Starting off Rantly
I'm starting to feel like an old man. Half the time I show up to this place, I get this feeling of "Back in my day, everything was better than this." I get all nostalgic for the days when there were only a few sources, only a few methods, when people were arguing the various merits of Juggler's freeform stuff over Mystery's more concrete routines. Before the self-help bullshit started. Before the pick-up arts were taken over by the same assholes we whose girlfriends we were stealing.
Every time I come in here, someone is pissing me off with some half-cooked bullshit they wrote on the back of a napkin, never bothered testing, and then spouted off like it's spittle from the mouth of Pick-up Jesus himself. Every time I'm here, I see another guy saying "Oh, you want to pick up girls, hit the gym. Gym, tan and laundry, hur hur." I had a guy tell me today that the pick-up techniques I learned five years ago, the stuff that has gotten me laid countless times and has been responsible for me starting and maintaining multiple long-term relationships for _years_ was just marketing. That I need to look good if I want to be successful in this art.
Something has gone very, very wrong, here. Somewhere along this path, we done fucked up. There are people telling other people nonsense, and it's getting listened to. There are people telling other people that this art that was created to get fat, ugly people laid only works if you're fit and good looking. Man, FUCK you! That is bullshit and you fucking know it. Ugly people get laid all the time. Fat people get laid all the time. And fat, ugly pick-up artists get laid more than most.
More Constructive Stuff
I'm this guy:
You will note that I am not particularly good looking. In this photo, I'm not even well groomed. This is not some doctored up, posing piece of shit photo of some dude showing off his peacocking gear, this is just what I look like when I'm at a nerd convention, writing something down on (I believe) a place mat. I'm at a fucking Steak n' Shake. You will also notice that I'm fat and I have no fashion sense at all.
So why am I subjecting you to this horrible piece of shit photo? Because I went to that nerd convention with two long-term girlfriends, one of whom took this photo. I used game to pick them both up. I had a third but had to break up with her due mostly to time constraints. Having more than two girlfriends is a hell of a time sink, and I'm a really busy dude. So how did I do it? How did that fat piece of slobby bullshit manage to get two hot girls (far younger and prettier than I; ask around, Hobbit knows) to come with him to a convention that celebrates Dungeons & Dragons? Moreover, how have I convinced so many pretty young ladies that having my penis in them isn't a bad idea?
I used pick-up. Not this watered-down bullshit pick-up people are spewing out these days, but a purer, well-tested, well-designed pick-up from eons past. Find, Meet, Attract, Close. Well, more detailed than that, but about as close to it as you can get.
See, when I was studying pick-up, it was before the days when everybody had an e-book. It was before anyone who had ever come up with an original value demonstration had piled it into a 60-page pdf and sold it for $30 on the intertubes. The sources we had for good information were pretty slim. We had Mystery's "Mystery Method," Juggler's "Conversational Jujitsu," Style's Annihilation Method (which was really just some new stuff for Mystery's method), the ASF kids, and each other. So it is probably unsurprising that the method I use is a mixture of Mystery's M3 model and Juggler's more open-ended freestyles.
There were others, don't get me wrong. Gunwitch, David DeAngelo, David Shade, we had some choice. But the choices tended to go in the same direction every time: Mystery vs. Juggler.
Now, I'm not lamenting that these were our only resources. I'm really happy I got into pick-up when I did, because shortly afterwards, we became inundated with new material, and so little of it was field-tested that it barely mattered what people were writing. You had to field-test every idea for yourself (which isn't a bad idea anyway, but it's annoying when you go out into the field with a cool new technique or routine only to find that it's utter crap). I suffered through a lot of really poor ideas on pick-up and attraction, and a huge pile of what people are coming up with now (or mindlessly repeating) is utter garbage.
It's no wonder people think you need to be good looking for this shit to work. In its current incarnation, it _doesn't_ and that seems like it would be a problem worth fixing.
So What Do We Do?
There's only one way to solve this problem, guys. I hate to tell you, but it will take hard work. To help illustrate the process here, a quote from The Game:
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He took a half hour bus ride into Toronto every day, going to bars, clothing stores, restaurants, and coffee shops. He wasn’t aware of the online community or any other pickup artists, so he was forced to work alene, relying on the one skill he did know: magic. It took him dozens of trips to the city before he even worked up the guts to talk to a stranger. From there, he tolerated failure, rejection, and embarrassment day and night until, piece by piece, he put together the puzzle that is social dynamics and discovered what he believed to be the patterns underlying all male-female relationships.
“It took me ten years to discover this,” he said.
Now, I've done this. I had the benefit of an education before doing it, but I've actually gone through the effort of trying to do everything wrong, make every mistake in the book by itself and in an infinite number of combinations. And I'm pretty sure I've figured out what I can get "wrong" and still end up fucking a girl. And I'm not sharing. You have to figure it out for yourself.
You want to be good at this? Don't worry about the fucking gym. Don't worry about the fucking tanning beds. Don't make this about the peripheral shit. You don't have time for that. You have shit to do. Take a shower, put on some clean clothes, go somewhere public and
talk to strangers. Do it a lot. Do it as often as you can get away with. And learn. Learn from the interactions that don't go right. Learn from the interactions that go swimmingly but she never answers your calls. Learn from the interactions that go sideways in weird ways. Learn. Constantly.
Read old pick-up manuals. For real, no one is doing this shit anymore. I found a collection of old-ass routines that I save for myself because all of that shit's been field tested to hell and back, and it's fucking golden, and it hasn't been used in five years. That's precious. Read the source material. Read Mystery. Read Juggler. Read DeAngelo and Shade and Strauss. Don't read the new shit. That's just here to distract you, that's just the marketing machine realizing "Oh, shit, we're out of stuff that works, let's print this shit that's a little murkier, they'll never know the fucking difference." Don't poison your mind with shit that hasn't been tested, and test everything you ever plan to use anyway. Most importantly: learn to leave them better than you found them.
And that's it. That's the whole fucking secret. I hope you take it to heart.
Happy hunting,
-Kris