Futuristic Words

Oh, Onion News Network, you are a constant source of amusement.

All my creative attention has turned to my novel, a fantasy piece set in the modern day I plan to officially start for National Novel Writing Month. I’m 28, and I’ve had a book lingering in my brain for as long as I can remember. Time to put up or shut up.

It’s been a strange week in the world of skin and whispers. In two cases, Breakthrough Comfort did its thing, and even though I was explicit about the terms of the respective relationships, it did not assuage the angst these girls felt. An LJBF converted (again, BTC) and another reverted (she found a boyfriend). Some old flames returned, and some insanely beautiful women arbitrarily started qualifying themselves to me in a context outside stand-up comedy. Also, some very special drama manifested regarding two ex-girlfriends. Fuck, I am exhausted.

Braddock and I talked about same-night seduction when he was leading his seventy-two workshops in New York recently. If this year’s been any indication, I’ve found a way to generate the same intense results in a night—in an hour sometimes—but Braddock predicted the complication of girls getting too attached too quickly, i.e. the difficulty in modulating the Destiny/Golden Mirror switches in the Breakthrough Comfort model. He and Helicase and dahunter strongly favor a Shock and Awe model, with heavy teasing and strong logistical control mixed with unrelenting escalation. I bristle at the notion of walking into a venue as a wrecking ball of sexuality—it feels very Night at the Roxbury to me– but I don’t see an alternative if I don’t want girls crying over my behavior and raging about their senses of entitlement* when it comes to potential relationships.

I bristle because I go out of my way, perhaps too far out of my way, to practice empathy. One of the more insidious aspects of dating so much is a forced nonchalance to any eventuality. This girl will do this in this amount of time, this girl will do that. It’s true that people will always surprise you on a long enough timeline, but they are also predictable within a certain model. It takes a lot of contortion and comfort and peeling away layers of vulnerability before you can see any individual’s special snowflake, and with a lot of people all you find is the ORE that will eventually allow for such a unique design. Young girls especially are unrefined potential, usually, and it’s rare to find a fully-formed, fully-conscious 21-year-old (of either sex, really). Constantly seeing the same behaviors over and over again can make a man jaded and start to believe the SUISC truism that makes me bite through my tongue with anger: she’s not special. Ugh. Every time I see it or hear it or think it or—God help me—believe it, I want to stab the nearest baby. The world is a cold, ugly place if you don’t endeavor to find each individual’s specific human dignity. Shit, even if I eventually discover that I despise a given person, I hope I can do so after unraveling the real person beneath the persona he or she wears when facing the world at large.

Big Business pointed out that thus to really connect, you have to maintain a perfect dichotomy of opposite feelings: you have to believe in your gut that She is not special, this girl you’re talking to, because she won’t be attracted to someone who rewards her for that which she has not earned… yet you must be ready to connect at the soul-level when the chance presents itself if you’re going to have a romantic/sexual/intimate experience with any meaning.

For all the pain of separation in this past week, I have had much joy in connection; I have ridden a sine curve. The drama has been hard on my heart but educational. I am blessed to have this perspective.

Also, there is no love in the world. Only pain:

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.

If you’re reading this, there’s an excellent chance you saw the Love Systems appearance on the Tyra Banks show last Friday. I don’t know how much I can add that Braddock and Savoy haven’t already discussed, but it was great seeing our company framed in such a positive light. I echo Braddock’s wish that Tyra had taken the time to delve into the Love Systems products and the boot camp experience in greater detail. We are doing missionary work, enriching the dating landscape by adding interesting men to women’s prospective evenings.

I will be in Orlando next weekend. 31 July – 2 August, with Tenmagnet and Cajun.

Two weeks later, 15-16 August, I will be at the Playboy Mansion with Cajun, dahunter, and Savoy at the Advanced Boot Camp.

I’m still working out my schedule after that, but stay tuned. There’s some exciting stuff in the works.

Well, folks, the time has come. This Friday, Love Systems will come under the blazing microscope of the media machine. This time, the scrutiny will come from this generation’s champion of dialectic inquisition, Ms. Tyra Lynne Banks. If you are sitting around your house with your hand shoved into a pint of ice cream this week and you’ve grown tired of Days of Our Lives (DAMN YOU, STEFANO!), take a half hour to see how well Savoy and Braddock withstand withering lashes of probing insight from the woman who dared to put on a fat suit and reveal to a shocked public that beautiful women are treated with more deference and kindness than fat women are. If that was your first encounter with that information, I hope you were sitting down. I’ll give you time to pick your jaw up from the keyboard.

Internal babble suggests that while Braddock and Savoy’s appearance didn’t seem to be a hate-fest, there is no telling how these things take shape during the editing process.

Speaking of media traffic, articles have surfaced on the web from the two journalists who sat in on our recent New York boot camp. (cf. the one where Future almost lost his copy of Blood Meridian) The first one, linked here, is actually rather flattering. The second one is a bit cheeky, but the author pretty much nailed her description of me when she called me an “excitable emo ginger” before she proceeded to malign my Standard Issue Direct Opener.

Adorable. I’ll retort with video before the Tyra Banks episode airs. Stay tuned. In the mean time I’ll whet your appetite with the opener in question:

“I couldn’t help but notice you from [across the park/ over there/ outside your window/ across the subway car/ wherever you were when you noticed her], and I knew that if I didn’t come talk to you I was going to be kicking myself, and I had to come find out if there was more to yout than meets the eye. Is there?”

(To be fair, Day Game Ninja Soul’s opener probably works more consistently, but we must all tune our game to ourselves. Daddy Future has a controversial personality and a somewhat, ahem, coarse sense of humor. I screen early, bitches.)

Finally, if you like pretty girls, you should go to Montreal.
Good.
God.
It is officially the neck-breakingest city in North America. I do not know why it is not talked about more, but I think the parents of Montreal need to be recognized for their clever and resourceful combinations of adenine, cytosine, guanine, and thymine. The human landscape of the second largest city in Canada is beyond belief. You can sit in the food court at the mall and in every direction is a creature who will put your salivary glands in overdrive. Sitting at the karaoke bar late at night? Check. Taking tickets at the movie theater? Check. Standing in tight, short shorts on every street corner? Check, check, check. I know it sounds like I’m overdoing it, but the density of hot (not cute. HOT) girls in Montreal was almost comedic. Then, get this: they’re Canadian. They speak French, they’re laid back, and they don’t treat you like their equivalent phenotypes in Los Angeles or New York or Chicago or Miami or Las Vegas would. If you are reading this blog and you have never been to Montreal, you need to unfuck yourself right-quick. I’d write more, but I have shit to do.