The Game

clear: He was obsessed to a degree beyond what any of us had seen before. He read the posting archives—thousands of pages long—of every master PUA in the game. And he was whipping through the list of recommended books—from Introducing NLP to Mastering Your Hidden Self —at a furious rate. He was a knowledge junkie.
    Within a couple of months, he had consumed nearly every piece of relevant information on seduction and reinvented himself as a self-styled authority, delivering stream-of-consciousness essays and field reports full of impressive feats and braggadocio.
    Like thumbtacks to a magnet, the seduction boys were up his ass. He was a manic new voice, an instant do-it-yourself guru. And, soon, he was Papa’s trusted wing. He joined Papa on his journey to spend face time with every seducer with a silly nickname. And one of them, naturally, was me.
    Tyler Durden e-mailed me constantly. He was a persistent little brat, as I suppose I had been. He seemed to pride himself on being a provocateur.
    For years, nervous AFCs who were new to the community were told to take the newbie mission. It involved simply showering, putting on nice clothes, going to the nearest shopping center, and smiling and saying “hi” to every woman who passed by. Many AFCs found that this not only helped them overcome their shyness, but that some women actually stopped to talk.
    Tyler Durden advocated a new mission. He called it Project Mayhem, in honor of Fight Club. And the directive was to run up to an attractive woman and—before even uttering a word—lightly body check her, whack her on the head with something soft, or physically accost her in some other playful manner.
    On the seduction boards, the majority of people didn’t think. They obeyed. I could have posted that snorting birth control pills helped my game, and they all would have been lining up outside Planned Parenthood. So after reading about Project Mayhem, hundreds of sargers around the world were suddenly knocking into women with grocery carts and smacking them with gym bags. It wasn’t seduction, it was elementary-school recess.
    And therein lay his appeal: Tyler Durden made seduction seem playful and subversive—unlike, say, Speed Seduction, which required homework, rote memorization, and even meditation exercises.
    Yet, at the same time, there was something off about Tyler Durden. Vision had kicked him out of his house after finding him a snotty and ungrateful guest, constantly demanding to be shown new routines. And though Tyler’s field reports were fun and compelling, every time he had the option of getting laid, he seemed to back down.

MSN GROUP: Mystery’s Lounge
    SUBJECT: Field Report—Speed Closing
    AUTHOR: Tyler Durden

    Okay, this just happened not even fifteen minutes ago, and I can’t tell anyone other than you guys about it.
    I was pretty bored today, so I went to the Rideau Centre shopping mall in Ottawa, hoping to meet some new HBs to hang with tonight because my AFC friends were all with their girlfriends.
    I cruised the mall, and I couldn’t find any HB higher than a 7.5, so I was pretty pissed.
    I was about to leave when I saw this new Booster juice place with a cute little redhead working there—about a 7.5 like every other damned Rideau Centre chick.
    I ordered a juice, and here’s what happened:

    TD: Which mango is better: mango hurricane or mango breeze?
    HB: Mango hurricane.
    TD: Awesome. I’ll have the breeze.
    HB: Ha ha, okay. Which booster do you want?
    TD: What are boosters?
    HB: Those things on the sign on the wall.
    TD: Ooh, so I can get like vitamins and energy and shit in it. Awesome! I’ll be like a new man after I drink this. This is the shit!
    HB: Ha ha.
    TD: High-five!
    HB: Okay! ( She high-fives me. ) Wow! That was like the coolest thing that’s happened to me all day.
    TD: Pretty bored, huh?
    HB: Yeah, it sucks here.
    TD: Hmm, well, guess what?
    HB: What?
    TD: I love you.
    HB: Ha ha. Um, okay. I love you too.
    TD: Awesome! We’re going to get married. Wow, you can really find love in the strangest of places, like right here at the Booster Juice.
    HB: Ha ha.
    TD: Wait a sec. I know, close your eyes.
    HB: Why?
    TD: Just do it.
    HB: Are you gonna steal my cash register or something?
    TD: No, nothing like that. I swear. Remember, I love you.
    HB: Okay. ( closes eyes )

    The counter was pretty wide. I leaned way over, so that I was Supermanstyle horizontal over the top, and kissed her.
    As soon as I kissed her, she