Saturday, September 27, 2008

LR: Radar

For those of you guys who read the Radar article (or were present at the bootcamp), here is a breakdown of the set I did at the very end of the night. I'll call this girl "Radar" in honor of the article.

It was 2am and I had to get up early to do a day game 1 on 1 at 10am, so I did a lap to say goodbye to all the students and close my bar tab. Savoy was by the bar with a student, so I swung by to tell them I was taking off, when I caught a brunette in a black evening dress out of the corner of my eye. I was on my way out the door, so there was no time or interest in playing safe ground game.

BB: I have to leave, like, right now, but you're fucking gorgeous.

(Radar does a double take.)

Radar: You have to leave right now?
BB: I can stay and flirt with you for a few minutes.

Going direct has a few benefits. Besides saving you time, you also get points for showing how big your balls are (not literally of course. Men, do not open women by showing them your actual balls).

Think of seduction like progressing down a football field. If you play safe ground game, you advance five yards at a time, and run down the clock. If you kind of want to go to sleep, but you'd stay up if you knew you were getting laid, you throw the Hail-Mary and make 30 yard progress with each play.

The game is not over, however. Not by a long shot. She only had a little bit of time to test me for congruence, so her shit tests were heavy. She wanted to see if I would flinch. Luckily, I did not.

BB: What're you doing here tonight?
Radar: Had a few drinks with some German guys from my job. They were boring.
BB: I was drinking with German girls all night. We should introduce them. They can have efficient, German babies.
Radar: (laughs) You're funny!
BB: Thanks. You're fun.
Radar: Don't you think I'm funny too?
BB: We'll see. I've got very high standards. Right now I'm giving you a B-, which is mainly just for effort.
Radar: That's so mean! (shit test)
BB: That was kind of funny. I'm raising your grade to a B. Good job!
Radar: You need to make it up to me.
BB: How so?
Radar: Buy me a drink?
BB: Okay, but I've got to leave soon. This will be a goodbye present.

This was a constant theme in the interaction. "I am going to leave if you do not make me stay."

Radar: I usually get hit on by accountants. You're much more fun.
BB: I'm a writer. We're just generally fun people.

(I gave her my card at this point. She drops it on the ground. Another shit test begins...)

BB: If you leave that there, some girl is gonna come pick it up and stalk me. I've been getting hit on all night.
Radar: I don't see them.
BB: They're wearing camouflage.
Radar: I can't see them.
BB: That's the point of camouflage. That plant over there? Not a plant. Keep an eye on it and it'll move.
Radar: Like in the cartoons!

(Shit test passed.)

The entire time this interaction has been going on, I've been steadily making my way up the physical escalation ladder. The key to building sexual tension without dissipating it is to only touch women where they don't expect but want to be touched. Little touches on the waist, arms, and neck are what get you yards in this game. Then, once you are within 3 yards of the end zone, you hang out there and make her pull the trigger. If you play it right, they should take the ball and run it into the end zone for you.

(There is a right and a wrong way to do this. You have to hang out at 3rd and goal because you want to, and not because you are scared to make a play. There is a difference.)

Radar: I just moved here from the most boring city. New York is the best.
BB: Know what we're gonna do on Tuesday? We're gonna get a drink and talk about how much better NYC is than other cities, and also tell each other how cool and pretty we are.
Radar: You're smooth. I like guys who are nice and interesting.
BB: We're not gonna get along. I'm a pretty serious racist.
Radar: I'm also looking for a guy who wants a relationship.
BB: That reminds you want to be my ninth girlfriend? I've got nine girlfriends right now. They all have special skills. One cooks, one drives, one does laundry. What's your special skill?
Radar: I can't tell you about it, but I can show you later.

(Sexy, right?)

BB: I've got two that can do that already. How are you with nunchuks?

I finished my drink and took out an ice cube from the glass and started trailing it over her arms and chest. She started rubbing up against me and put her face within an inch of mine, essentially asking me to make out with her. But I didn't. Know why? Because WE DO NOT MAKE OUT WITH WOMEN IN BARS!

BB: Let's get out of here.
Radar: Let's get another drink.
BB: You have another one. I've got to get out of here. But I've got your number. I'll call you.

Radar makes a pouty face. Starts to dance a little to the song that playing. I put my hands in her pockets and pull her close to me. She tries to make out with me again. I kiss her a little, then pull away.

BB: Let's get out of here. I'm gonna put you in a cab so that you get home safe.

Without letting her answer, I grab her purse and put her arm in mine. Once we are outside, I start hailing cabs and she starts trying to make out with me every five steps that we walk.

We cab it back to her place. Good times.

Funny story: I have to take a cab back to the bar to pick up my car afterwards. Ridiculous.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Radar Article!

This past weekend I helped out on The Don and Savoy's NYC bootcamp, which was crazy fun, though a bit exhausting. In addition to working the infield from 10pm-2am, I was working one-on-one with a student on day game from 10am-2pm before seminar, which meant game took over a full 42 hours of my weekend. I also took home a girl on the second night of bootcamp and had to take care of some "real life" things, which meant Big Business was big tired come Monday morning (check back for the LR. It's a fun one).

What was still MORE fun about this weekend was the fact that we had a few reporters there checking out our classes for their respective publications. I had a chance to talk to a few of these guys, and they were super cool. One even did a set with me, which took major stones, so kudos!

Long story short, the first of the articles is up. It's in Radar Magazine and can be found here. Check it out. It's a good article, and I get a fun little shout out.

Also, check out these links. They are the hotness.

Love Systems (formerly Mystery Method Corp)

Pickup Game Video

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Getting Called Out

Just got back from DC with The Don and Prestige, which was crazy fun. Prestige and I got ourselves in with a bachelorette party who invited us to a strip club with them (the good kind), and I did a killer 8 minute seduction that I'm sure will be a part of any speech I give on physical escalation in the future. It was a fun trip.

