The Game

have something. Katya, a petite Russian blonde with a Smurfette voice and the energy of a Pomeranian puppy, was at the front door in ten minutes with a Xanax and a worried look on her face. “Do not come in,” I warned her. “He’ll probably kill you.” Not that she didn’t entirely deserve it, of course. Or so I thought at the time. I gave Mystery the p

2. Recite a memorized opener, if not two or three in a row.

neighbor just bought two dogs, and she wants to name them after an eighties or nineties pop duo. Do you have any ideas?” When you start talking to a group of people, their first concern is, “Are we going to be stuck with this guy all night? How do we get rid of him?” So you give yourself a false time constraint. “I can only stay for a minute,” you

The secret to meeting women, I realized, is simply knowing what to say, and when and how to say it.

wandered away and struck up a conversation with a cherubic little punk named Sandy. Ten minutes later, the twins approached. “We have something to teach you,” they said proudly. I actually hadn’t planned on speaking to them again. I didn’t think they’d come up with anything. But they stood there and taught me sign language for five minutes. IOI. We

attractive but hard, like only women who’ve had to fend for themselves in Los Angeles can be. I wondered if he was trying to set me up with her. She seemed like an odd choice. I try to avoid women who’ve served time. She reached out and shook my hand firmly. “So,” she said. “Show me your stuff.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Grimble here

minutes. I have been Stylemogging too, which was hard at first. But now I’m finding it easier to control a set, despite my size (I’m 5'4"). I am even isolating and doing the cube sometimes, and getting the odd phone number. I feel like I’ve become a new, more confident person, with no social fears. Before, I was so insecure and self-conscious

began pulling the needles out of my body. Relief. “You have to get one in your head. It’s the best feeling.” Fumbling around the floor, Courtney grabbed a dirty needle. She aimed it just above my eye.

I’d written about them—they actually agreed. I was still in charge. Even more surprising, I didn’t want to leave the subculture. I was a mentor now to these kids, and I had a role to fill. I had friendships to maintain. Though I’d more than attained my goal as a pickup artist, along the way I had accidentally found the sense of camaraderie and belo

13. Kiss close. Say, out of the blue, “Would you like to kiss me?” If the setting or circumstances aren’t conducive to physical intimacy, then give yourself a time constraint by saying, “I have to go, but we should continue this.” Then get her number and leave.