Day2 Dojo

Is this how it ends for some of us? We started with good intent. We read books and voraciously acquired material. We got a nice shirt, maybe a necklace with a skull on it, met up with some wings from the forums and did approaches in bars. Sometimes we went to Covent Garden and walked round for ages and occasionally stammered at a girl that she was cute. We read some more. We approached less. Now, out of ammunition, we have to resort to using the enemy’s rifles against them. We sign up for a dating website. We go on dates. We meet a nice, plump, HB6 and finally we get to jettison years of backed-up cum up her guff. It feels good. We almost shit the bed. On the way to work the next morning we punch the air. Better to fuck the liver out of a reasonably responsive HB6 three times a week than walk round a bar with a small, drunk asian man in a bowler hat called ‘Fantasia’ and get blown out by HB9’s.

We stop spending so much time on the forums. We hide the books. Now the nuts are getting emptied once a week it doesn’t seem so pressing. It’s a great feeling, going to work from your girlfriend’s house. Saying at work that you’re “meeting the girlfriend for dinner”. The PUA dream fades out of sight.

Not I sir! Not I! I will NOT go gentle into that good night. I WILL NOT settle for a fat, thirty-five year old lazy-eyed girl with small tits who watches DVD box sets every night. But… I will do online dating. Oh no! Various more-successful-PUAs-that-I-know cry! You’ve given up! You pathetic fuck.

Well eat my shorts you little turds. Half the reason you hate the idea anyway is because it challenges your own model of the process.

Here’s my framing grace:

1. I am “getting back into game” after Snapback.
2. I am shit at day2’s. I managed to have three day2’s with the Venezuelan and create zero sexual energy.
3. When on form I can get numbers in daygame from girls I’d dearly love to fuck. I want lots of day2 practice in before I meet these lucky ladys.
4. The proportion of approaches to day2s is high. It’s going to piss me off doing loads of approaches to get the day2 practice. Or fucking up day2s with gorgeous little asian sex dolls because I’m still such an asexual chode.

The Plan

Online dating is my “Day2 Practice”. I sign up and use it as a “Day2 Dojo”. I’ll meet as many women as I can. We’ll start with a mere TEN dates and see how that goes. That could be 200 daygame approaches worth! Definitely worth it. I’ll not be fussy. Even if I don’t fancy them (highly likely) I’ll just practice my skills. If they go for it, fine, I’ll crank one up them down a backlane and get the old pipes flowing again then move on.

We can take this further. Look at my chum DrunkenBaker. He did online dating for a while and got himself a nice, safe little girlfriend. She cooks him pies, makes him hot chocolate, takes him on weekends away and gives him the all important regular sex. I firmly believe that once a man knows he has guaranteed sex then he starts to emit a different kind of pheremones. The man without guaranteed sex emits the acrid stench of desperation. Millions of years of survival have fine tuned a woman’s pre-selection instincts. You might be drowned in High Karate but to her you reek like a maggot infested corpse. Once the nuts are getting regularly blown out then it changes your physiology and your body language and you are instantly more attractive. I swear it. God I remember the outrageous swagger I had last time I was enbitched. Sauntering round a bar, dispensing my witty quips and charming smiles to various girls, absolutely calm and smug in the certain knowledge that once I got home my gorgeous girlfriend (yes, I’ve had one) was going to hoover the cum out my dick like an industrial vacuum-cleaner. Bless her.

This is what it boils down to:

1. Practice day2 skills
2. Acquire a regular sex girlfriend to adjust my sex pheremones and help me with my real goal, which is using game to pull a really hot girl, or several of them.

It’s going to be fun. I’ve never felt so freed up before. I can try different strategies different nights. I can try being overtly sexual, more kino, less kino, asshole game, chick-crack, vulnerability game, the lot. And every last drop will get blogged here.

Let’s begin!

I dug out my old profile from when I tried online dating last November in Newcastle. Let’s compare my old and new profiles. All comments and edits are welcome. This isn’t final, I’ll revise it over the next few days.

Old Profile: Me

I’m an interesting chap and am deluded enough to believe I am unique. I’m a sensitive, obsessive, quite nerdy, fussy. Wickedly funny with a sense of humour sick as Jacko and dry as the Sahara. Fiercely loyal to friends, remorseless to enemies, kind to little dogs.

Me me me… more about me. Well I worked abroad in China for 2 ½ years in I.T. I didn’t like the job so I saved up money and quit and spent 6 months writing and illustrating a book and setting up a company. I’ve now come back to the North East to look after my dad (he has Alzheimer’s) and do various business stuff.

