You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
I have to agree with xblitz.Originally posted by xblitz44x
"He is a showman / club entertainer and that is why he does get chicks (groupies?) at the end of night because he was the "rockstar" and center of attention. The guy is a different animal - not really a normal PUA. "
Bingo. His look reflects the rockstar image. That's where and why he scores. It's his image. No, not how handsome he is, but the IMAGE, the persona. Who really knows what he's like as a person, or what is *really* behind that image? But when a (certain) woman sees him, she is drawn to his image and as long as he doesn't fvck it up, he scores.
Originally posted by xblitz44x
Bingo. His look reflects the rockstar image. That's where and why he scores. It's his image. No, not how handsome he is, but the IMAGE, the persona. Who really knows what he's like as a person, or what is *really* behind that image?
What you're referring to is congruency, which I think Mystery has no doubt have handled 100%. But, in accordance to your first sentence, I don't see how just by image alone, you can score. You need to have social skills, not just by going with solely one's image.But when a (certain) woman sees him, she is drawn to his image and as long as he doesn't fvck it up, he scores. However, whether or not he can actually keep that illusion going for any substantial amount of time to keep a woman around is yet to be seen. Who he is inside will always come to the surface eventually, and if it doesn't match the image, the attraction goes bye-bye.
You don't get laid off of just image alone. Unless he was widely famous such as Brad Pitt A-list status. But that is not the case. If that statement were true of getting laid off of image alone, then a lot of people would be getting laid. You need to social skills to carry out the lay, the image just makes the opening easier for you.His 'game' and the tips that he's selling to guys without a clue are really doing nothing for him. He has an image and it's working for him and he would be getting laid with or without his little 'scripts'. Guys don't realize this and they attribute the success to what he says and the way he turns towards or away from a woman, yada yada. So they pay to learn that. And when it doesn't work for them the way it "works" for Mystery, they think "Hmmm, I guess it's because I have to learn to Neg-hit at this time, or I should done this here, or that there"...they never stop to think that they were never IN to begin with and no matter WHAT they did, it was never going to happen to begin with.
He is offering his services to men who are open minded and want to save a huge amount of time and learn the skills that get hot women. Who wouldn't want 10 years of experience helping them achieve the goal they want. It's no different than a course in learning how to do an activity such as a sport. He is just accelerating your learning curve to a high level so you know WHAT works and saves you an insane amount of trial and error. Mystery plays the 9 and 10 game, not the 8s and 7s(rarely).It's a matter of hope. Mystery is selling HOPE to men who feel hopeless that they can ever get a woman to like them. Plain and simple.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
The Seducer
In the game of love, Erik von Markovich, once a Dungeons and Dragons-playing teen in Suburban Toronto, has become a major player. Now going by the name Mystery, he's taught scores of men how to perfect the pickup.
By Christopher Shulgan
Mystery spied a slim, blond woman with a guileless, elfin smile. Her makeup glittered; her eyes sparkled. He approached her and she told him to beat it
During its lifespan, the message board at the online home of North America's thriving pickup-artist subculture, FastSeduction.com, has included some strange announcements. But few puzzled readers more than the one posted early the morning of March 24 by the group's unofficial guru, a man known among his acolytes as Mystery.
Born and raised in the Toronto area, Mystery, who also goes by the name Erik von Markovik, leads a series of educational seminars across the United States and Canada on what he calls the Mystery Method, which aims to teach men how to meet women. The two-day seminars cost about $650, and customers are willing to pay because Mystery has developed a reputation as one of the world's pre-eminent pickup artists. The system's hun_dreds of devoted practitioners quote its founder's wisdom the way Christians might recite the Gospel of John. "What he's done is reverse-engineered human behavior," says one follower.
Several weeks before Mystery's unexpected posting, writer Neil Strauss, in an article in The New York Times Style section, referred to the one-time Torontonian as "one of the most admired men in the world of seduction... [H]e has single-handedly invented much of the jargon and tac_tics that men around the world are using to meet women."
In fact, it was Mystery's stature among pickup artists that made his March 24 announcement so puzzling. His online disclosure consisted of a link to a self-created Internet movie along with a one-line announcement: "This is my new GF;" he wrote, using the community's abbreviation for girlfriend. "I am in love. She lives with me now. I'm very happy."
Among Mystery's pickup-artist peers, the reaction was swift and mixed. Everybody had questions, which were phrased with the disregard for gram-mar, spelling and punctuation that is typical of the group. "Your not ***** whipped are you?" asked a member. "I'm left scratching my head trying to figure out your motive for posting this...Why would you want to parade a woman you claim to be in love with on this place in this manner?" Typed another: "Is Mys going soft on us?" In this little-known backwater of the Internet, the alert was akin to a papal apostasy. The subtext was this: was the most prominent pickup artist of them all finally leaving the game?
For those of us unaware of Mystery and his peers, one of the most surprising things about the group of young males that calls itself the seduc_tion community is the fact that a seduction community even exists. It does, and it's bigger than one might expect: each day, hundreds of members from across North America log in to FastSeduction.com, or visit the alt.seduction.fast newsgroup. Thanks to the media attention he's generated, Mystery is the most prominent among dozens of gurus currently peddling educational materials in exchange for fees in the hundreds of dollars. And each month, groups of men gather in clubs and hotel conference rooms across North America to learn, and to trade, tactics that they believe will help them meet women.