A few students got called out while in field, which isn't a big deal at all. It happens at least once a bootcamp. It usually has to do with not being genuine or believable. You don't seem to actually be living the situation that you are describing in your opener, so women look for reasons why you would be making it up, the most obvious being that you are trying to do that thing from that one TV show with that guy who picks up women and stuff.

It also seems to be a cause of anxiety. "What if they know?!?!! What if they know I want to sleep with them??!?!!!! What if they know I'm hitting on them?!?!? What if they've seen the show and they KNOW??!?!?!?!"

Guys, it is not a big deal at all. It isn't.

First of all, there are a TON of ways to deal with getting called out. Second of all, it is FINE to go hit on women. There is nothing to be ashamed of. If you see a woman that you are attracted to, you SHOULD go talk to her and flirt with her and try to get to know her. If some woman acts like she caught you because you were trying to do this, then she is the weird one. Treat her like such. "Yeah, because it's such a bad thing to want to talk to cute girls."

But enough proselytizing. I hear through the grapevine that Mystery's show just got picked up for another season, so in honor of Pickup suddenly being pushed to the front of popular culture once more, here are a few simple solutions to getting called out.

"Is this like from that pickup show?"

A lot of people will suggest that you play dumb in this situation. Totally fine, but you have to be incredibly convincing. I acted for a long time in high school and college. I was pretty good at it, and yet I still don't do a convincing "what are you talking about?" when I KNOW what they are talking about. So I have two solutions to this problem.

The first one is to simply plow through.


BB: Is it okay to break up with someone via text message?
Girl: Is this like from that pickup show?
BB: A friend of mine just broke up with this girl he was seeing for only a few weeks, and he just got a call from some friend of hers saying it was a really shitty thing to do. What do you think?

You have to keep the energy up and have a strong frame, otherwise they will continue to bug you about it. Which brings me to the second solution.

Just the same way that it is okay to be a GIRL who has heard of "The Game" or "The Pickup Artist," it is okay to be a GUY who has heard of "The Game" or "The Pickup Artist." Simply existing in the world that those things exist in and knowing about it does not make you some sleaze ball. It makes you a normal person who has heard about things that exist in the world.

To that end, you should thank whoever is trying to call you out, because they are transitioning for you ie they are giving you something to start a conversation with.


BB: Is it okay to break up with someone via text message?
Girl: Is this from that pickup show?
BB: Oh my god. Did you watch that? I bet you watch all the shitty reality TV shows. I didn't ever catch a full episode, but I saw a few minutes where they were all crying together. It looked terrible.

Another Example:

Girl: Is that from "The Game"?
BB: Is that the book by Neil Strauss? I didn't get a chance to read that one, but I like his stuff from Rolling Stone. He did a great interview with what's his name from Borat. You know who I'm talking about?

And the conversation begins.

"Is that some sort of pickup line?"

Slightly different than the above scenarios, but just as easy to diffuse. You can plow through, as I mentioned above, or use one of the contingencies from below.

"Yeah, how'd it work? On a scale of 1-10, how much are you gonna sleep with me now?"

"Yeah. My mom gave me two pickup lines to use tonight. She said I needed to get out of the basement and either get a job or a girlfriend. Let me try the other one real quick."

"Yeah, I'm a pickup artist. (in ridiculous voice) HELLO, LADIES!"

"No. Does that sound like a pickup line? That'd be a terrible pickup line."

"Yeah, I'm in love with you. Anyways..."

"That's not a pickup line. A pickup line is something like...'your dad's a thief because he stole the stars and put them in your eyes' or some shit. I didn't even think people actually used those."

If there are any other ways that people get called out that don't fit into the above paradigms, then please email me and I will include ways to defuse them as well.


Monday, September 1, 2008

My first day approach...

One of the biggest hot streaks I ever had happened back in April. I had just finished helping out on a bootcamp in Austin (or somewhere) and was feeling pretty invincible. I'd hooked up on all the last four bootcamps I'd worked on. Only problem was, they were all in different cities, so I currently had no ladies working here in good old NYC.

So, I decided to hit the streets and add a few ladies to my roster. The first day I got back I put on some cool clothes and headed into the city.

I froze. I was paralyzed with fear. I had no idea how to open during the day. WTF? I had just been unstoppable for the last three months! Why was this so hard?

It took about two more weeks of going out and not opening anybody before I finally grew a pair of testicles and approached. It was this really lovely young woman with a cool tshirt on. Let's call her Dr. Teeth. I opened her situationally. My confidence was so low that I could barely speak. I must have sounded like a fucking 8 year old with strep throat.

BB: What's your shirt say?
DrTeeth: What?
BB: (clears throat, tries to not sound like such a bitch again) What's your shirt say?

I watched her eyes light up and fill with energy. She instantly started babbling about the company that made her shirt and what it meant in German, which was her native language. As soon as she started talking she went from cute to not so cute (f'd up teeth, hence the name). After bantering back and forth for a few moments, I tried to politely back my way out of the conversation.

But she wouldn't let me go! It blew my mind. In a bar, on the weekend, this girl would have blown me off in two seconds, but here on the street I she was talking my ear off and starting new conversational threads, even though I opened her like Donny Osmond on the episode of the Partridge Family where his voice was always cracking because he was going through puberty (Think that's the right reference. Could be wrong. Old people, email me and let me know).

I was finally able to shake her, but still could not believe how unbelievably easy getting attraction was during the day. Since then I've really only had a few opportunities to do Day Game, but the results have been the same. Exceptionally easy opens, incredible results.