on 12-Aug-2018 (Sun)

TD: Which mango is better: mango hurricane or mango breeze? HB: Mango hurricane. TD: Awesome. I'll have the breeze. HB: Ha ha, okay. Which booster do you want? TD: What are boosters? HB: Those things on the sign on the wall. TD: Ooh, so I can get like vitamins and energy and shit in it. Awesome! I'll be like a new man after I drink this. This is the shit! HB: Ha ha. TD: High-five! HB: Okay! (She high-fives me.) Wow! That was like the coolest thing that's happened to me all day. TD: Pretty bored, huh? HB: Yeah, it sucks here. TD: Hmm, well, guess what? HB: What?

TD: I love you. HB: Ha ha. Urn, okay. I love you too. TD: Awesome! We're going to get married. Wow, you can really find love in the strangest of places, like right here at the Booster Juice. HB: Ha ha. TD: Wait a sec. I know, close your eyes. HB: Why? TD: Just do it. HB: Are you gonna steal my cash register or something? TD: No, nothing like that. I swear. Remember, I love you. HB: Okay, (closes eyes)

HB: Aaaaaaaahhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhh! All these people started looking over at me. She was freaking out, screaming her head off like a banshee, flailing her arms around and shit. I was thinking, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I knew this shit would backfire someday. Fuck. I should have waited for more lOls or something. Fuck I thought I had the lOls! I'm never doing this ever again!" TD: Urn, I said I loved you first. HB: Aaaaaaaahhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhh! TD: Urn, are you okay? HB: Aaaaaaaahhhh! TD: Uh-oh. HB: Urn, okay. That will be five dollars and thirty-one cents. Aaaaaaaahhhh!

She was trying to regain her composure by talking, but she kept screaming intermittently. TD: Please calm down. HB: Urn, yeah. I'm okay. What's your name? TD: Please don't call the police on me. HB: No, no. It's just for the computer. I ask everyone. TD: Okay. It's Tyler.

HB: Wow, that's an awesome name. TD: Urn, thanks. What's your name? HB: Lauren. TD: I like that. HB: Oh my God, that was the most awesome thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life! TD: Cool! HB: Oh my God, you rock. Oh my God, I love you! That was fucking awesome! TD: Glad to be of service. I promise I'll come back. I'll make you close your eyes again. HB: Will you do more next time? [winks, implying sex, I suppose) TD: I won't let you down. You know I love you. HB: I'm looking forward to it. TD: Wow, it looks so cool back there. Give me the backstage tour. HB: Okay, c'mon back.

Then I totally chickened out. I was like, "I can't handle this shit! I met this girl not even two minutes ago!" There were literally fifty people all staring at me, watching the chick open the door for me to come back there with her. They were all looking like, "What the fuck is going on?" And it was making me really uncomfortable. With hindsight now, I would have done it. But at the time, I was so taken by surprise. So I said: TD: Urn, actually I'm in a major rush. HB: Will I see you again? TD: Well, I'm leaving town tomorrow. HB: Okay, what about after work? TD: Urn, I have to go hang out with my friends. I'll come back tomorrow and we'll go out then. HB: Okay. Oh my God, that rocked! Wow! Then I turned around and walked off. —TD

Trust, I always told women, is something you must earn. And he would have to earn my trust again.

I've finally figured out the formula for getting rapport with a woman. Are you ready?" Big pause. "Rapport equals trust plus comfort!"

I don't trust people who don't look me in the eye when they meet me.

evolution phase-shift routine

When I introduced them to Papa, he immediately came to life. He took the sunglasses off his head and put them on Laurie—a move Mystery had taught him in Toronto when he asked how to keep the target from wander- ing off while being ignored.

He then started running my value- demonstrating routine about C-shaped smiles versus U-shaped smiles.

I wanted to get myself tested for everything. I was too neurotic to be so promiscuous.

And AMOGing—or cutting a competitive male cockblock out of a set—appealed to his subversive side; stealing a woman from the jocks who used to pick on him in school was a taste far sweeter than simply seducing a woman sitting alone in a cafe.

