The Game of a Pick-Up Artist
71Chapter I: The Story
I guess I'll warn you right now: This is not a love story.
Although this is a story of my search for love, this more accurately
depicts a struggle between love and seduction. This is about a journey
and about the lessons I've learned and experiences I've had with many
different women.
This search has lead me to believe that women have no idea about what
they want. I've read numerous book and have experimented with numerous
ideas and "pick-up" techniques used and invented by the greatest
pick-up artists in the world (at least the most "underground" popular
ones). The more I see them fall for these programed actions the less
respect I seem to have for them. This may be a downside of being a
"PUA" but, I can't possibly love women any more then I already do.
I once promised to never end the story without finding true love, but
it seems the ending will be different then once hoped. It'll be a more
realistic ending. A more acceptable one.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did experience it.
This is a story about those women...
A Momento of When I Killed John G.
Chapter II: The Girl
Danica was your average insecure teen going through her most destructive ages.
She was the one you could easily fall in love with. She’s taught me, as well as Style and Mystery have taught me, about the game. Other strategies, clearer definitions, and also giving me one hell of an experience. Although I’ve stated that this was not a love story, I wish I regret not being able to do so.
She was definitely something special. The type of girly tomboy every friend would fall for but also the one girl you could never achieve to get because she was just “that” friend. I made sure to tell her just that. She was special especially to me.
She would be my greatest downfall and my greatest motivator. Every time I messed up with that girl (and any girl) I would study women in books and then go out and experience more. I would read from the best, discuss with the up-and-coming PUAs, and then go to the bars and clubs to defeat the worst. I was a train when it came to being destroyed by a woman I couldn’t have.
As a matter of fact my friend called me to go drink with her and her girlfriend. I guess it’s time to train again. I want to be the best. I will be the best.
To be continued...
Chapter III: The Chess Board
I remember the time when I talked to Jeff about how close I was to finally having a girlfriend. But he gave me a strong dose of reality when he told me how easy it was for him to hook up with his ex-girlfriend anytime he wanted to. Even when she had a boyfriend.
And that’s what finally got to me. I needed to know. I just did. But I didn’t know that my paranoia would lead to the destruction of what could have been.
I gave her the Ultimatum. You know… “it’s either me or him.“
That’s when it happened. That’s when I learned a valuable lesson of how funny it was when women talk about love and romance that when “it” finally comes knocking at the door they’re too afraid to answer it.
“You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is right in front of you and your going to turn your back on it.” --Cruel Intentions.
That was the 1st time it happened, but certainly not the last. She just couldn’t risk loosing such a “great” guy. Not even to me.
But it would have a positive effect on me. I would learn. Study. Experiment. I couldn’t loose. I was getting cocky with everyone. I wanted to be stronger. Smarter. Better. I wanted to become the best. I wanted my revenge on women. It was time to finish The Game and learn about "The Mystery Method."
Chapter IV: The Plan
When you love someone and love is not returned something inside happens to a man. He either chooses to drop it, or he chooses to use it.
I wanted to use it. All of it. All my anger. All my hatred. I wanted to prove to myself I can be better. I can be better then anyone. I can be better then that asshole Raymond.
I studied harder. It didn't end with just The Game. It didn't end with Mystery Method. It didn't end with Body Language books. I watched movies, videos, went out, and experimented. I created my own techniques.
The weaknesses of my teachers were my strengths. Clubs were my playgrounds. With the Mystery Method, body language books, and The Game to put it all together, I felt invincible. My first chance to prove myself came upon me when I visited my first playground with Mark. I went barhopping in Ocean Beach.
Although I have this rule to never hit on women in front of my friends, even my closest friend Mark Rivera, rules change when your drunk.
I was currently working on my kino. The art of touch. Women like to be playfully touched especially if she's the one touching you back. The girl I met was named Nicole. I told her I was a student. She thought I was too young for her.
"I'm a student"
"Oh your way too young"
"I know, sucks for you. haha. Just kidding. *touch*"
I gave her a late time constraint by telling her my friends were leaving so we exchanged numbers after she read my palms. As I walked towards the bathroom I saw a group of women with one of them wearing a bride's headpiece thing (I don't really know what it's called). I started a conversation with her friends making sure to rock my body a certain way as if I could leave anytime.
I saw the bride kiss one of her girlfriends and left.
I hate it when women act like they're lesbians for attention. I think it's desperate and played out. Especially when you've dated a couple of REAL bisexual women.
I later came back to my group of friends and went out the front door and told mark about the wannabe lesbians.
"Let's go back!!!" he exclaimed.
"Hell no! I never go back on a set I left. It looks too needy. And besides, for a set that big I need a wingman."
"I'll be your wingman."
"You sure? You know what your doing? I don't think you do."
"I'll do it. Fine. I'll do this for you."
I went back in and used the ol' "did you see that fight outside" routine, except it really happened.
The girl caught on quick that I was hitting on her. She failed to realize that it actually happened in the last bar we saw them. Not only that, but it happened right NEXT to them! How could they have missed it?
