The Game – Mystery Method

Some of you may have heard of a book by Neil Strauss called, The Game. 

It’s the real life story of Style (Strauss) and his journey into becoming a master pick up artist, with the help of an online pick up artist community, a mentor named Mystery, who you might remember from the VH1 show, The Pick Up Artist, and it’s an incredible story to read.  I highly recommend reading it.

For those who have never heard of any of the above, the master pick up artists help out (usually) young men who are not adept at meeting women.  They basically give the guys advice in how to dress, act, and hold themselves properly in order to get a woman’s attention, how to holdtheir interest, and more importantly how to obtain her phone number.  Getting laid…that’s up to you, and who is actually inside of you. 

Up to speed so far?

Well, the master pick up artists apparently came up with a really good look for themselves that tend to draw the female attention, they call it peacocking - don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of other looks, but this is what I would call the quintessential look of a pick up artist based off the the Neil Strauss book. 

Shaved head (w. razor) well fitted colorful clothing that has a “pop” to it, black jeans, some jewelery, sunglasses, and a pair of new rock shoes.

If you’ve never heard of new rock shoes, they are boots that will casually give you an extra two or three inches in height, perfect for the men with a Napoleon Complex.

So, don’t get me wrong, I think that it is great for people to help people meet new people, I really do, it’s just that when I spot someone who is very obviously trying to mimic “Style” I can’t help not to find it funny.

So then I was on the downtown V train yesterday evening.  The doors opened at Lexington Avenue, a quite attractive young woman entered, and sat down next to me.  Behind her were two guys.  One sat across from us, was dressed casually, while the other was fully peacocked, and kept trying to see if he could get the attractive gals attention.

He was wearing a new pair of expensive looking “worn” jeans, new rock boots, a flashy button down shirt not tucked in, with some sort of Japanese kimono over that, yellow tinted sunglasses, various pieces of jewelery, and of course, his head was clean shaved – even though the stubble marks showed that he had a full head of hair – he was an obvious player of the Game. 

His attire sure got the look of the gal standing behind him, and I was enamoured by the cheesiness of the entire thing actually working on the gald behind him.  The attractive gal sitting next to me on the other hand, she wouldn’t look at him at all.

I so badly wanted to ask him if he read the book, took a $2K course, and or came up with all of his peacocking on his own from watching the tv show and or reading their website, and from the look in his eyes, he was new.  So I just eyeballed him, and watched him squirm a little. 

At 5th Avenue the doors opened, attractive gal stepped out, and the “Gamer” and his accomplice followed suit.

Not sure if he was successful with that gal or not, but given him two months…he’ll either be getting laid left and right, or he’ll be 15 grand in credit card debt from all of his shopping sprees.