The Game

beyond her social programming, where her fantasies and daydreams lie. But I couldn’t do it on my own. Talking to guys online was not going to be enough to change a lifetime of failure. I had to meet the faces behind the screen names, watch them in the field, find out who they were and what made them tick. I made it my mission—my full-time job and o

I walked my date back to her house after coffee. Her parents weren’t even home. All I had to say was, “Can I use the bathroom?,” and I could have been upstairs. But my mouth wouldn’t speak the words. Countless successful approaches had helped reduce my fear of social rejection and made me seem like a promising pickup artist to others, but inside I

removed my necklace and very slowly put it around her neck. “This is still mine,” I whispered, kissing her lightly. “It’s something to remember tonight by. But I want it back next time I see you. It’s very special to me.” As I walked away, I knew I’d just made her night. It didn’t even matter whether I got laid or not, because this was the game art

pulled in front of a small building, and we walked inside to find an elderly Serbian man presiding over an empty shop. Mystery sat me in a chair, told Marko to instruct the barber to remove my tumbleweeds, and then supervised the procedure to make sure the barber shaved down to the skull.

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

first real IOIs and learned that the 10 was Rebekah and the 11 was Heather. Now it was time to separate the two of them and see if I could get enough IOIs to kiss-close Heather. A guy they knew suddenly showed up and bought three shots—for Heather, Rebekah, and himself. I held out my empty hand and looked around, pretending to be hurt. Heather, who

Each workshop generated more online reviews praising my newly acquired game. Each field report I posted triggered a flood of e-mails from students wanting to be my wing. The list of sargers in my phone book was actually starting to surpass the number of girls I’d met. Most of the time when my phone rang, it was a guy asking for Style. And, dispensi

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

making dinner somewhat uncomfortable. If Mystery’s plan worked, it would be worth it; if not, then he was just an asshole. Afterward, Mystery said decisively, “We’re heading back to my place, and I’m going to show you the video I made of last night.” Victory belongs to the person with the strongest reality and the most decisive actions. As we watch