I’d say I’m an artistic and creative person. I like looking at interesting buildings, paintings, scenery, pots, clothes, women. I value intelligence. I’m dead clever. Oh and modest, obviously. I like to do stuff. Achieve things. Create things. Hobbies are good. I’m learning a musical instrument (although I won’t say what it is or you will laugh).  The satisfaction is in the process not the end result.

I’m also a bit OCD. I like lists. And spreadsheets. Plans. Notebooks. Diaries. I’d guess I’m geeky. I understand computer stuff. It was my job and I’m not ashamed of it. I have oomph. I want to achieve things. I’m a bit manic.. when I’m up I’m up, but when I’m down… It’s been hard for me coming back from the expat life in Asia to living in Newcastle. However I’m slowly trying to put a life together and fill up my calendar. Maybe you can help!

My dad says I’m a ‘softarse’. I’m not very macho I must admit. Doing ‘lad’ stuff bores me. Sport bores me sh*tless. I’d rather sit and talk with my mates girlfriends while they run round with red faces shouting at each other. I like books. Good movies. Walks. Architecture. Shirts with flowers on. Latte. No, I’m not gay. Sitting in a café reading a book for hours. Travel is great. I’d love to meet some awesome lass and go backpacking across India.

Don’t want anything heavy duty (at least not to begin with). Drop me a line. Tell me what awesome skills you have. We can tell each other hilarious jokes.

Analysis

Not the worst thing ever but it still makes me shudder. If I was a girl would I find this attractive? Probably not. It’s Herby. It seems to be the profile of a wimp. A slightly insecure, reasonable intellectually aspirational, nerd. Probably a nice guy.

I’d noticed lots of girls seemed OCD and fussy so I’d put that in the profile somehow thinking it was attractive. The bit about being a “softarse” is a total DLV. In fact the thing is full of DLVs.

On the good side I had a basic understanding of DHVs. There are plenty in there: looking after dad, working abroad, saving money, writing. Very nice.

New Profile: Me

I’m an interesting chap and am deluded enough to believe I’m unique. Sensitive, obsessive, strong, charismatic, shy, confident, I dunno.. Sick as Jacko and dry as the Sahara. Fiercely loyal to friends, remorseless to enemies, kind to animals.

I worked abroad in China for 2 ½ years. I didn’t like the jobs so I saved up, quit and spent 6 months writing and illustrating a book and helping friends set up a couple of businesses. I came back last year, spent some time with my dad (who has Alzheimer’s) and have now bit the bullet and am in London doing an IT contract.

I’m a creative person. I write a lot. I like looking at interesting architecture, paintings, sculpture and women. I value intelligence. I’m dead clever. And modest of course. I’m a confident guy. I know what I want and I know what I need. Do you? Don’t bother replying if you like wimpy men. Saying that, sport bores me. I’d rather read a book. Or go for a walk. Travel is great. Let’s go to India! We’ll do some backpacking then tour on an old motorcyle with a sidecar.

I don’t want anything heavy duty (at least not to begin with). Drop me a line. Tell me what awesome skills you have. Tell me a hilarious joke.

Analysis

I tried to cut out the DLVs and make the tone more in keeping with the way I feel as a man now i.e. stronger. Remembering Krauser’s awesome technique of future-fantasy-projection I put some in about travelling together. Notice I’m trying to get them to qualify to me. Still needs more work and more material in there.

Old Profile: Her

After much deliberation I have boiled it down to three things…

1) nice person

2) good sense of humour

3) the patience to put up with me

Ta da! The rest is a bonus.

Now to fill in the gaps..

What’s ‘nice’? Well being kind hearted and pleasant. I don’t mean wimpy and soppy. Oh no. I don’t like wimpy and soppy. I like strong-minded, sorted, sound women. Yes, they can be all together. No hang ups about men is good, no chips on shoulders. There’s no reason you can’t have a backbone of steel yet be a nice person. So often people seem to get this all confused.

Sense of humour: well everyone thinks their’s is great don’t they so not like someone is going to read this and go “oh I’m not suitable my sense of humour is rubbish”. I suppose I should mention I am quite un-PC.

Brains. Smarts. I like it I like it. Educated, a degree. A decent job. Nerd? Fine by me. Engineer, doctor, painter, whatever. But do it well and take pride in it! When women talk science it turns me on.

Interests. Being interesting. Having hobbies. Contributing something. Doing something. Getting out there and getting stuff done. Dislike for mediocrity. Ambition is good. Ambition for anything. It’s attractive.

