Razor Sharp said:
The term "sore loser" comes to mind here.
You might be right. I just could never get my head around "sales". I know people who do it reasonably well...I know this one ugly, depressed MF who I met on a forum once...pulls arse more than 98% of people on this forum because he "tells them what they want to hear". I'm a brutally honest person, myself.
You say, "marketing is what matters"...which is true in a lot of cases, but that doesn't make the product itself any better. Marketing is a way of taking advantage of people who fail to think for themselves.
Sales, to me, is "creating the illusion of value where none exists". Essentially, giving something value not based on merit, but on perspective.
You really have to BELIEVE your own BS to do that kind of thing...and that's a big part of "pick-up game" as well. My "game" was sharpest when I believed my own BS. I was at a point once where I was so wrapped up in my own nonsense that it almost felt tangible, like I had almost sold myself on it. During that time, my "game" was hands-down THE strongest that it had ever been.
Then I had an epiphany. Like when you're trying to joke with/f*ck with someone and you're trying desperately to keep a straight face and be believable, but you just bust out laughing because you realize how full of sh*t you are. It happened at the most unlikely of times, too...when I was half-naked on my living-room floor with THE most beautiful woman I had ever hooked up with up to that point. I guess my mind just snapped out of disbelief or something...who knows. I remember distinctly saying to myself in my head, "What the f**k am I doing here?? With THIS girl??"
Since then, I've always looked with a certain measure of disgust at people who still have yet to have their, "Emperor has no clothes" moment...and laughed at the people who were so taken in by "marketing" that they were too blind to see it.
Most of this seduction stuff runs off of the power of suggestion. It's not the "material", it's the suggestion that the new "Juan" is armed with a weapon of immense power in the form of "DYD" or some other romantic advice. The very sensation of "I CAN" empowers him to try, and he finds that he indeed CAN. But is it the "material"? Or is it just that initial burst of confidence driving him to do what he NATURALLY KNEW how to do anyway??
And what happens when that burst of confidence leads him to a place where even HE cannot imagine himself? His "world" cracks and then shatters.