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The artful seducer
Erik Von Markovik, aka the pickup master "Mystery," chats about the "Venusian Arts," sexual psychology and why he can help 40-year-old virgins everywhere get laid.
By Tracy Clark-Flory [2007-08-06]
"It's just not part of my reality"
This is by the far the stupidest phrase ever uttered. But let me tell you a little story that IS part of MY reality.
I went to LA to visit two of my college girlfriends last year. On Friday night, we decided to hit up the "LA Club Scene" and ended up at some too-cool-for-school club full of financial types and bottle blondes. I gather, very typical LA.
At some point, we're at the bar and some girls next to us are giggling about the Cat in the Hat that just walked in the door. I burst out laughing when I saw this monstrosity in a feathered hat and more eyeliner than I would EVER wear.
I guess he saw me laughing because he made a bee-line toward the three of us.
About 10 feet from his target, he decides to act so very cool and saunters over about 3 people down the bar. Unfortunately, for us, when he realized we didn't care where he went he came over.
This was the conversation:
Him: You look like you're in one of those tight-ass ***** jobs.
Me: Um, ok. Bye. [walking away]
Him: [grabbing arm, laughing] No, wait, I didn't mean to be rude, you just look like one of those little girls who knows her way around a board room.
Me: Um, ok. Bye. [second attempt to walk away].
Him: [again with the arm grabbing] Listen beautiful, I'm just trying to appease my curiosity, if you tell me what you do, I'll let you go.
Me: I'm an attorney.
Him: Ah, I love female attorneys, they're always so damn good in bed.
Me: Super. Can I have my arm back now?
Him: You're not very nice. I like that.
Me: Um, ok. Bye. [finally managed to disengage my arm and walk away]
Him: [under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear] ****ing *****.
To all the men thinking of buying whatever this loser is selling, please don't.
-- BearHoney
Apparently some of these girls already know about this community:
http://princessmc.proboards66.com/index.cgi?board=television&action=display&thread=1186353456&page=2
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The artful seducer
Erik Von Markovik, aka the pickup master "Mystery," chats about the "Venusian Arts," sexual psychology and why he can help 40-year-old virgins everywhere get laid.
By Tracy Clark-Flory [2007-08-06]
"It's just not part of my reality"
This is by the far the stupidest phrase ever uttered. But let me tell you a little story that IS part of MY reality.
I went to LA to visit two of my college girlfriends last year. On Friday night, we decided to hit up the "LA Club Scene" and ended up at some too-cool-for-school club full of financial types and bottle blondes. I gather, very typical LA.
At some point, we're at the bar and some girls next to us are giggling about the Cat in the Hat that just walked in the door. I burst out laughing when I saw this monstrosity in a feathered hat and more eyeliner than I would EVER wear.
I guess he saw me laughing because he made a bee-line toward the three of us.
About 10 feet from his target, he decides to act so very cool and saunters over about 3 people down the bar. Unfortunately, for us, when he realized we didn't care where he went he came over.
This was the conversation:
Him: You look like you're in one of those tight-ass ***** jobs.
Me: Um, ok. Bye. [walking away]
Him: [grabbing arm, laughing] No, wait, I didn't mean to be rude, you just look like one of those little girls who knows her way around a board room.
Me: Um, ok. Bye. [second attempt to walk away].
Him: [again with the arm grabbing] Listen beautiful, I'm just trying to appease my curiosity, if you tell me what you do, I'll let you go.
Me: I'm an attorney.
Him: Ah, I love female attorneys, they're always so damn good in bed.
Me: Super. Can I have my arm back now?
Him: You're not very nice. I like that.
Me: Um, ok. Bye. [finally managed to disengage my arm and walk away]
Him: [under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear] ****ing *****.
To all the men thinking of buying whatever this loser is selling, please don't.
-- BearHoney
Apparently some of these girls already know about this community:
http://princessmc.proboards66.com/index.cgi?board=television&action=display&thread=1186353456&page=2