You’ll look after yourself too. Cook nice teas. Take exercise. Not wheeze when walking up stairs. (although for reasons of full disclosure I must state that although I was an exercise fanatic in China since coming back due to stress I have pigged out on cheese and put on 8lbs)

I’d like a partner…(er, obviously). I mean I want someone to experience life with. Do stuff. It all seems so much more in focus with someone else there to share it with.

Analysis

Ugh. This is gross. The beginning bit just reeks of low standards. Following that the whole tone is of ‘cheeky down-to-earth chappy’. I mean “cook nice teas”. Come on! Gross. After the initial list the succeeding explanations just feel DLV’ey to me. “When women talk science it turns me on”. No it didn’t. This was just an amateur trying to guess what women would find attractive and making a pig’s ear of it. “Ambition is good. Ambition for anything”. This is killing pre-selection. What kind of girls has this guy had? And admitting I put on weight? Why bother. You can bet your arse the corpulent PA girl reading this strikes me off the list because of that.

New Profile: Her

You’ll be a nice person with a good sense of humor. Warm, caring, sparkling, good energy, sweet, feminine; these are all qualities that are attractive to me. I like smart women but I’m not turned on by long discussions about politics. I like strong minded women. You should have hobbies and interests like me (watching DVD box sets each night doesn’t count). Engineer, dancer, telesales, lawyer, secretary, I don’t care. It doesn’t really matter does it? You click or you don’t. I don’t believe in fine-tuning criteria and having a set age group or demographic. The chemistry happens or it doesn’t.

You’ll look after yourself and enjoy life. You’ll want someone to experience it with.

Analysis

Still a first draft but trying to sound like a man with options who knows what he wants. Notice no reference whatsoever to looks. Obviously it’s absolutely the most important criteria but I think it’s more productive not to mention it. Needs some chick-lures in there. Needs a little more material but not too much. Remember, chicks are retards and we don’t really give that much of a shit about anything except their looks and how likely I am to get laid. Let’s not give them reasons to exclude themselves. Notice that all the criteria I list are ones that, of course, every generic womb-carrier believes that they have.

The Reality

Me

• Thirty five but younger at heart than you.
• A bit fat but in a 1950′s bodybuilder style. Big. Strong. Can kill Betas.
• Scary clever.
• Twisted, sick fuck.
• Low expectations of this process. Goal is to cruelly use the dating site to get lots of day2 practice in and obtain a ‘girlfriend’ who is in fact a dependable source of regular sex. This will alter my phermones and body language, get the sex monkey off my back and really help my game and my main goal of getting a really hot or many really hot youngish women with fabulous bodies to fuck me as much as possible and put to rest the demons of a lifetime of failure with women.

Her

• As fit as humanely possible. Body more important than face by far. Fat is only ok if you have great D cup tits, at least. Small tits only acceptable with a good arse. I don’t actually expect you to be that fit. I’m realistic. You may have been fit earlier when you were 20 but now you may be 35 and losing it. Nevertheless as long as I am able to obtain some sexual gratification from you I will consider you. I, too, am 35 but I am a man so I do not go off the boil like you do.
• Intelligence not important. I’ll fuck you if you’re an idiot if you’re fun to be with.
• You shouldn’t have an unreal sense of your own self value. This means if your looks are a 6, as are mine, then your actual value will be half of mine because I am fucking clever and brilliant and you are likely to be quite pedestrian. In this circumstance you will be attractive to me by creating polarity and this is done by being girly and feminine, not by arguing with me.
• You should also not have really low self esteem and be whiney, insecure or neurotic. Even if you’re actually hot I probably won’t be able to stomach being with you long enough even to finger-fuck you.
• Girls aged 30 or over who still get pissed, miss dates, get hungover, flake, have made-up women jobs, I will regard you as nothing but sport.
• Any profiles with women taking delight in their “idiosyncracies” will not be considered. “My friends say I’m moody!”. Fuck no. “I’m demanding and intelligent”. Fuck no. These cretins actually write this shit.

Get my defence in first

I hereby state that in the slim chance I meet someone who does please, delight and arouse me then I will make a go of it. But still practice daygame.

Profile up in 24 hours. All progress will be blogged.

“Chocolate and Shit”; A weekend with Ross Jeffries, part two:’The Content’.

[Disclaimer: this is all subjective opinion. It is not hard fact and I'm not trying to imply it is. I'm not a journalist, I'm a lone blogger and I have zero affiliation with any PUA gurus]

For Part One go to: “Let me spoon-feed you little babies”; A weekend with Ross Jeffries, part one: ‘The Attendees’.