AMOG Hey girls, what's up? PUA Hey dude (put your hands in the air like you give up), I will pay you a hundred dollars right now to take these girls away from me. (The girls will go, "No, no. We love you PUA." And they'll giggle and crawl on you, which is immediately deflating to the guy.)

MOG (Shows signs that he wants to fight) PUA Ha ha, dude. Are you like trying to pick a fight with me? Ha ha. Okay, okay. Hold up, hold up. Wait a sec. We'll do even better. First, we'll have an arm-wrestling competition. Then, we'll do one-armed push-ups. And last, pose-down! (Then start flexing and go, "Ladies?" They'll start saying how you're so strong. The AMOG will look like a tool because you're making him seem like he's trying too hard to impress the girls with his physical superiority.)

AMOG Hey man, keep talking. Lets hear your pitch. Pick these girls up, man. You're doing awesome. PUA Hey, you know I've gotta try to impress you cool London guys

rugby-shirt-wearing guys or shiny-shoes guys or whatever). You guys fucking rock. (The point is to cut him down on whatever limited amount of knowledge you have of him, even if its not relevant. He'll feel uncomfortable and his body language will show it.)

AMOG: Is that design on your shirt a sphincter? Man, you're going to need somebody to protect you, mate. You're going to have all the guys into you. PUA: Dude, that's why I rolled up on you. I need you, man. Help me, please, man. I look at you, and I just know that you were born to protect my sphincter.

when you have an AMOG who knows the game, you have to go further. Put him in the position of trying too hard to be your friend or joke about hiring him to do jobs that are beta to you. Say, "You're like a comedian, but you don't have to be funny for me to like you." Or, "Man, that's great. You should like design my website or something.")

AMOG: [Starts touching you to show dominance) PUA: Ha ha, dude. I'm not into guys, man. Dude, the gay club is over there. Hands off the merchandise, buddy. (The girls laugh at him, then he starts qualifying himself to you that he's not gay.)

AMOG: (Gets in your face) PUA: (Silence) (Don't respond. Just stand there quietly. If he keeps trying to out-alpha you and you don't answer, eventually he looks beta because he is trying too hard to get your attention. Another trick is to make let's-get-out-of-here motions with your eyes to the girls—mimic what they do to each other when you're running a bad set—and they'll leave with you.)

If an AMOG is with the girls I'm sarging, the goal is to neutralize him. If he's just met the girls, the goal is to blow him out.

AMOGing works best with the right body language. When you say these lines, you want to have a big smile on your face. If you can, elbow him hard in the chest or slap him on the back hard enough to make him spit up his drink. All this has to be under the guise of being friendly. And then (and this happened to me) tell him, "Fair play, mate," and offer him your hand. When he reaches to shake your hand, pull away at the last minute. Tool him con- stantly.

Also, you can use an AMOG's work for yourself. He lines 'em up, you knock 'em down. This is something I do a lot. I let a guy pick a girl up and increase her buying temperature, then I go in and out-alpha him. I say he's creepy to the girls, and then remove them from him. The girls are already aroused, so they are still in state based on what the AMOG did. I can do this on maybe 90 percent of sets I approach where a natural AMOG is talking to a girl.

I was getting tired asking girls if they thought spells worked or if they wanted to take the best friends test or if they noticed how their nose wiggled when they laughed.

all human problems fall into one of three areas: health, wealth, and relationships

PAPA: Hey, I need a female opinion on something? PARIS: (Smiles and looks up) Okay. PAPA: Would you date a guy who was still friends with his ex-girlfriend? PARIS: Yeah. I think so. Sure. I started to walk away, then turned back and continued the conversation.

PAPA: Hmm. Actually, this is a two-part question. PARIS: (Smiles and giggles) PAPA: Imagine you were dating a guy who was still friends with his ex-girlfriend. And you were going to move in with him but he had a drawer with pictures of his ex-girlfriend—not nudie pictures or anything, just regular pictures and some letters. PARIS: Ooh. I would so get rid of them. I would put them in a box. I cut her off and continued with the opener.

