The Game

mentally, in any social situation without seeming to exert any effort. And he was the living embodiment of all six of Mystery’s five characteristics of an alpha male. Nearly everyone in the community had studied his films to learn body language and regularly used terminology from Top Gun in the field. There was so much I wanted to ask him. But firs

communicate with energy. All those years of insecurity and social ostracism had chased his spirit and joy of life deep within his body. Whenever he opened his mouth, there was no need for anyone to strain to make out his faint mumblings. The message was clear: “I was built to be ignored.” “Go in,” Mystery said to me as he watched Sasha flounder wit

Rosetta Stone of pickup. Once the dual-induction massage routine was developed and shared, PUAs all over the world started having threesomes. It was like breaking the three-minute

completely. Fuck! Lesson learned. Afterward, I went to the Standard, and there were already two workshops there. Practically every set there had been approached already with the “who lies more” opener, so I started opening people in the street outside. I would recommend that anyone starting out

He was supposed to be the best, a master PUA who specialized in bisexual women. His garish style of dress, like that of a Vegas lounge lizard, was one of the inspirations for Mystery’s peacock theory. Rick H. was short, slightly stocky, and dressed in a large-collared shirt and a red blazer. Trailing behind him were six attraction adepts eager to s

He snapped, freeing her from her trance. “Or did it take time?” “Well, we broke up,” she said. “But it took a while. We were friends first.” “Isn’t it so much better, though, when you just feel that sense of attraction”—he moved his hand up like an elevator and her eyes began to glaze again—“right away for someone.” He pointed to himself, which I a

password to Mystery’s Lounge. He had tasted the forbidden fruit and wanted more. But I never let him in. At the time, I thought it was because I wanted to keep my new identity separate from my past. But the truth was that, despite all my rationalizations, I still felt embarrassed

slaves. You seem like you may care about women: You don’t just want to stuff your meat bat in some hole. You’re willing to explore shit.” Suddenly, we heard a commotion behind us. Two sisters and their mother had made the mistake of walking down a hotel hallway full of pickup artists, and the vultures were descending on the carrion. Orion the uber-

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