For the romantically secure, the story of Mystery is significant because it represents a new phase in the way that technology and the legion of solitary pursuits it has spawned are fundamentally altering the dating game. Mystery and his cohorts are a new class of caballero, one whose members' ultimate aim—the very act of lady-killing itself—is a turn of events profoundly different from casual sex. The goal here? A long-term and loving relationship. In contrast to earlier generations, this new class of digital Don Juan doesn't want sex on Saturday night—or, rather, it doesn't just want sex on Saturday night—it also craves a partner to snuggle with on Sunday morning. Asked why he pursues the Mystery Method to the extent he does, one of the guru's most devoted disciples offers a response that's typical: "Dude," he says. "I want an awesome girlfriend."
That said, dating consultants are nothing new. Mystery-like educators for aspiring amorists were around long before Cyrano de Bergerac helped woo Roxane in the 1897 play by Edmond Rostand. Books that purport to teach one sex how to snare the other are stalwarts of the self-help publishing in_dustry; comparatively current examples include 1995's The Rules by Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider, and Eric Weber's recently updated guide, How to Pick Up Girls. On the Internet, the father of the seduction community is Ross Jeffries, author of How to Get the Women You Desire into Bed (1992). Jeffries' technique features something called Neuro-Linguist Programming, which is supposed to attract beautiful women. Jeffries, whose motto is, "You don't get laid, I don't get paid," charges an average admission fee of more than $1,000 for his seminars. By the mid-'90s his community of followers had established a thriving online presence in a newsgroup called alt.seduction.fast, where nascent Lotharios traded war stories and sought advice about how to bed the "gentler sex." But by 1998 his influence within the newsgroup was waning. Much of his advice was unhelpful to a younger generation of philanderers, who were more likely to make their approaches at nightclubs rather than the coffee shops, supermarkets and video stores that Jeffries favored. "I don't do clubs and bars," Jeffries acknowledges.
Mystery was different. He first stumbled upon the seduction community in September 1998, and his presence rapidly reinvigorated activity there. Alt.se_duction.fast, or ASF as it was known to frequent posters, was characterized by a communitarian ethic. Most of the posts were candid appeals for dating advice from adolescents and twenty-something males. Realizing that the time he'd spent in bars made him far more experienced at picking up than most of the newsgroup membership, Mystery began answering these appeals, and it soon became apparent that the advice he imparted to the sophomore seduc_tionistos contradicted much of the group's conventional wisdom. "Don't buy a girl a beer. Don't buy a girl a flower. In fact, don't think about picking her up," Mystery counseled one member. "Rather, think about attracting her [emphasis added]." Hostilities in the form of vituperative newsgroup posts, or "flames," developed between Mystery and a veteran poster, known as Jimmy the HuN, coincidentally also a resident of Toronto. Mystery challenged Jimmy to a battle: they would meet at a nightclub, and then compete to pick up the most beautiful woman. When Jimmy didn't show, Mystery convinced the rest of the newsgroup to ostracize him, effectively consolidating the new-comer's leadership.
From the beginning, Mystery preferred to keep his age and real identity secret. But as the months passed, he provided the then-fledgling seduction community with regular reports on his pickup experiences. The reports revealed details about his life. Mystery eked out a living as a magi_cian, performing for corporate parties and nightclubs in Toronto and, occasionally, Los Angeles. He was 6' 5", with a slim build, shoulder-length dark hair, hazel eyes and black-lacquered finger-nails. He lived in a suburb, but frequently traveled downtown to try to pick up women. At his busiest, in 2000, he went to clubs four nights a week and averaged three to five phone numbers a night. What the community referred to as "the game" was a compulsion he felt driven to pursue. But exactly what drove that compulsion Mystery didn't explain. After meeting with three other pickup artists, Mystery posted to the newsgroup: "It was almost weird to meet up with people who share my interest this much. I have felt rather alone in this obsession. My best friends in Toronto TOL_ERATE my little PU [pickup] hobby but I don't think they under-stand the ZEN behind it all...I LOVE talking about this **** and to do it live with people who share this obsession (without think_ing its WRONG or something) is awesome."
In 2001, three years after he rose to prominence in the seduction commu_nity, Mystery began staging the seminars that would eventually land him his reputation as North America's top pickup artist. Although his own reasons for beginning a "teaching career" were simply mercenary, Mystery succeeded in spinning these novel educational sessions to make it appear as if he were bowing to public demand. Here, Mystery took elaborate steps to protect his identity, even stipulating that prospective pupils sign a non-disclosure agree_ment. Students responded with enthusiasm."... [T]his was a great workshop and definitely worth the money. I feel that I can take the skills and knowledge I picked up... and in a month or two, after tons of practice, become GREAT at doing pickups in bars and clubs," one participant posted to the newsgroup.
One recent Saturday in Manhattan, approximately 20 men gathered in a Marriott Hotel conference room for an education in the Mystery Method. Among them was Bob Williams, a 31-year-old software developer who had that morning driven five hours from his home in Washington, D.C., specifically to learn from the master. "I expected to walk into a roomful of losers," says Williams. "But there was a real mix of people there, and pretty much everyone had successful careers. I mean, this wasn't exactly a model shoot for GQ, but there was a wide mix of all ages and types."
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Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.