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FOREWORD

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H ey man.

Tat's how it always begins. And then he will say, in return,


"Hey, man."
And then one of us will say, I'm tired.
And the other will say, "I don't feel like going out today."
"Neither do I."
That's how it always begins-with feet, minds hearts dragging.
That's never how it ends.
"We'll just go get some food."
"Okay, just something quick. Im really tired.
Weve covered that already.
I noticed.
Shut up. Playful punch to the arm.
Pull it to the parking lot. It is sushi night. Every night is sushi night. Two women past probably college students. We
try not to notice, but the smell of peach-scented moisturizer lingers in the air after them. It is too much for us. It sends
us over the edge. A smile creeps over his lips, color rises to cheeks, hid eyes begin to glitter mischievously.
Is that your set or mine? he asks .
I thought we werent going to sarge tonight
I know. But look at them. You Style. Fucking Style, man! What would the boys say if you just let them go like that?
Yeah, but youre Mystery. You invented this shit. Lets see your stuff.
Lets see if you still have it.
They disappear into a Chinese restautant.
Oh well, theyre gone. Lets go get some sushi.
This is even better. Now theyre not moving targets.
Okay, fine. Ill do this quickly-for you, Fucker.
Ill be there in a few, to wing you.
One of us begins thr slow, reclutant, weary trudge into the Chinise restaurant. He pretends as if hes walking to the
bathroom, then suddeuly privots as he starts to pass the table with the girls. Deep breath. Smile. Head turns back
over shoulder. Now its time-time to toos a casual, offhand question their way, any of a number you can read about in
this book. The women respond with midding interest. This is to be expected. It is part of the game. The next part is to
preted to but then, as an afterthough, make a small observation or comment or question. They take the bait. They
always do. Now it is time to hook them-with the personality weve carefully cultivated, with the illusions weve spent
months refining with any nomber of other techniques that also in these pages-our master plan; now your master plan.
Hooked. They are hooked. Not like fish, but like new friends. This is the moment, this is what the game is all about.
This is the high you get when these two complete strangers who youve approached dont want you to leave. Thats
when these two complete strangers who youve approached dont want you to leave. Thats when the other will come
in from outside, feigning innocence. Accomplishment into him before he reaches the table. They approve, He
introduces himself, displaying that winning personality cobbled from thousands approaches. We sit down with them
at the table, but only for a moment, we explain. The time is key. We use it liberally. It seems we are having Chinese
tonight. Our meals are not ours to determine. We must go with the flow of peach moisturizer or fall-leaved perfume or
vanilla talcum power or rose-petal conditioner. This is what we do. This is what we must do. We are not just men, we
are Vensian artists. It is our calling. They need our sparkling personalities and pre-scripted value demonstrations and
comfortbuilding routines and last-minute-resistance stories an dualinduction massages and secret-spot orgasm
techniques. We need ther feminine energy. Its our gasoline. No, we are not tired anymore. We are fully awake and in
the game. This is life. This is living. This is what we were put on this earth for, making these two girls laugh. It is
music from heven. And learning to make is what this book is about. We leave with phone numbers pressed into our
palms. At least thats what happend this time, because its a true story. The most recent one. In the old days, we
would have invited them out that night with us or at least followed up and call them. But now we are too busy. Our
lives are already full of intrigues. We make them complicated on purpouse. Wr see how ridiculous we can get-how far
we can push the line of what is socially acceptable, sexually possible, romanticallt inconceivable. We enjoy the
drama. We dont always enjoy the consequences. But we survive them to live another day. Our lives werent always
like this. They were once free of consequences, free of drama, free of love, and free of women. But we werent free.
We were a slave to our desire, to the knowledge that there were guys out there who had dates and girlfriends and
fun. We didnt. People yearn to be creative. Thet think that this means they must go into acting, writing, visual art, or
music. But there are other arts. Cooking can be an art. So can Boxing. Mysterys is social dynamics. He can play a
room like Eric Clapton can play a guitar. Not like Jimi Hendrix, but like Eric Clapton. When l learn this art, I studied at
the feet of the masters. When Mystery learned it, he didnt know about masters. He didnt know there was an art. It
was pure. He studied human behavior. For years. Until slowly he put it together. The charts. The diagrams. The
algoriths. The technical terms. Every day, he put together every pice. Elegantly Neatly. Like Eric Clamton. And I dontt
even listen to Eric Clampton anymore. I think hes somtimes overrated. Mysterys not. Not yet. He will be one day,
when pickup becomes the new workout and prumping emotions the new pumping iron. Watching him work was the
day my life changed, the day that i realized that the disease of loneliness had a cure. That cure is the Mystery
Method. Welcome to your new lifestyle. Are you tired yet?

PREFACE

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