Let’s begin.

Pay attention. Look at me. The main reason I booked in to do this seminar was because I wanted to get to the nub of what Speed Seduction was really about. I’d watched some of Ross’ DVDs and found that they had some fascinating insights and hinted at deeper ones, but in an ad hoc way and never quite got to the meat. True, I had not purchased the Speed Seduction home study course but I felt it’d be money better spent to see the man in person and learn from the source.

The seminar itself was around 18 hours in length and for this length of time I was left with little information. I felt the seminar itself was very poorly structured and Ross darted all over the place. He said a few times that this was intentional and it was a scheme to help us learn. I’ve heard theories like this before, that if you present A,B,C in sequence people don’t learn as effectively than if you repeat and layer information on them, coming in from different angles, so to speak. I don’t agree. I think it’s an awful way to teach. It seemed to me that a lot of the seminar was Ross just talking about whatever struck his fancy, and going off on a tangent.

So, what was actually delivered? What is Speed Seduction all about? This is the problem; after a weekend of badly structured material and endless distractions I struggle to convey what it is and isn’t. There’s definitely a lot there. Too much. It seems like everything under the kitchen sink is in there.

After struggling through my notes, doing some serious editing and putting in order what Ross disordered I think I’m ready to give a quick summary of what SS 3.0, as outlined at the seminar, can be boiled down to.

The Material

Friday

On Friday night Ross gave us a bit of an introduction, talked about his own history and gave us a few pretty great insights into stuff (the best ones were NLP based). Plenty of fluff and promises. He outlined his Speed Seduction system as:

1. Showing up attractive
2. Model for understanding women
3. Language tools

Saturday and Sunday

Showing up attractive

“Change work”

Discussed a “Grounding” exercise to help you feel more ‘grounded’ in the body. I fully believe in the principles behind what Ross was teaching here but it’s a pretty high-level skill and I don’t think many attendees there really understood what was going on or from the quick demo given, interrupted by endless stupid questions, stand a chance of getting anything from it.

Ross also did an ‘energy change’ exercise and demoed it on one of his attendees, Mr Chocolate Daddy. Chocolate Daddy claimed to have crippling anxiety when it came to women. Ross got him up and took him through an exercise to alter his association with the anxiety. It seemed more NLP than meditational to me (using NLP on yourself rather than the ‘target’ for a change!).I’m a firm believer in exercises like this. I first got into them from some of Ross’ DVDs. I don’t believe there is any mystical energy moving about, I think they’re very clever ways for the riders to reprogram the elephant’s instinctive reactions and to alter the low level operating system of the brain. It’s like a way to hack your own brain. I was a curious sceptic. I tried them. They work. Of course, when Ross did his demo it ‘worked’ as well, but personally I don’t believe a ten minute change exercise can rewire twenty years of anxiety (which is what Chocolated Daddy said he’d had). I’d be more looking at Chocolatte Daddy’s belief in Ross, and belief that Ross could fix him, rather than the drill itself. I don’t even think this conclusion would bother Ross. He knows the power of belief and he’s quite happy for his acolytes to ‘believe in him’.

Meditational approach

Ross has brought a spiritual side into his SS 3.0. He touched on numerous aspects, like daily meditation practice, centring, dealing with negative and positive energy. Ross demonstrated several drills, some of which were meditational and some of which were NLP based, to deal with negative beliefs and energies. Again, as most of the attendees seemed retarded I’m not sure how much they can make of this.

Model for Understanding Women

Ross outlined a basic model of the way women think. Women have different states and the one we, as SS seducers, are interested in is the “Sea of Suggestibility”. He then outlined what he calls “Themes and Formats”, new stuff to SS apparently, which are ways to lead a woman into the language patterns (which are the heavy hitters). They were essentially just a bunch of really staringly obvious stuff like quizzes and stories, etc. This was so old hat it was embarassing. What a peculiar mix of the sophisticated and the out-of-date Speed Seduction is!

Language Tools

When Ross does his live demos on women most of what he relies on are these tools, however he didn’t actually spend a great deal of time methodically going through them. I got the sense that Ross had mellowed a lot from previous years and was now more interested in bringing the spiritual/change-work aspects into SS. Ross really just sketched over the language tools. From what he taught in the seminar alone you would not be able to go out and apply this. He really seemed to expect people at the seminar to already be aware of these patterns or to go look them and do further reading in this area.

