubled as patronage
for the grotesque arts, so I had no one to blame but myself.
Even Stvle met me at The Chamber once. He had
traveled to Atlanta on a business trip and brought a cute little
girl with him who happened to be a starving musician that
hoped to one day make it big. Style was always leery of
girls in the music industry, his reputation as The New York
Times music critic obviously made their motives perpetually
suspect. Stvle worried that the airl he'd brouaht with him
miaht be maneuverina to further her career, but had fcelinas
for her just the same. Either way, the relationship didn't last
for more than another week when thev aot back to LA. On
that night, Style, his girl, and 1 sat on the end of the runway,
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She was tall. thin, attractive, and had straight black hair
with short cut bangs like Betty Page - and she happened to
be standing next to us as a femme type of guy was removing
his shirt for her in front of us. Then, we watched in disgust
as she clawed his bare back with her sharp finger nails until
it drew blood. The auv writhed in ecstasy like a blccdina
idiot, and was left a gory mess of scratch marks and redness.
The dancer had noticed me watching her and looked into my
eyes. Part of being a regular at these types of clubs allowed
me to show little to no sign of mv revulsion at her messy
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placed her hand into mine. Clearly, she wanted me. She
looked deep into my eyes, her hands trembling as if I held
some incredible power over her. I was extremely attracted
too - but then. 1 looked at her DNA soaked hands with skin
cells and blood crammed underneath her fingernails and
froze. Suddenly, all of my thoughts were overturned at once,
like cockroaches dying on their backs. She was my
succubus, and right then. I was struck by one final certainty;
I was done with these types of girls. 1 argued with myself
back and forth, but it was a foregone conclusion.
Style watched intently to sec how I'd pick her up. Up
until now I was doing stellar. The dancer submissively
waited for me to speak to her; she turned to her friends,
convenientlv talking to them with her hand left in mine to
give me time. But as her hand lingered, mv mind faltered.
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how Mystery's career was booming. He'd told me all about
his upcoming VH-1 slot - The Pickup Artist - a TV reality
show that would take eight lovable losers and make them
socially compete to determine who would be the next Master
Pickup Artist, winning a check for fifty thousand dollars
from Mystery, and a chance to travel around the world with
him while teaching pickup to others. I had slipped into a
comfortable, everyday life, but Mvstcrv had been very busv.
Mystery answered with loud music in the background.
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was the plan I told him. however delayed that plan had
actually become.
'Things are going great here." he said. "You should
come work with me. I got a house in Las Vegas for my
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Seeing my own results, my eyes were unexpectedly
opened to many things I wouldn't have perceived before.
Everything I had learned about the opposite sex had
suddenly come together. My mind had been overpowered by
the chaotic pursuit of women; the absence of the chase had
set me free to sec what was truly going on from a detached
perspective.
"Dude, you have to read The Prince by Machiavclli," I
said. Women waged a subtle war. and both Hash and I knew
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first hand that like any kind of politics, relationships with the
opposite sex could be merciless and deadly.
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Sweats worn under PVCpants, $14.95.
Genuine Canadian polyester knit cap, $5.95.
Rubbing his nipples with his fingertip, priceless.
CHAPTER 17
PUA LIFESTYLE
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how women had seemingly been at the root of the whole
thing.
But now. I was back. My strange and wondrous journey
had come full circle. I walked once more among the crowds
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the perfume they sprayed onto it. Blue hair, red hair, black
hair, even hair wet from sex. For me, it was a quality that
made women majestic, almost otherworldly. I developed my
routine because it just seemed to work. Now there was a
small army of aspiring PUAs replicating my fetish, and
thinking thev were being terribly clever for it.
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illustrations, and many, more, including Style's gorgeous
Pilipino girlfriend and stunning sister, all part of the who's
who that sat at our table. We laughed, snapped pictures;
Style aptly dressed in his Dr. Evil outfit, a single breasted
overcoat with a Chinese monk's collar and sold chains
stretched across his lower torso.
After dinner we were escorted through the back of the
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than half the store was filled by admiring fans. Style proudly
introduced me as Sin. someone who had been very special
and influential in his life. 1 was immediately barraged by a
swarm of fans wanting autographs signed and pictures taken.
1 met cool cats like Jeeks. Dan, and Gavricl, an Executive
Host for Blush Boutique Nightclub. I was even filmed for a
documentary on the Seduction Community by a producer
who was not only talented, but swank and sexy too. I proved
my credentials by number closing her, promising to meet up
with her next time she was in LA. Style's same had
exploded, his life had exploded, and the Seduction
Community had exploded along with him. His fans loved
him. and he wanted nothing more than to make sure that
even- one of them found love and had successful
relationships, having committed his time to writing several
books on the topic. I had become a PUA to pursue my
personal growth, but now I was proud and a little speechless
to be a part of something that was brinsinc personal growth
to so many people.
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And now. Mvstcrv was leaving to a secret location for the
non-stop taping of the second season of VII-Ts The Pickup
Artist. Mystery, Matador, and Tara (a vnngwoman) would
train nine new "loveable lonelies" in the Venusian Arts and
completely transform their lives in six weeks. We celebrated
his triumphant departure at Reveal, a VIP members-only
club night in West Hollywood hosted by Mystery. The place
was packed; Mystery was pulled in every direction as fans
gave their congratulations and the hottest women there
kissed and pawed him. making their dates take pictures of
their adoration. Mystery was dressed in a cheetah-skin
smoking jacket with a black fuzzy lapel and matching black
fuzzy top hat. Around his neck swung his garish red Master
Pickup Artist amulet.
