The Game

MEN WEREN’T REALLY THE ENEMY— THEY WERE FELLOW VICTIMS SUFFERING FROM AN OUTMODED MASCULINE MYSTIQUE THAT MADE THEM FEEL UNNECESSARILY INADEQUATE WHEN THERE WERE

and delivering the best-friends test like they were Spanish flys. In every club, I saw their shaven heads, their diabolical goatees, their shoes that looked like the pair I’d bought in the

workshops. They may never be normal again. After a great twenty-minute set with many of these social robots, a woman begins to realize that they don’t have anything more going for them. And then they post online complaining that women are flakes. The Internet newsgroups and the pickup lifestyle can give you so much—I know it’s given me so much—but

between her harsh accent and her spongy lips. Maybe she was talking about anal beads. Good for her. I stopped and leaned against the wall of the corridor we were walking through. “How good of a kisser are you, on a scale of one to ten?” “I’m a ten,” she said. “I like soft, slow, teasing kisses. I hate it when someone rams their tongue down my throa

in Courtney’s life, the one that seemed to consume her most was romantic. The video director wasn’t returning her calls. It was a problem common to all women, no matter what they looked like or how famous they were.

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.

re-emerged in knee-high black leather boots, lay down on the bed, and took another Dustbuster snort from a burgundy vial of coke. Then she lifted the vial over her chest and tapped a small pile of powder onto the crest of her left breast. I’m not a fan of drugs. Part of being a PUA is learning to control your own state, so you don’t need alcohol or

Do you call women in your life who you are not sleeping with “pivots” instead of friends? If you are around a woman in a non-social setting, such as a business meeting or a nursing home, do you get a strange shot of adrenaline and

Suddenly, Papa, Tyler Durden, and the students laughed. “That’s one of the things you do,” Papa said. “Tyler’s writing about that.” “What? I just said ‘awesome.’ That’s because I think it’s hilarious. Seriously, I can’t wait to read it.” They all laughed again. Evidently I was Stylemogging them. “See,” Tyler Durden said. “You’ll use curiosity as a