Miscellaneous

Throughout the seminar there were loads of random little tips scattered all over. Most concentrated on basics about having a plan, a practice and a review period, getting into a resourceful frame plus lots of stuff about basic logistics and mindset and care and maintenance of your Game. Lastly, late Sunday Ross went through some “Tips for staying out of the Friend Zone” and then “Tips for dating younger women”, both of which could have just been read off the back of the PUA Cereal Packet. Boring. Basic. Again I was amazed at the Euros squealing in rapture as this stuff was imparted, looking at each other and theatrically shaking their heads in fake disbelief of how simple yet so obviously brilliant what was being outlined to them was.

The Demo

On Saturday we got the “live demo” on a real, live woman. These demos are legendary and feature in quite a few of his videos and you see Ross getting the victim/subject squirmingly turned on with amazing ease. When Ross did his demo the woman did indeed appear to be turned on, she got flushed, bit her lip and gave out all the signals. The attendees lapped it up. Ross lorded in it. “who did not see how turned on she was? WHO DIDN’T SEE IT?” he aggressively asked the audience later.

I’m in two minds about the demo. Firstly there was some genuinely cool stuff shown. He looked out for her ‘personal trance anchors’ and eye movements and replayed them to her. I’ve read about this stuff before but never seen it done. Ross is good at it and it was very educational to see someone do it, it was so subtle and quick. He also did a lot of embedded commands and patterns and was really quite sneaky with the kino. I don’t think many of the attendees really noticed how he used the kino. He distracts the woman and kinos her at the same time. Beckster, who makes an appearance later, uses the same technique, only not as well.

To be fair we have to admit there is a huge amount of pre-programming in the mind of this woman. She knows this guy is apparently a man who can turn women on at will, and he’s famous for it. She goes with a friend who doubtless is a Ross acolyte and bigs him up all the time. When she gets there she’s the only woman, bar Ross’ PA, in the room and she has fifty odd men staring at her like she’s the last woman on earth. When she gets up there their eyes are burning into her and she probably goes pretty red out of self-consciousness before Ross even begins to flatter her. All of this has to have a great effect on her. The other thing people don’t take in is that in his demos Ross has licence to do things which you couldn’t normally do: he blatantly touches her neck, uses really hyper-pervy patterns and embeds really obvious dirty words. As well as this between demonstrations he suddenly randomly starts doing some bit of hypnosis on her in a super-deep Hollywood movie-trailer kind of voice. The nerds are lapping it up but to me he’s just stoking her up for the next bit of the demo.

What really fucked me off was that I thought he was actually quite disrespectful of her. When the demo finished and she hopped off the stool to walk away he swiped two fingers on the stool and mimed sniffing them and said “Mmmmm, smells like teen spirit!”, to which all the acolytes sniggered. Later on (it may have been the next day, I can’t remember) he reminds the room what he did, as if he’s proud of it: “I smelled something else the first time she was up here. Did you see me do this?” (swipes the seat again and mimes smelling his fingers)  “… but she was damp. I swear it”. The most vulgar bit was when he said “and those were not the only set of lips that were parting” and sniggered and all of the attendees sniggered as well, giving him the validation he wanted. Gross. Just gross.

Look at me. Listen. Listen right now. Get this. Kim didn’t turn up Sunday. Ross almost shat. To her friend “I’m asking you as a PERSONAL FAVOUR to call her and get her here”. Sorry Ross, she’s probably still lying in the shower tray, crying, scrubbing at her skin. Her neg worked beautifully. Ross was obsessed with her from then on. He couldn’t stop talking about her or mentioning her. Don’t worry Ross, I’m sure she’ll call. Maybe you could send her flowers? Girls like that.

Beckster

The first guest speaker was Beckster. Ross’ “good friend” Beckster. Beckster got up and did a short demonstration and I was astounded to see that after hours of Ross venemously denouncing the “Misery Method” Beckster did what to me was a pure Mystery Method demonstration. He outlined an opener, in fact the same one he does in the clip of him off the TV on Youtube. It was incongruous. Totally out of place in the seminar but nobody said squat. Except of course Ross who butted in and acted like what Beckster was doing was of course simply an interpretation of SS: the ‘intrusion principle’ apparently, although it may be the ‘I invented everything’ principle instead.

I’m probably going to get stick for this as I know plenty of people who say Beckster is really good, and he certainly gets good writeups on the forums but I was not especially impressed. He’d been hyped up to me and I expected some levitating guru emitting an aura of Alpha Man-Power and charm and spouting pure gold. Nope. He looks like a kid with a goatee and a cool coat. No Man-Power was detected. I got no sense of Alphaness from him. Nice bloke, though, from what I could see of him talking to The Attendees. At least he didn’t have the “being friendly is Beta” mentality.

