Futuristic Words

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 highly recommend going to the Playboy Mansion. It was a lot of fun. They have excellent crabcakes.

I have returned to Los Angeles. En route to my hotel, I was struck by how much I didn’t remember from when I lived here in 2006. The city sprawls, and every neighborhood takes on a new theme of people and landscape. I don’t see how I could not remember the deserted-looking oil derricks, but there they were, flanking me, as we cruised up La Brea.

As my old neighborhood, West Hollywood, settled into view, as the street names for my vet, my grocery store, my workplace, and more passed by, I was struck with a fusion of nostalgia and longing and contempt. The people here do not have the glassy look I ascribe to them in my memories. Perhaps that sense will return when I speak with a smattering of idiots tonight. Then again, I am returning to this city with my empathy reforged, so there’s a chance I will adore Los Angeles come Monday morning.

I am excited beyond words about the Playboy Mansion. When I had the opportunity to speak with porn actresses, I probably hit on them less than I should have. Some of them told me flat out it was time to make a move. I was far more interested in asking questions like, “What does intimacy mean to you?” So much for keeping it light! Nevertheless, I received a skadillion interesting answers, and I learned that Kayden Kross is waaaay smarter than your average bear.

When I’m hitting on a girl, my style tends to be a breakneck race to peel away the barriers of bullshit that separate people from other people. Life is too short, and anyone can surprise you if you give them the opportunity and make them feel comfortable enough to reveal real information. This has drawbacks, of course, as I discovered when I went on my no-phone-numbers spree earlier this year. For whatever reason, truly getting to know a girl can shift you away from the realm of sexual competition and into the realm of a real contender for her affections. One of the girls I met in Sydney demonstrated this hilariously. I was talking about my family after we left the bootcamp venue, and I asked her about brothers and sisters. “I don’t think you need to know all that,” she said. The subtext, of course, is that I was a fling. She liked me and trusted me, certainly, since we were walking around Sydney arm-in-arm in an hour past God’s bedtime, but everything had been light and breezy to that point, so my very typical attempts to dig to the real core of her were rebuffed. I laughed and threw an ice cube at her before I changed the subject.

The way comfort defines an interaction is beautiful and frustrating. A girl will sleep with some fun, cute guy the night she meets him. She will not do the same with a real contender for her affections.

And so it will be at the Mansion. On the one hand, I am but a man of flesh and blood, and I am confident this experience will result in two evenings of priapism. Of course I want to meet a buxome bunny and sex her behind the cabana. On the other hand, I am definitely harboring hopes that there will be some hilarious girl who looks like a rocket to the moon and, yes, she’d love a shot, but really she a.) just wants to go home and level her alt in World of Warcraft b.) is right in the middle of this book called Infinite Jest, and it’s kind of been haunting her, and she wishes she could put some clothes on and cuddle up with the pages c.) thinks I look like I’m a scrub in Soul Calibur, and she’ll gladly take me on. Or to just meet someone whose human tide overtakes my any assumption about Los Angeles or the Playboy Mansion. Going into any situation with zero expectations and infinite hope (i.e. living, functioning dreams) is always my ideal mental state, but this place weighs on my spirit, and the Playboy Mansion seems an awful lot like a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. Here’s to dreams.