Month: September 2016

The game is played in comfort

I am currently writing a post wrapping up the events of the last few weeks of my season. It’s a bit rambling so while you wait, I’ve decided to do a drive by opinion piece.

Firstly. I am now on Twitter. It’s fucking great. Twitter allows me to do two things:

  1. Force my opinion on people.
  2. Troll my mates.

I don’t know how to link to my twitter, but I seem to be @jimmy_jambone; don’t do what Jabba did and start tweeting @JimmyJamBone. Some poor middle aged dad from Missouri has logged in this week to find himself embroiled in a row (Deepakgate) between five 40 year old pickup artists over who is or who isn’t the real deal when it comes to chasing after 20 year old women.

The game is played in comfort is from the Mystery Method. All these guys running around stopping girls in the street, it’s all well and good, but that’s not game. It’s pickup. Any fucker can stop girls and collect numbers. Of course there’s skill involved, blah blah, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

It’s like I said in a post a few weeks back. Game is when the rubber meets the road. Game is when the immediate road ahead doesn’t lead to you getting what you want so you have to game it.


Oh, let’s just sit here and pretend it’s what we wanted.

My previous example was when the target in the set you pick out doesn’t give you signals but the obstacle does. When it doesn’t seem on with your target then ‘game’ is what you do to get the target to like you.

And in texts. Text game is tough and much of the success of the texts is based on the quality of the pickup. But when a target is being unresponsive, or giving you one word answers, that’s when you go to work. That’s when ‘game’ gets her on a date.

I remember a time I stopped a group of girls on the street at nighttime after a night out in Old Street. There were three of them. A hot one and two average mates. I never spoke a word with the hot one, but one of the 6/7s gave me signals. What happened? Did my wing say ‘oh well it weren’t on with you and the hot one so I swooped in’. No? He played wing and helped me work the set.

So I Facebook closed her mates, added all three of them and DHVd to her mates over several chats. News of my character seeped through to the target and smart game and a bit of luck a few weeks later she was my girlfriend.

It’s a play I’ve pulled off a few times. When the road ahead is blocked the amateur gives up and takes the payoff, takes what he can get in the moment but a pickup artist, he risks it all or nothing. He can move obstacles to get what he wants.

It’s the same attitude that makes you stop spending time on 7s and committing to quality.

1: (Top marks to anyone who sees through this post and realizes it’s just a desperate excuse to announce I am on Twitter and try and up my embarrassingly low followers count)

2: ‘Fear and loathing in the pickup industry’ to follow soon. Don’t hold your breath, it won’t be that interesting. To be honest, you’re better off reading Roy Walker Daygame or City Daygame, they’re all more interesting than I am. While they’re working the streets, I’m sitting at home eating pancakes.

3: I am the son of Maltese immigrants. That makes me a minority. And probably black. Anyone who doesn’t like this blog is a racist and if anyone dare criticize me I WILL immediately pull the race card.