When he did the demonstration I wasn’t impressed. On that day he had no stage presence and was a poor presenter. He didn’t project well and seemed to trundle through it. When he did his demonstration he used a male volunteer and he did loads of kino and it was creepily gay. Ross himself stopped it as he said it was “too gay”. Third, he likes to do a lot of kino, but he seems to have some kind of ‘distraction’ principle where he kind of shuffles about, does a little touch, changes weight to the other foot, points something out, does another touch, moves around a bit, slyly does another touch, etc. All that happens is he looks like he’s capering round like a pantomime baddy or having some kind of fit. It’s the other end of the spectrum from the triangular-base, “I am an Alpha stone pillar” type stance stuff. Beckster is not the super-Alpha kind of PUA. From what I’ve heard he does have success but I’d guess this is from:

1. Not being nervous or scared
2. Looking cool
3. Having material
4. Approaching a lot
5. The Coat

Beckster likes to hint that his stuff is ‘secretive’. Check his site. I sense Legend-Building. How about this? Instead of saying your ‘stuff’ is highly secretive, blah blah, why not just be really open and show us loads, then we’ll think you’re awesome and book courses with you. Would I be happy paying a fortune for a weekend seminar with Beckster? No. Would I be happy going on a bootcamp with him as an instructor. Probably.

Later on I heard him telling someone “Oh, I just love to see Ross teach”. Really? Because I watched across the room out of the corner of my eye and he looked bored shitless and took more of an interest in picking the sole of his PUA-boot or staring at his phone than paying any attention to Ross’ waffling.

Kezia

 

Bravely fighting sexist stereotypes.

 

I was pleasantly surprised by Kezia, the Frankenstein creation of bedroom nerd Richard La Ruina. Half PUA Trainer, half ‘Babe’. It’s inhuman! I had assumed she was a brainless nerd-lure but in fact I was wrong.

Anyway, even though she looked like an Oompa Loompa with a tit-job she did actually present very well. She’s a good public speaker. Dominant. Structured. Well paced. Clear voice. Better than Ross or Beckster hands down. In fact more naturally Alpha than either of them as well! I shit you not.

What she did was go again through some.. wait for it… Mystery Method basics! Yes, it was a talk about the concept of DHV. Again, totally out of place in RJ’s system but he didn’t seem to mind. He just concentrated again on butting in and trying to exert dominance: “Kezia’s a handful, but I know how to handle her!”. Yawn.

The Beta-underlings that consituted The Attendees of course couldn’t get enough of Kezia. A woman! A real live ‘hot’ woman. She must be hot, right? She looks like FHM tells us hot women should look. Look at her blonde hair. Her boobs are big. And she’s here! Right here. Only feet away. God I wish she was my girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend like that, I would be the biggest man in the world and everything in my life would be perfect.

Not only did the Euroweirdos brain-cum when they looked at her but when she presented they seemed to be utterly amazed by these MM basics. They were nudging and Sacre Bleue!’ing each other in delight. Every little word was furiously scribbled in notebooks. These guys are basically STARVED of good, solid, simple Mystery Method basics in How Not To Fuck Up. Teaching someone Grounding exercises ‘to be more present’ is all well and good but if they still don’t know not to stare at girls with their mouths open then what’s the point?

It was sickening to watch their creepy lust descend on a new idol. After she presented they swarmed round her like flies on shit. I spotted an old accountant from the British NLP corner discussing getting a one on one with her. Ninety quid an hour I believe I heard the price as. MATE!! Nintey quid to spend an hour in the company of a girl who is never going to fuck you. Get your priorities right!

Anyway, the stuff she went through was pretty decent and solid. Useful. I wrote it down.

One of the funniest exchanges of the whole weekend happened during Kezia’s presentation. She’d just finished going over some point about one of the ways to DHV when Turquoise’s arm shot up:

Kezia: Blah blah, so if you act like you have limited time this comes across as having high value. Oh, you have a question? Yes?

Turquoise (acting suave, putting on a fake Bruce Willis voice): How about if I say “I vood totally fuck you right now….BUT… you are not my type”.

(silence)

Kezia: erm.. I don’t understand. Why do you want to fuck me if I’m not your type?

Turquoise: (confused pause)… but.. if you just say zat…I WOULD TOTALLY FUCK YOU……but you are not my type.

