Futuristic Words

1.) You should come to the Super Conference. I have been at the top of the stairs on Christmas morning about this trip to Las Vegas since July. I don’t know how much space is left, but I teach for Love Systems, and I am about to piss myself I’m so excited to see all the other instructors next week! If you are thinking about it, stop thinking: Go to the Love Systems Super Conference next week!

2.) I am working on a blog entry where I use a lot of big words and art references and am pretty sure I’ll end up sounding pretentious, but it’s what I’ve been thinking about, so I’m trying to make it coherent and actionable while still muddling through the abstract concepts I’m tossing around. It’s called “Conversation as Synecdoche of the Self”. I don’t know if it will be a heart-breaking entry of staggering genius, but it will definitely reference Impressionist painters.

3.) This is one of my favorite Things ever. My heart breaks in my chest every time I watch it. Would that I could make something this beautiful in my life. Chris Cunningham, the director, is a genius:

See you next week, I hope.

I can’t repeat enough how amazing our crew at Love Systems is. I just sifted through their various blogs, and I feel like I attended a seminar myself. Thanks so much for the knowledge, guys:

Braddock’s Blog – I remember when Braddock was a ridiculously promising approach coach. He is now a fucking powerhouse font of knowledge, wisdom, and experience. One of the things I am most excited about for the Love Systems Super Conference is the opportunity to run game with him, listen to his seminar, and otherwise learn at his feet. You probably know that if you are here. If you don’t, here’s LS Instructor Braddock on the Tyra Banks show:

Braddock is one of the funniest people I’ve met, up to and including my peers in New York’s stand-up comedy scene. His blog reflects that, but every now and then he drops knowledge that sends me reeling. To wit:

Why Do I Want a Girlfriend and Want to Bang Every Girl That Moves – Why indeed? As Braddock points out, this is not new data if you’ve read The Red Queen or Sperm Wars, but the section he quotes is a testament to Braddock’s ability to isolate useful information and apply it to his pedagogy.

His interview with Mr. M., Part 2 – God. He just nails some points here. I’ll just say I was humbled when I read this.

Bonsai on Why You Want to Learn to Pick Up a Stripper to Improve Your Game – When I was working with Mystery in the early days, I fell victim to the social pressure that dating strippers was cool. They are ridiculously hot and usually, if they’re not sexually blocked because of whatever issues prompted them to jump on the pole, they’re like demigods in bed. The magic stops there. I had three especially drama-filled stripper situations, and I am a bit skittish about getting back on that horse. That said, Bonsai’s article is a wonderful read because whatever else you say about strippers, picking a beautiful stripper up at the strip club is harder than picking up any other girl anywhere.

Keychain – Keychain and I have spent a pretty serious chunk of hours together during the two bootcmaps we’ve worked, and I cannot wait to see him again at the Super Conference. I would teach every boot camp with him if he wasn’t a damned European because our styles are so very, very different. I am Jolt Cola, and he is red wine. He asked me to comment on his recent post, and I thought it was going to about game. He knows me too well. This post is him being righteous and lovely about people in the SUISC who mangle the English language. Funny as that is, I think this is one of the best primers on approaching during the daytime you’ll ever see.

Vercetti’s Assumption Game – We teach about sexually reframing what a girl says, and we talk about sexual or positive misinterpretation, but Vercetti provides some absolutely perfect examples and gives an incredibly thoughtful explanation of the hows and whys. I utterly love hanging out, working with, and teaching next to Vercetti. His blog is jammed to the neck with great information, and as I read it I can see the echoes of what he is writing in his manner in person. He is a wonder at translating his experiences to actionable teaching.

5.0 “I run out of things to say to girls” – This is one of the top three problems guys deal with on boot camps.* I see it every single week. 5.0 here breaks down clearly and usefully how to tackle an issue that nearly every guy who starts to learn this stuff will eventually encounter. I don’t know too many guys learning this stuff who couldn’t stand to read this entry, um, fifty times.

Tenmagnet on Getting a Woman to Leave in the Morning – Christ, Ten, where was this article four years ago when I started understanding how to talk to girls? I had to learn the hard way. Braddock and Sinn have a special memory of Future’s least tactful ways to usher a girl from an apartment. This is much better, and you have less risk of your building being burned down than some of the more bold approaches I’ve taken.

Also, Tenmagnet analyzes a letter for Mystery authorship – This might only be funny if you know Mystery, but I was laughing out loud. It’s always fun to tease the Dungeon Master.

Big Business on Closing at Their Place – BB used to live in one of Manhattan’s armpits, a little smegma deposit called Astoria. If he didn’t want to have his wang hitchhike away, he had to figure out how to manage logistics such that he ended up with the girl at her own place. My current abode is somewhat uninviting, so I have this shit bookmarked. Also, BB is a human laugh riot.

Soul on Insta-Dates – I’ll confess I’ve advocated Insta-Dates during daytime approaches, but I can’t disagree with Soul here. I still say try for the insta-date, but he’s right that it won’t necessarily go anywhere. My schedule in New York demands that I do a bunch of daytime approaches. I’m an expert, but I still have to cede to Soul. I learn every fucking time the guy opens his mouth on the subject.

Starlight on The Playboy Mansion – This damned dirty son of a bitch pulled a Playboy cage dancer out of the Playboy mansion and came to seminar the next day with bruises on his chest. This while Future lost his phone with, say, seventy incredible numbers on it. Yes, some of them found me through Facebook, so it’s not the end of the world, but the entire experience was enough for me to eschew alcohol for the foreseeable future. (I have a great write-up pending, but I fear I won’t be able to do the experience justice.) Starlight is just a stand-up guy** who radiates positivity, well-being, and success. Read the linked post if you want some inkling on how to handle a truly beautiful woman in a socially charged situation.

