The Game

time. Lo and behold, it worked, as it has ever since. Problem solved.
    Here’s what I did—the evolution phase-shift routine:

    1. I leaned in and told her she smelled good. I asked her what perfume she was wearing, and then discussed how animals always sniff each other before they mate and how we’re evolutionarily wired to feel aroused when someone smells us.

    2. Then I discussed how lions bite each other’s mane during sex, and how pulling the back of the hair is another evolutionary trigger. As I spoke, I ran my hand up the back of her neck, grabbed a fistful of hair at the roots, and pulled it firmly downward.

    3. She didn’t seem upset, so I pushed further. I told her how the most sensitive parts of the body are usually hidden from contact with the air—for example, where the arm bends on the other side of the elbow. Then I took her arm, bentit a little, and erotically bit the crease on the opposite side of the elbow. She said it gave her the chills.

    4. Afterward, I said, “But do you know what the best thing in the world is? A bite…right…here.” I pointed to the side of my neck. Then I said, “Bite my neck,” as if I expected her to do it. She refused to at first, so I turned away calmly to punish her. I waited a few seconds, then turned back and repeated, “Bite me right here.” This time, she did. It was cat-string theory in action.

    5. However, her bite was lame. So I told her, “That’s not how you bite. Come here.” Then I swept her hair aside, gave her a good bite on the neck, and instructed her to try again. This time, she did a great job.

    6. I smiled approvingly and said, very slowly, “Not bad.” Then we finally kissed.

    We had a few more drinks, then I took her to my place. After a brief tour, I did a Maddash move and had her sit on my lap while showing her a video on the computer. I massaged and kissed the back of her neck until she turned around and started making out with me. Then she asked if she could lie on the floor for a second. I laid down next to her and—guess what happened—she passed out. Cold!
    I took off her shoes, threw a blanket over her, put a pillow under her head, and climbed into my own warm bed.
    So the joke was on me, but at least I get it now. All it took was one night, really, to get to the other side of this.
    I am ready, finally, for the next step.

    —Style

A MAN HAS ONLY ONE ESCAPE FROM
HIS OLD SELF: TO SEE A DIFFERENT
SELF IN THE MIRROR OF SOME
WOMAN’S EYES.

    —C LARE B OOTHE L UCE
The Women

Choose a dojo.
    There’s Ross Jeffries and the school of Speed Seduction, where subliminal language patterns are used to get a girl aroused.
    Or Mystery and the Mystery Method, in which social dynamics are manipulated to snag the most desirable woman in a club.
    Or David DeAngelo and Double Your Dating, in which he advocates keeping the upper hand over a woman through a combination of humor and arrogance that he calls cocky funny.
    Or Gunwitch and Gunwitch Method, in which the only thing students have to do is project animalistic sexuality and escalate physical contact until the woman stops them. His crude motto: “Make the ho say no.”
    Or there’s David X, David Shade, Rick H., Major Mark, and Juggler—the newest guru on the scene, who appeared online one day claiming he could pick up women better and faster than any other PUA simply by reading his grocery list. Then there are the inner-circle teachers, like Steve P. and Rasputin, who reveal their techniques only to those they deem worthy.
    Yes, there are plenty of mentors to choose from, each with his own methods and disciples, each operating under the belief that his way is the way. And the giants do battle constantly—threatening, name-calling, debunking, competing.
    My goal was to feed from all of them. I’ve never been a true believer in anything. I’ve preferred to combine teaching and wisdom from various sources, find what applies to me, and discard what doesn’t. The problem is that when you drink from the source of knowledge, there is a price. And that price is faith. Every single teacher wanted to know that he was the best, that his students were the most loyal, that the competition wasn’t getting laid. Yet every single student wanted to absorb as much information from as many different experts as possible. It is a crisis that’s specific not to the community but to humanity: Power is retained by attracting loyalty, and subjugation is guaranteed by giving it.
    Though I