(At this point I realise Turquoise is actually getting a thrill from embedding his true desire into his question. I reach new levels of disgust.)

Kezia: But why would you want to fuck me if I’m not your type? I’d think you were a moron.

Turquoise: erm… but…

Kezia: Yes. I’d think you were a retard. That’s exactly what I’d think. I’d think “you are retarded, go away”

Turquoise: (long pause)…..Yes, but hey…. IT VORKS!!

(silence)

Ross: (once again sickened by his own attendees) Hang on! Are you asking a question or boasting?

(silence)

Turquoise: (meekly)….boasting

Ross: RIGHT. (to Kezia) Move on please.

Now why oh why would Beckster and Kezia be here presenting totally incongruous material at Ross’ seminar? Mmmm, let me rack my brains. Let us for a second take a look at the murky world of traditional martial arts. Say you are a new kung fu teacher. How can you get credibility? Easy. First find out who is at the top of your incredibly bitchy and hierarchical organization. This is the GrandMaster. How did this person get to be GrandMaster? They had the closest connection to the ‘lineage’, the ‘purest’ form of teaching of the true, core nucleus of the system which was passed down over generations from GrandMaster to GrandMaster. Or they were just there first and set it up. Now this old git is probably over in Asia “closer to the source” and only they have all the secrets. Next step, jump on a plane and go over and train with them for a few weeks. Kiss their ass and most importantly get your picture taken with them. If you can get them to give you some certificate even better. Then you come back and slap this photo all over your website and promotional literature and say stuff like “trained with GrandMaster Ip Chun in Hong Kong!”. Now who are your potential customers? Beta nerds burning with vindictiveness. And such nerds naturally like to do their research to find the teacher with the best pedigree. Oh look! Such and such has trained with a GrandMaster. End result: some old git, who only got to be GrandMaster because his dad was or he set up the damn organization himself, gets to retain a shred of credibility by being seen with up and coming young instructors, and those instructors get to look more credible by being seen with the GrandMaster. Mutual back scratching. Ross on one side, Kezia and Beckster on the other.

Conclusions

The Effect of Ross and The Attendees on the content delivery

What can’t be underestimated is the huge impact on the content delivery of the seminar that Ross’ personality and The Attendees had. Haphazard and circuitous, Ross endlessly distracted himself with general boasting, specific boasting, boastful anecdotes, pointless anecdotes, paranoid criticism of every other PUA guru and negging the attendees. The attendees constantly added to this mess with endless stupid questions. After a couple of days when I perused my notes I had little more detail than what I’ve outlined here.

I would say the above effect rendered 75% of the seminar wasted. I’ve thought long and hard about this and I believe that if the material was presented by say Kezia, myself, or indeed an average member of a speech club like Toastmasters then all the material we got could have been delivered in the Friday night alone, from seven to eleven pm.

Here’s an NLP pattern for dealing with stupid questions:

Presenter: I want you to think about rehearsal confidence.

Attendee: Does this involve negging?

Presenter: Shut up or leave.

Lack of focus on Language Tools

Apart from my general discontent my main item of specific discontent is that I was extremely disappointed at how little time was spent on the language tools. This is what SS is famous for yet it was barely touched on. Ross uses the tools an awful lot himself in his demos and boastful anecdotes so I presume he expected us to absorb the techniques by observation, or osmosis or something. Or maybe sign up for the Coaching Program. Or buy more DVDs.

There is an alternative. Ross has a very senior acolyte called Dave Riker and he produces his own fully licensed version of Speed Seduction. He really focuses purely on the NLP tools, so it’s like the SS 1 or 2.0, not 3.0. Unlike Ross’ presentation it is extremely well structured and progressive and contains lots of drills and exercises. It’s Ross’ system, presented by someone who has sorted out the disorder and knows how to structure things.

Americanism, Marketing, Cults, etc.

What I found really creepy and unproductive was the cult-like atmosphere surrounding proceedings. Ross demands devotion from his acolytes, that much is clear. In return for this he acts as a dominant father figure and helps tell them they can get what they want. There were plenty of self-affirming chants through the weekend. The first one was on Friday night where he had the room chanting: “I want my success with my women who please, arouse, satisfy and delight me…. now!”. This just reeked to me of good old American marketing bullshit. You’re getting them to believe in the seminar itself. The next day we got:

“You are aggressive, direct and charming with the women you desire. You radiate with the confidence, self control and charm that women chase after, long for and work for more. Let these commands be fulfilled! Let these commands be fulfilled! Let these command be fulfilled!”