"If you want to hit on a girl your suppose to buy her a drink."
"Hahaha are you serious? Oh your serious."
I bid farewell to her and her friends and took my leave.
Mark failed to help me out. What's worse then not having a wingman is having one next to you just standing there like dead weight.
"What happened out there Mark!?!"
"I was talking to that guy!"
"What the fuck! Dude your suppose to talk to the other girls to keep they're attention from distracting me with my target. That way I could isolate."
"Oh. Next time."
"There won't be one."
We left and I was completely trashed. I was doing my drunken walk back to Mark's friends' place. And started blabbing about the game and trying to diagnose anything I've done wrong. And that's when it started. I analyzed every night I went out, every sarge, every pick-up, every single conversation.
There was no such thing as a "bitch." If I fucked up it was my fault and it was my job to find out where I fucked up.
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Chapter V: Accepting Foolishness
I can name so many mistakes I made in order to study the affects of the game. I lost so many good girls that could have potentially been my girlfriend. For instance I was talking to my old friend Erik about the time I was testing out negs and a jealousy theory at his birthday party. It was the day I met Raina.
The other woman’s name was… let’s just say her name was Annie. The person I’m talking about will eventually read this and figure out I’m actually talking about her. I’ve tagged her in everything I’ve written so far (as she requested) and it’ll be easy for her to figure out why I haven’t tagged her in this one.
Annie was one of the cutest, most intelligent, and wisest writers I’ve ever met. She had my dream job. She was a bloody journo. Name dropping at Erik’s party like there was no tomorrow. I neged the shit out of her. It was probably one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. I had little practice with negs and I was abusing them when I knew she already was attracted to me by the way she would sit on my lap. That was the day I found out that women had a threshold when it came to negs.
I didn’t stop there. I pulled the jealousy tactic I’ve been working on for weeks or even months. I haven’t perfected it yet so I bombed that night. I was holding the other girl too long. I was suppose to play my cards right but I didn’t. 8-10 minutes. That was the rule of thumb. I surpassed it by at least double. I still remember what happened when my time limit was up. “Fine!” she said as she held the guy next to her after ranting about how she misses sex.
Sex is kind of a deal breaker for me. Simply because I don’t look for it. If you mention sex to me and how much you want it, then I simply ignore you as if you were making out with another girl to gain attention.
I ended that night falling asleep next to a girl I just met while someone played guitar for us the whole night we fell asleep. It was a nice consolation prize to end the night. It was until I found out the girl I wanted made out with a guy that eventually physically abuse her. She got a restraining order against him. Haha. Fuck My Life.
Updated on Tuesday
Peggy 'Syrena' Cheungcan u show me some negs guys do to girls?Tue at 11:13pJojo Josafatanything that confuses you to the point where your wondering if you just got put down is neg. Look out for those in Vegas lol.
Chapter VI: The Power of Body Language
The game was getting easier for me. I was working on my body language
book that I brought everywhere. I originally got it for my business
degree because of the importance of the message you send present when
speaking in corporate America. There were about maybe 15-20 pages on
women while the rest of the 200 or so pages were for business tactics.
I began first practicing Body Language (or BL for short) on a girl
named Zuli. It was a Persian girl I met outside my house late at night
on the day of my birthday. I practiced Mystery’s Method of ignoring her
till the end and began building rapport by showing her confidence when
I really didn’t have it yet. She ended up staring at me the entire
night. As I read her, I noticed she wanted me bad.
Couple of days later she would send me messages hinting on how she
wanted to fuck me. In her sexually frustration of thinking I didn't
have a clue she eventually gave up and told me how hard she wanted to
fuck me. “I want to fuck you so hard right now” she texted me. I wanted
to also. But I regretfully declined. She was too young. Even I wouldn’t
go for a girl that young. I showed Danica the text message she sent me
and told her everything I knew about the game. She would give me tips
and help me out with my later sarges for she was the one that taught me
brand new ideas.
I was getting better and better and I knew it. I was happy. I
could get more women then the average guy and I didn’t have to
sacrifice any of my personality to get to it. I just showed women my
best side for them to accept my worst.
After Mark gave up and eventually thought “looking good” was
better then the way you speak I made a promise to myself. It was a
promise to never stop learning about women even if I thought I was the
best. In order to be the best and this was the only way to achieve it.
I wasn’t hurting anyone. I was just giving women a chance to let them
know who I was. Who I really was.
Chapter VII: The Brith of a Pseudonym
"She said don't, don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime
a dozen. Boys like you are a dime a dozen." --Taking Back Sunday
I started wanting to know more about women the more I found out. I
wanted an explanation for my failed attempts at women in high school.
As I learned more behind the psychology of women I thirsted more for as
much information there was given. I studied as I talked to women asking
them what they find attractive and at the same time using the
information from them to them. But in order to achieve my goal I had to
shed every thought and every idea I had on what women wanted. I had to
change my ideology as much as I could. So I let go of my former self
and adopted what my friends called me the first time I went to Vegas.