PAPA: Do you think its unreasonable for her to want him to get rid of those pictures? PARIS: Oh, for sure. I dated a guy who did that, and I tossed them. PAPA: Wow! The reason why I asked was because I have a friend in the same situation, and she burned them. PARIS: Yes. That's what I should have done. [Smiles] PAPA: Hmm. Cool. Paris finished getting her salsa, then took her salsa containers and started to walk away.

PAPA: Hey, you know, you look like a little cartoon version of Britney Spears. Oh, maybe its just your teeth. Paris put her salsa container back on the table, looked at me, and smiled. Then I told her Style's Cs versus Us routine. PAPA: Yeah! You have Britney teeth. Well, that's what my ex-girlfriend said. I mean, she has a theory that girls who have teeth in a wide C-shape, like Britney Spears, are perceived as good girls, no matter how many guys they hook up with. You have the same kind of C-shaped teeth. PARIS: (Excited and smiling) Oh, yeah? PAPA: Hey, I mean, just look at the smiles of the cover girls on magazines. They have the same kind of teeth. Well, at least that's what she said. She even got surgery done to her teeth because she had U-shaped teeth, like Christina Aguilera. She said U-shaped teeth are perceived as unfriendly, and that's why Christina Aguilera has the bad girl reputation and Britney Spears doesn't.

PARIS: [Smiles) Wow. We walked to the counter and she grabbed her food. I acted as if I were going to leave, but don't think I'm going to leave Paris without proper game. She had her food and was about to exit the restaurant, so I had to keep her there. I looked over my shoulder and continued the conversation. PAPA I have an intuition about you. PARIS: What? She put her food down and looked at me.

PAPA: You know, I can tell you deep insights about yourself just by asking three questions. PARIS: Oh yeah? PAPA: Yeah. Here, come over to this table. PARIS: Okay, sure. I sat down at a nearby table, and she placed her food on the table and sat across from me. When she sat down, she smiled. I knew I was set and that it was time to work solid game. For the next fifteen minutes, we shared some sto- ries about Hollywood and talked about commonalities. I did some qualifying, gave her some Speed Seduction patterns, and told her some socially proofed higher-value stories.

PAPA: Well, my friend taught me this fascinating visualization technique called the Cube. He's over there right now, and we just finished shopping for a house over there [pointing in the direction of the Holly- wood Hills). I've been living in a hotel for the last ten weeks. Ugh. PARIS: Oh yeah! Which one? PAPA: The Furama. PARIS: [Nods] Yeah, I live right up the street on Kings Road. PAPA: Cool. I'll be your neighbor. I'm moving into a house on Londonderry. It's a great place, and I already have so much heart for it. My friend Style and I are talking about making it a place for after-parties. PARIS: Cooool. PAPA: Okay. Are you ready for the Cube?

PARIS: Yes. Sure. [Smiles) PAPA [Escalating the yes-ladder) Before I start, I need to ask you a few questions. Are you intelligent? PARS: Yes. PAPA Are you intuitive? PARIS: Yes. PAPA Do you have a good imagination? PARIS: Yes. PAPA: Okay. Great! We'll continue then. Imagine you're driving in the desert and you see a cube. How big is the cube? PARIS: Its really big! PAPA: How big is that? PARIS: As big as a hotel.

Though I knew who she was, I didn't give it away and acknowledge she was a Hilton. PAPA: Hmm. Interesting. Okay, so what color is it? PARIS: Pink. PAPA: Cool. Is if something you can see through or is it solid? PARIS: You can see right through it. PAPA: Rock on! Now, lets add a ladder. Where is the ladder in relation to the cube? PARIS: Its leaning against the cube, going into the middle of it. PAPA: Ah! I would have expected you to say that. PARIS: Yeah. (Smiles and giggles) PAPA: Yeah. So let's add one more thing to your picture. Lets add a horse. Where is the horse in relation to everything in your picture?

