The Game

of a woman, it was easy to meet and have sex with her. In the past, I was too obsessed with trying to get some to actually take a step back, assess the situation, and act appropriately. Now, after a year of accumulating knowledge and experience, I had finally gotten out of my own head. I understood the process of attraction and the signals women gave. I saw the big picture.
    When talking to a woman, I could recognize the specific point when she became attracted to me, even if she was acting distant or felt uncomfortable. I knew when to talk and when to shut up; when to push and when to pull; when to tease and when to be sincere; when to kiss and when to say we were moving too fast.
    Whatever test, challenge, or objection a woman threw my way, I knew how to respond. When Maya the belly dancer wrote and said, “Thanks for the multiple orgasms. Call and we can discuss when you’ll be taking me out for dinner. You owe me for the cab ride, and I feel like being taken out on a real date,” I didn’t assume she was a bitch or pushy at all. She just trying to get validation for having put out so quickly and testing to see how much she could control me. I didn’t even need to think about the response.
    “I’ll tell you what,” I wrote. “I’ll pay you back for the cab, like I promised, and then you can take me out to dinner in exchange for all those orgasms.” She took me out to dinner.
    I saw the matrix.
    I was Mystery.

WHO IS THE BEST PUA?
BY THUNDERCAT FROM THUNDERCAT’S SEDUCTION LAIR
    Okay, so the debate has been raging for a while now over who is the best pickup artist out there.
    Obviously, a lot of egos are involved in this assessment, and everyone has their own opinions about who the best really is. In fact, it’s so subjective that I don’t really think there will ever be a clear and honest answer on the subject. It’s like asking who the best warrior or soldier is in a war. But that doesn’t stop some people from categorizing the guys in our little community as the best. So I’ve decided to rate the top PUAs operating out there.
    Style is definitely, hands down, the best operating in the game today. This guy is probably the most evil, sneaky, manipulative bastard I have ever seen in operation. The thing is, this guy comes in totally under the radar, and that is why he is so dangerous. His subtlety is so amazing that before you know it, you are qualifying yourself to him and he has you right where he wants you. And the thing is, he does it with both girls and guys. No one is safe.
    To give you an idea of how incredible Style is, he’s invented most of the techniques a lot of the top guys are using and teaching. He is practically Machiavellian in nature and is someone I both admire and fear. Add to this the fact that he’s a rather average-looking guy, and you have the most powerful of the Jedi, bar none.

It was when I went to Croatia after Mystery’s breakdown that I realized everything had changed. I was no longer in the game to meet women; I was in the game to lead men. Two of the Croatian pickup artists I was staying with had even shaved their head in emulation of pictures of me they had seen online.
    Despite my aversion to being a guru, I had clearly become one. When I talked to a woman, the room went silent. The guys leaned in close to hear what I was saying, pulling out notebooks to write my words down and commit them to memory.
    On returning home, I watched Ross Jeffries run a variation of my jealous girlfriend opener (about the woman who doesn’t want her boyfriend to speak to his ex from college), followed by a false time constraint. Afterward, he even e-mailed and asked for a copy of my evolution phase-shift routine. He was modeling me. And he planned on sharing these techniques in his seminars.
    Then Thundercat’s PUA ranking came out, and I was number one. I could no longer claim to be a student. Neil Strauss was officially dead. In the eyes of these men, I was Style, the king of the unnaturals. All over the world people were using my jokes, my comebacks, my lines, my words to meet, kiss, and fuck girls.
    I had overshot my goal.
    In the old days, I was just Mystery’s wing or Ross’s disciple or Steve P.’s hypnotic subject. Now I had to prove myself every time I went out. Guys in the community would ask behind my back, “How is Style? Is he any good?” If I didn’t walk up to a group of girls and make out with the hottest one within fifteen minutes, they’d think I was a