The Game

name!” “You like it hard?” Keep in mind, I was bored out of my mind during this whole experience. I was pretty disappointed. LOL. After thirty minutes: WIDEFACE: Change your condom. EXTRAMASK: (Thinking: I guess this is something you do after a half hour of sex. But overall I was

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

constantly encouraged me to dress as outlandishly as he did. Though I buckled one afternoon and bought a purple fur vest in a Montreal lingerie shop, I didn’t get off on the constant gawking and attention. Besides, I was doing well enough without it. My reputation stemmed largely from the Miami workshop, where in a period of thirty minutes I put my

It was never my intention to change my personality or walk through the world under an assumed identity. In fact, I was happy with myself and my life. That is, until an innocent phone call (it always starts with an innocent phone call) led me on a journey into one of the oddest and most exciting underground communities that, in more than a dozen yea

teaching lovable losers how to meet the women of their dreams. But as soon as I hung up, I realized something: First, Style needed to teach

As we ambled back to the mansion arm-in-arm, she talked about her older brothers and their difficulty learning the game. “They’re real protective and get mad when I go on dates,” she said. “But I think they’re jealous because they’re not going on dates themselves.” When we returned to Project Hollywood, I brought her to the Jacuzzi. “My last boyfri

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

But good to see you, I guess.” I brought her into Herbal’s room and introduced everyone. Isabel sat on the floor next to Hea. Her intuition tingled. She looked Hea up and down, then asked, “So how do you know Style?” I had a feeling this wasn’t a casual visit but a sneak attack. So I left them alone in the room and went to find Mystery. I was too t

prop bag I wore to the Belgrade workshop was black, Armani, and the size of a hardcover novel, with a single shoulder strap so that it could be slung artfully across my torso. With so many magic tricks, gimmicks, and other tools of the trade necessary to use in the field,