Virtually as impressive as Mystery was Matador. He
oozed charisma, showing off his newly earned muscles by
wearing an open fur-covered leather vest that exposed his
massive bare arms. He was lifting girls off their feet,
swinging them around and then sending them back into the
crowd with an appreciative pat. Some people just have it;
Matador had so much of it that lie was giving it away to
strangers. He was a master of his realm and a kindred
warrior spirit with whom I had a common traumatic past.
I also met a slew of new artists who welcomed me back
into the scene: Kosmo. a cool breeze who glowed with life
(and winner of the first season of VI I-l's The Pickup Artist),
CristiaN, an in-your-face particr with dreadlocks, and Alfie.
a crazy and fun tour guide from Catalina Island. It was a
swarm of PUA talent and the women absolutely loved us.
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me of Daryl Hannah as Pris from Bladerwmer. But hotter.
My girl, a goth IIB9, was a pale Russian-Armenian mix and
bondage model with long, jet black hair, a one-inch spike
lip-stud piercing, and a voracious sexual appetite. She was
the type of girl 1 used to relish loving, and like Eve, she
tempted me again as the original Sin to taste the forbidden
apple.
I was overcome with nostalgia. I felt fortunate to have
been in the right place at the right time to have met Mystery
so lone a20. Mv blowout enlightenment had thrust me into a
shadowy unfamiliar place, and through its obscurity, piercing
light radiated brightly to guide me forward. I'd spent my
whole life searching beyond boundaries, listening to the
subconscious echoes of religion. Zen, astral projection,
hypnotism, illusions, human nature, truth, and women. My
mind was my only trap; I knew that I had been programmed
to shy away from feeling good about mv spiritual self and
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I had realized that the only limitations in front of me were
the obstacles I had placed there myself, and that my place in
the universe was not so far away from home. 1 had been
calibrating a life of personal experiences - but I never would
have believed that my spiritual and sexual selves were the
same. They are. God. love, reproduction - all are part of our
biology, our existence. Onlv bv exploring them can wc
achieve true enlightenment, or the telephone digits of a
stunning woman. My mind is in the now; mv life
surrendered to fast moving currents.
I am Sin.
I love women.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Six years too late, but finally finished - Instant Sexual
Attraction - was written while looking over my shoulder,
wary of an unpleasant mob of women carrying torches and
pitchforks - knowingly, a bit anxious for what I have
revealed. What did I reveal? Only my true self. What could
be seen as deliberate tactics and strategies (which I have
made known) are actually my real perceptions and
adjustments from immeasurable social interactions. The self
that is me now is the result of all of these experiences. What
I have put into words for others to read is what I already do
naturally. My techniques are in truth my own personal
growth and I currently share them to help us better
understand, strengthen, and bring clarity to our own social
interactions. So that's it. Now you've met the original Sin.
My story has been told....
Thanks to Style for his great friendship, inspiration, and
finally getting me to sit down and write this book. Despite
deadline pressures of his own, Style took the time to offer his
astute guidance and sought-after direction. He even relented
to photos of himself in my book ... something until now he
has never done before. To learn more about Style, visit:
www.stylelifeacademy.com, or check out: 1) The Game:
Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists, and 2)
ifULES OF THE GAME - The Stylelife Challenge: Master
the Game in 30 Days.
Thanks to Mystery who literally changed my life. No
illusion about it, Mystery has always been there for me and
has been a true friend. I owe the big guy, what can I say. To
learn more about Mystery and explore humanity, visit:
www.venusianarts.com, and check out: 1) VH-l's hit reality
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TV series The Pickup Artist, as well as 2) his new eBook
Revelations, available now on his website.
Thanks to Don Diego Garcia for his constant reality
checks and masterful editing on all of my most insensitive
material. "Iam now the butterknifel"
Thanks to Enki for bailing me out of a sinking ship with
his adept editing and uncanny rewrites.
Thanks to Ross Jeffries who gave me the red pill instead
of the blue one. Ross is bending minds again with his new
inner game material and dating his hot new 19 year old
Swedish girlfriend who innately can hold her own against
Ross. To learn more about Ross Jeffries, visit:
http://speedseduction.biz.
Finally, thanks to everyone who gave me support in my
effort to come out of the closet and expose my bare PUA-
self. I proudly stand naked before you and salute!
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THE END
SIN was the coach of Neil Strauss (a.k.a.
Style, who has been voted #1 Pickup Artist
several years in a row) during Mystery's first
historic workshop at the Hollywood
Roosevelt Hotel... as well as wingman to
Mystery (from VH-1 's hit reality TV series
'The Pickup Artist") during the creation of
"The Mystery Method". SIN is a Master
Pickup Artist who appears in The New York
Times Bestselling book, "THE GAME:
Penetrating The Secret Society Of Pickup
Artists". Also a writer, SIN lives in Los
Angeles.
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An imprint of BlackBook
More Acknowledgements and Special Thanks To:
D o n Diego Garcia