Let me splain somethin atchall right quick. And I'll start at the beginning.
WHY I GOT INTO PICKUP
To find a list of IOIs. It was more or less a given to me that some girls found me attractive; I just wanted to know when it was happening so that I could capitalize on it and avoid rejection.
Well, I found that. It's actually really easy to spot, once you know what to look for and you see it a few times. And I'm speaking in sight terms here because that's how the girl is thinking when this goes down. She's encouraging you to look at her. Eye contact, smile, leg flash, hair toss... depends on what kind of position she's in. Maybe she throws something at you. Maybe she reaches over to your desk and steals your pen. Maybe she stuffs it down her shirt afterwards.
The point is, she's trying to get you to look at her. That's how them hoes do, they go all scandalous like. Game ain't change.
Whatever is going on, you've already gotten her attention just by being awesome (you WERE being awesome, weren't you?), and all that's left is to flirt with her for a little while. A little round of validation ping-pong before it's time to go play Mario Kart 64.
BITCHES LOVE MARIO KART 64. BUY FOUR CONTROLLERS.
If you accept the fact that it actually is that simple, then it actually is that simple.
BUT THEN THERE WAS SOME ATTRACTION PHASE BULLSHIT.
I never had any idea how huge an inherent advantage it was that I took for granted that there would always be girls who were attracted to me. That simple little belief - which I was able to accept because I presented it to myself as a statistical fact - was behind every advance I ever made. Success or not, every time I went out to play, it was there. And I did the best when I believed in it the hardest... which was often while I was drunk, but whatever. It's all about the vibe, y'all already know that.
And as a reasonably successful pickup artist who long ago realized that sex isn't really that fun unless it's backed by something more than the drive to prove to yourself that you can get laid, and who started this thread in an effort to share his knowledge and experience with his fellow dudes, here is Stormy Method.
It's my end-all, be-all definitive guide on how to have so much cheap, easy sex that you'll get tired of it and maybe join a religion if you seriously lose perspective.
For now. I could be wrong. If you don't recognize where you're going wrong, you won't get anywhere.
STEP 1: BE WRONG.
"Say girl, you wanna do something you shouldn't?"
The words aren't important. The delivery is. You've got to be serious about it.
FAIL-SAFE: And you've got to be ready to back off.
"My bad. You feelin' thirsty, come holler at me."
Yes, drink buying. You're acknowledging that all her triflin'-ass friends gonna talk shit about her going home with a player, and you KNOW she's gonna make fun of you so she doesn't look like a slut, but you don't care because you know how them girls do.
And she'll know where you are when she's ready to misbehave, because you'll be having more fun than anyone else. And she can tell her friends that she's just cashing the drink in, "but then we started talking..."
BEST-CASE SCENARIO: "What did you have in mind that I shouldn't do?"
Let's go play Mario Kart 64.
STEP 2: GET OLDER.
This is a very easy step. You're doing it right now.
You may have read something about superior, dominant genes, and girls' attraction to them, and SNAAAAAAAKE but that's beside the point. Or rather, it IS the point, but in so pedestrian a way as to be walking past it.
The older you are, the older you're able to live.
You've got as much control over this one as you exert. Good news is that as long as you're treating it right, it ALWAYS gets better with time.
Not so lady-fetching at 22? You'll be hotter when you're 28. Take it from a guy who's 29. It's fucking math.
And that's the most useful piece of evolutionary psychology you'll ever learn.
STEP 3: IMPROVE
This is where it gets hard. If you fuck this one up, you have to go back to step one. But that's okay, because you're still doing step 2, and girls like guys that are older than them.
Also, you're still getting laid. That happens as often as you let it.
At this stage, you might have girls "of a caliber" that you aren't used to having flirt with you flirting with you. If that happens, you need to tell her that she can't play Mario Kart 64 with you because you don't trust yourself to behave yourself around her. Then she'll let you know whether or not you're HER caliber.
That's the congruent thing to do.
You can complicate it if you want to, but that's how I managed to have so much sex that I realized I actually didn't like sex for sex's sake all that much.
Then you just compartmentalize it into the rest of your life and do it whenever you feel like it, which probably isn't as often as some sales copies have led you to believe it might be.
See a girl you'd like to get with? Make eye contact and tip your head in a "'sup?" kind of way. Maybe put some smile on it, maybe a little nonverbal "damn" in your eyes when they move down. This shit goes both ways. You've got to give action to get action.
Maybe you call her again, maybe it's just a one-time thing. But the word "slut" is not in your vocabluary, and no matter how often you indulge, it's only "once in a while."
STEP 4: BE AWESOME.
if you catch yourself doing this, that means you need to go back to step 1 and get laid some more. Or just keep being awesome, if you've got something more important to do.
But by this time, you've probably figured out that this "game" IS, IN FACT, a GAME. And like any other game that you play when you're not busy being awesome, the surest way to win is to have fun. That means play safe, play sportsmanlike, and don't brag about your victories because it makes you look like a douche.
But seriously, when you're done being awesome, you need to go back to being wrong again so that you can improve again. Yeah, I know, everyone else is all "IMPROVE IMPROVE IMPROVE," but there's more to it than that, as you can see by the numbered steps.
Once you're okay with being awesome and getting laid at the same time, you're done. Until you're wrong again, that is.