The identity they gave me was known as Jo Black.
With my new identity I could successfully separate my dark side
from my light. Mixing them together could drive me mad. So I went on
knowing that I wasn't Jojo anymore. I showed a different side of myself
when I went out.
The night Jo Black was conceived I spent an entire night with a
Haitian woman. My friends thought they saw me making out with her the
whole night but when I went to kiss her I only made sure to go 90% of
the way. I eventually found out that she didn't kiss me because she had
a boyfriend waiting for her outside. I thought I could go for the kiss
because she stated, "this is how you make love to a 'black girl.'" What
a night. I still believe I could have kissed her but I was way too
inexperienced to know what I was doing. I would eventually save my
first kiss as a PUA for a beautiful woman named May the next time I
went clubbing.
With the birth of this new persona, I would be able to reach new
heights that my former self only hoped for but could never even imagine.
Picture Compliments of Jane
Chapter VII (Part ii): Meat Jo Black
Meet Jo Black: The Rules of Attraction ii
Current mood: recumbentWhy did they call me Jo Black? To make a long story short it's what happened in Vegas.
Now to make a short story long:
It started about a week and a half ago when I told Mark I'd go with him to Vegas. On Friday we scouted the clubs. That night Marvin and Mark had no trouble meeting girls and I couldn't take my mind off of it the night afterwards. Mark and Marvin said I needed to "step it up tomorrow." They also told me that before our Vegas trip all "the guys" (our friends in San Diego) thought that out of the three of us, I would need to be winged the most during the trip. I thought to myself, "wow, these guys think I'm horrible at meeting women."
Then I said "Fuck it it's Vegas" nobody knows me here. I'm someone different. So I became who I wanted to be that night on Saturday.
I started off by making friends with everyone around us in the line. Partly cause I wanted to know which one of them was single
I used a simple and generic opener that consisted of asking where the nearest bar was.
As soon as we got into club Tryst (a 4 hour wait in line) I immediately had friends who urged me to dance with their new found Caucasian friend! (haha) and that's only how it began! I was asking one girl after the other. In the end I met a girl from Haiti (I'm still not completely sure where it is) she said something about it being in or around Jamaica... I dunno.
We danced the rest of the night away to songs that contained the lyrics shawtay, let me buy u a drank, and bartender. She showed me some moves and even taught me a couple about slowing the grinding down
OoOoh my...
Never danced with any one that could keep up with me and non the less better then me! She told me I danced very good and repeatedly told me that how I dance is "how I should have sex with a black girl." She repeated saying that about every other song (about 6 times)
Come to think of it I think she was trying to say something lol... but I told the guys I wouldn't do the deed unless there was at least two out of the three of us that was going to. (Never leave a man down)
oh well there's always next time... (August 9, 10, and 11)
[Blogged July 23, 2007]
RED RuFiO
Couldn't Been written any Better!!! When can I chill wit 'JO BLACK'... It is WHAT it is...Ready?? 8/9-11
Posted by RED RuFiO on Jul 23, 2007 9:01 PM
Posted by bg JOJO at 3:54 AM
[A Personal Message For her]
I took someone's advice and went to the beach. It was so beautiful. The sun was actually shinning and there wasn't as many clouds. She still does affect me. I guess I was just waiting for her responce and I got one I didn't expect.
[A Note to the Reader]
I've hidden the last entry because of how foolish, childish, and immature I was being. The Game of a Pick-Up Artist Chapter IX coming soon...
Chapter IX: You and Me in Another Universe
"She says, 'Go live up to your first impression. My best side is your worst dimention.'" --Taking Back Sunday
She looked at me and said, "I want to see your room" -"Danica"
Okay. I replied. She was sitting too close to me. Touching her hair and showing her neck to me. She smelt so good, it was like a sweet candy flower. I wanted her so bad. And I knew from all the little hints she was giving that she was thinking the same thing.
So we went upstairs to my room. There were no chairs in my room for the obvious reason that she would have to sit on my bed. She immediatley senced the sexual tension and knew instantaniously that I was nervous and that I was thinking of sex as much as she would or anyone would.
"We don't have to stay here," she said to break the silence. so I immediatly took her offer of escape and got up first and left. I was safe from being "just that guy" that she could just hook up with whenever she was horney. The one she could call for when she felt the urge.
After that day I constantly wonder about that momment. If I just acted on instinct and kissed her. If I just grabbed her by the waist and showed her what it could be like to be with me. Then threw her on my bed and shown her what she's been wondering. Shown her what she's been dreaming about. "I dream about you. I dream about giving you the best sex you've ever had."
I don't regret telling my decision. I told myself the whole time it was happening that if I didn't fuck her she'd respect me. She'd want more then just sex. She'd want the relationship I always dreamt of. In some other universe we did have sex.
We'd be together right now.
Just you and me. I miss you and I'm sorry about my decision. I just wanted to protect you. But your the only one that can't read this.
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