I congratulated Pete on the third number he received from a girl at the bookstore. I told him that it will be very hard for another student to get four numbers to break his record, but to be sure he should get one more so that his record remains in the history books for just about eternity. “No one is going to get five numbers,” I told him. He pulled his fourth number on the subway a little while later.
I can tell how good my students are by the end of the introductory conversations I have with them. If they give rich answers full of explanation and are generally chatty it’s a very good sign they will do well during the workshop. Two weeks after Pete’s performance I noticed that my new student, Tyler, had that natural chattiness skill, even going out of his way to build rapport with the other student in the workshop.
After the lecture portion was over, the three of us ventured from one venue to the next. The guys approached while I timed their conversations and took notes. Even though I sensed that Tyler had the innate talent, he did poorly in his first handful of approaches, running out of gas early in the conversation. I pulled him aside and said, “There is no reason why you shouldn’t have two numbers in your pocket right now instead of none. You’re fucking sleeping out there. How bad do you want it?” Some guys need fires lit under their asses because penetrating vagina can be too far down the road to serve as immediate motivation while out there on the field.
Through teaching workshops I have learned that being nice and encouraging like a grade school teacher does not translate into real world improvement. For an immediately jump in performance I bring out a healthy dose of disapproval, insult, abuse, and humiliation, which all act as a NOS nitrous boost for men.
My lashing worked because at our next venue, an H&M, he got two numbers, one upstairs and one downstairs. No guy has gotten two numbers in the same place before. He opened indirectly, stayed in the conversation, kept rambling on, built intrigue by tossing out bait, and then went for the number. Sometimes he stayed on script and sometimes he didn’t, but since he wasn’t appearing desperate I wasn’t getting on him too hard about strategy. He was so pumped that in subsequent approaches girls would tell him they had a serious boyfriend and he’d laugh it off and ask if the boyfriend would mind them hanging out. His desire was burning, like gonorrhea.
At the bookstore he got an email address and then a number. I told him I couldn’t count the email address so he still had to get one more number to tie the record. The other student had a what the fuck look on his face and made a comment about Tyler’s decent looks, but after doing fourteen of these workshops I knew his appearance was only part of the equation. His ramble and humor was among the best I’ve ever seen, and Tyler even commented to me that before he got into the game he “didn’t get shit.”
On the subway he got another number, tying the record.
Grocery store was the last venue. “Tyler, I don’t mean to put any pressure on you, but if you get one more number you get the record. No one is going to get six numbers.” There wouldn’t be a post if he didn’t get. Out of 17 approaches he got five numbers all from cute, bangable girls for a 29% close rate, and I’m not counting the email address.
What did he do right? He could talk. He could tell if a girl was getting bored with a topic he picked. He was funny. He was interesting because he had done interesting things. He worked out and took care of himself. And he wanted it bad. A hater can flip the equation say he rejected 12 times in a few hours, more times than most guys get rejected in a year, but by playing the numbers game and putting in his dues he’s being rewarded for his hard work.
Five years ago I wouldn’t have imagined having no prospects and then going out one Saturday afternoon and getting five of them without using money or status. And without having to get cockblocked. My own success and the success of my students has completely convinced me that day game is a sustainable way to meet girls and get laid. As soon as I’m done with my second book, which is inching towards the finish line, I’ll start work on adapting my day game manual into a book. It’s what the people want.
Tyler wrote about the workshop on his blog. I teach my last two students this Saturday. With these workshops I feel like I’ve made a positive impact to the world, and now it’s time to do the same but in Ethiopia with starving kids instead of horny guys.