PARIS: Its sleeping. PAPA: Where is it sleeping? PARIS: In front of the cube. PAPA: Wow. Interesting. (Pause) Okay. Are you ready to find out what all of this mean? (Pause) It doesn't mean anything! No, just kidding. The cube represents what you think of yourself. Its your ego. Now, your cube is pretty big. You have a lot of self-confidence. Its not super- huge. I mean, it's not like you have a huge ego, but you definitely carry yourself with a lot of confidence. Also, your cube is pink.

PARIS: Yeah. That's my favorite color. PAPA: Well, pink is also a color that is playful and bright, and you chose that because you carry yourself with the same kind of energy. You are the kind of person who really likes to have fun and party, but you are also the kind of person who just enjoys being in other people's company. PARIS: Yes.

APA: And your cube is something that you can see right through. Now, that represents how people interact with you because you are the kind of person who even when people first meet you, they can see right through you. You really connect with people and that rocks. PARIS: What's your name? PAPA: Papa. What's your name? PARIS: Paris. PAPA: Rock on. I feel like we have so much to talk about. PARIS: Yes. PAPA: We should definitely party it up together sometime. PARIS: Yes. We should. PAPA: Here.

I gave her a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote down her first and last name, and then handed it to me, expecting to impress me and get a wow response. But I didn't give her any response, as if I had no idea who she was. Then I handed it back to her. PAPA: Here. PARIS: Okay. Write it down right here? PAPA: Yes. PARIS: This is my cell phone. PAPA: Cool. PARIS: Yeah. We should definitely meet up. PAPA: Yeah. Rock on. I'll see ya, kid. I walked back to see the boys at the table outside.

"The world is what you think it is." In other words, if you believe that you need to have a harem and having a harem is normal, women will agree to it. It's simply your reality. However, if you want a harem but secretly feel that it's cheating and unethical, you'll never have one.

"No. One of my students was telling me about a technique he once used to get a threesome started. You should try it. Just suggest an innocent three-way massage. See what happens."

I steadied my nerves and took the risk. "I just experienced the most amazing thing," I told the girls. "I went to San Diego and hung out with my friend Steve P., who's a guru and a shaman. And he had two of his students perform what he called a dual-induction massage on me. Their hands were moving in perfect synchronization on my back. And be- cause your conscious mind can't process all those movements, it discon

273 nects and you feel like there are thousands of hands massaging you. It was amazing."

If you describe anything with enthusiasm and congruence, people will want to try it—especially if you don't give them the opportunity to say no. "Get on your stomach," I told Isabel. Since she was the girl most likely to be jealous, I knew we'd need to massage her first. I kneeled on her right side and positioned Hea on the left, telling her to follow my movements exactly.

I was so nervous my hand started shaking, just like at my humiliating high-school lunch with Elisa. I pulled Isabel's face close to mine and began making out with her. As we kissed, I lowered our bodies until we were prac- tically lying on top of Hea, who was trapped under us. Then I turned Hea's face toward me and began kissing her. She responded. It was working.

The experience has to be about your girlfriend's pleasure, not yours. She has to be the lead sled dog—as he put it—and your main ob- jective is to make sure she's always comfortable and feeling good. "Is this making you uncomfortable?" I asked the lead sled dog. "A little," she said.

I opened with jealous girlfriend. I gave myself a time constraint. I negged the target about her hoarse voice. I did the best friends test. C-shaped smiles versus U-shaped smiles. ESP experiment.

Evolution phase-shift. Smell. Pull hair. Bite arm. Bite neck. "How do you rate yourself as a kisser on a scale of one to ten?" Suddenly, Faith jumped out of her seat. "I'm getting too turned on," she said. "I have to leave."

I couldn't figure out if she was just giving me an excuse because I had made a mistake at some point in the sarge, or if I was really that good. I approached a nearby set—two hippie girls on a bender—and was in with them instantly. Ten minutes into our conversation, however, Faith re- turned, grabbed my hand, and said, "Let's go to the bathroom."

"I felt our connection all night. Even when I was talking to those two other girls, I saw you looking at me."