Savoy – He wrote Magic Bullets. If you’re here, you probably read his blog. I never, ever stop learning from him. Nothing more need be said.

There you have it. Incredible, dynamic, interesting, intelligent men flooding your brain with powerful information on how to handle one of life’s core issues. The best part is yet to come: every single one of these guys will be at the Love Systems Super Conference 8 October through 13 October:

The Super Conference is probably the highlight of the year for most of us LS instructors. We rarely get a chance to BS and socialize and game and learn and teach together. I’m getting excited just typing this, and you should have already clicked away.

Peace be with you.

*—It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what the biggest of the three are, but they are: failure to approach, failure to speak, and failure to escalate. Ironically, these three major issues correspond to taking the first steps on the Love Systems Triad Model (pdf link). Savoy’s a fucking genius.

**—Literally. He’s one of our tallest instructors, the cunt, and if I wasn’t such a huge fan, I’d love to see him get his knees removed. Don’t worry, Savoy, Helicase, and Braddock, I’ll call you cunts in some other post.

I am on my way out the door. Tonight I have three parties to attend and a liaison with one of my favorite people on the planet, fresh from Los Angeles. Today is Day 15 without alcohol, exception the tequila shots a student bought me in Atlanta, the net effect of which were not drunkenness but a frigging hangover the next morning that plagued me well past sundown.

One of the parties is a “white party”, the mentioning of which prompts all my friends and family to ask various race-related questions. I am assuming it’s not a Klan rally, but if it is you bet your ass I’ll write about it. Regardless, I had a minor laundry emergency today, and while dressing found myself utterly without the eponymous clothing requirement. I will descend on this partie blanche clad entirely dans le noir. Naturally, if my host or fellow debaucherites ask me to leave, I will accuse them of racism.

I am also tempted to bring my messenger bag and tool with my Kindle. A gorgeous girl opened me on the subway the other day to ask about my Kindle—usually it’s homeless people, oddly, who ask me about the device—and she wanted to know if The Time Traveler’s Wife, which she had in her hand, was available. Time Traveler’s Wife was a fucking terrific book (and a movie so crappy words fail me), so we ended up in an enthralling conversation. An odalisk I am seeing also approached me to ask why I was carrying a copy of David Foster Wallace’s Oblivion in a bar. I don’t recommend it for everyone, nor does every book work. Psycho-Cybernetics, although a fantastic book, was extremely counter-productive. Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian was excellent, as long as I didn’t mention the part where the one character gets sodomized to death.

So the main question for the evening is whether or not Future can a.) have enough willpower to abstain from drinking and cetera for the duration of the evening and b.) whether tripling up on parties and then some will even be fun without the chemical boosting. I predict strongly wanting to play Fallout 3 or Batman: Arkham Asylum by 0330. Actually, as usual, I’ll be WANTING to play Dragon Age: Origins, but that won’t happen until Bioware does whatever they need to do. Atlanta was delightful, but I wish I could have made it out to PAX.

Okay. Skin and whispers, serchez la femme, etc.

Let us consider skin and whispers. Next weekend I’ll be back in my home state to teach a comprehensive bootcamp and the very first Love Systems Breakthrough Comfort course since August 20, 2007! (Sinn has taught it a few times since then, but I imagine his version and mine have take significant departures.) Since the course is on Monday at noon, I will be hammering on the presentation until Monday at 1100 to make it just-so. To my great joy, I’ve received extremely positive reactions from the women to whom I’ve described the course. Some Love Systems students want to make the beast with two backs with as many different partners as possible ad nauseum/ ad infinitum (whichever  comes first). For the most part, though, guys want to find That One Special Girl** but do so on their own terms and do so after they’ve attained some confidence that they’re not settling. Yes, yes, realistically they probably want to verify that said O.S.P.G. will occasionally agree to take off her clothes and travel a highway to ecstasy with another or multiple other Slightly Less Special Girls. That would fall more into Savoy’s Relationship Management course and, if it’s really important to you, should be a component of your qualification process. Breakthrough Comfort tends to function better when employed on a single woman due to the nature of the connection that develops.

Before that, of course, I will be teaching a workshop to the soundtrack of the Atlantic Ocean. Outside in New York, water is in the air, although it’s less drizzling and less pouring. The droplets are tiny and seem to fall in strips, so it looks like someone added film grain to this particular Saturday. It’s finally grown chilly, and real cold will be here soon. The summer was short and merciful. I suspect the winter will be punishing. As New Yorkers who don’t check the weather or hope against nature massage their triceps and swanky jackets make their glorious return to the night scene, it pleases me endlessly that I will be sweltering for the next week. Yes, dammit, I am  pleased to swelter! I could only be more pleased if I returned to New York to find that winter had come in earnest and I would again have to rub the salt from my boots and, as my ears singe from the bitter cold, know I am indeed alive because the moment hurts. People move to Los Angeles and San Diego to avoid such temperature extremes. Life is hard enough on its own. Mundis ex igne factus est.

If you’re reading this after wandering over from the LSi or you received an e-mail from me because you live in the Miami area, don’t delay. Take this workshop. Head over to our reviews and see for yourself: a Love Systems boot camp is a life changing experience. Fear of approach, fear of rejection, fear of holding yourself accountable for the quality of the women (of the other HUMANS) in your life. We address all these and show what’s possible, all in the course of three days and two nights. It’s going to be a blast.

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