About half way through the date I made a joke about The Mystery Method. He then asks me if I read The Game.
Um, no. But I am familiar.
He then proceeds to confess that he works as a Social Coach. Riiight. Apparently "Social Coach" is euphemism for "guy who teaches other guys how to talk to girls." He works for "The Juggler," one of the Pickup Artists profiled in The Game.
I feel a little awkward for the next few minutes. I mean, I have READ The Mystery Method, I know that it doesn't matter how smart/funny/saintly a girl is, all that matters is whether or not you want to bone her (yeah, I just used "to bone" as a verb, what of it?). Apparently, or according the guy who works for The Juggler who also happens to be on a date with me, The Juggler is way less sleazy than Mystery. I don't know if I believe it. I really don't.
Thing is, though, no matter who I go out with, it's going to be part of one game or another. Whether he's looking for someone to take home to his mom or he's looking for someone just to take home, he has a goal in mind. Taking that into account, I might as well spend my time with someone who knows the rules of the game he's playing and how to achieve his objective.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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