(Wherupon on British nerd felt the need to ask if he could change ‘aggressive’ to ‘assertive’ as he felt uncomfortable with it. Sheesh.)

Listening to these mantras being chanted I thought ‘what gives any Beta nerd the right to think they somehow deserve a beautiful, charming woman?’. I then thought back to a large part of my life where I was whining and crying with self-pity in my room, devastated at the injustice in the world that I didn’t have the wonderful woman (who would heal, define and validate me) that I deserved. I can honestly say that after the SS seminar I now fully realise that I actually did not deserve this, and was a sad, messed up individual. Thanks.

Ontop of the chanting Ross constantly asks the audience “is this making sense?” or he stops, sighs, and says “look…are you guys getting this?” or maybe he’ll drop in a “I need verbal feedback”. He loves that one. This is old school. This is old school psychology of influence. It’s compliance. You are getting people to invest by saying they understand it and that it makes sense, even if maybe it doesn’t. People strive to be consistent and if they answer the above questions in the positive, say fifty times within two days then this has an effect.

This shit is biblical! Look at the more evangelical of preachers:

Preacher: Are ya hearing me?

Murmur

Preacher: Do you … HEAR … WHAT … I … AM … SAYING?

yes

Preacher: I CAN’T HEAR YOU

YES!

Preacher: Let me here an Amen.

Amen!

Preacher: Thank you brothers. And Jebediah laid with a pig, etc.

Very culty. Very American. I’m not American so I’m just too skeptical for this. How does saying it make it happen? It doesn’t. It makes you believe it can happen. It makes you believe that Ross can help you make it happen. Hey, maybe it works. It worked for Chocolate Daddy. If this is your scene then go for it.

I believe that belief is a big part of the way Ross presents SS. He wants the attendees to “believe” in him and his power to produce change. The way he savages anyone who claims to have “followed” a different guru is quite telling. He demands devotion.

“You are being led into the inner sanctum of power, my young apprentice, and the price for betrayal is dark beyond measure of your mortal mind.” [The Game]

Maybe it works (take a look at Chocolate Daddy). Couple this with the way Ross acts, his constant litany of “Look here, look here… get the transmission…. look at me” and the feverish sycophancy of the attendees and it starts to get creepy as hell. Do you believe in Ross? He can’t save you if you don’t.

Another bloody annoying thing about the material is the way it always promised more and never quite got there. Even by 12 noon on Sunday he was still promising lists of things we’d “get to later”. At times the seminar felt like a sales taster and that to get “the real stuff” you really have to sign up for the Coaching Program or get this DVD or that DVD. Why? This bugs me. I’ve already shelled out big bucks for the seminar and I want the juicy “high level secrets” right there.

Defining Speed Seduction

Let’s think back. Why did I want to do this seminar in the first place? It was because I found Ross’ DVDs really interesting and I wanted to pin down what SS actually was. Well I met that goal. SS is everything Ross knows. The skills he outlines in all his different DVDs and courses all intersect. You’ll find bits in “Nail your Inner Game” that are in SS that are in “Gold Walkups” and onwards.

I believe that prior to version 3.0 SS was primarily centred around the NLP language tools. Fundamentally these are embeddded commands and patterns. Ross gets a bit older and more philosophical and gets into meditation and spirituality (learning from Shinzen Young, whom he rates very highly) and works out how to bring some of these practices into his SS system. Bung on a whole raft of miscellaneous Game knowledge, day game, positve frames, general planning and strategy, etc and hey presto, you have Speed Seduction 3.0.

The two main parts are a little incongruous. On one hand you have a system of verbal tricks to essentially put a woman into a state that at that moment she would not be naturally feeling were you not to use those verbal tools. It’s trickery. It’s pushing a woman into a state which you, your small build, sad needy eyes, jesus sandals, floppy hair, pork-pie hat and thumb-ring do not naturally create in her. You use verbal tools to push the buttons and create the feelings. Good. I’m glad. It gives nerds like me hope. And… LOOK AT ME… GET THE TRANSMISSION…. it works. It absolutely works. Look at me. Get the subtletey. Just because I criticize the seminar it does not mean that I am saying the core content is flawed. I have used SS-style NLP patterns and they work and I know other PUAs, like Krauser, who have done likewise.

On the other hand you’re getting spiritual and doing drills to heal your inner self and become more grounded. An odd combination, but actually no reason they both can’t work. Like strawberries and pepper.

What I’d like to stress here is that had I not watched some of Ross’ DVDs and read his book then I think by the seminar alone I’d be terribly confused and disullusioned with SS. I could not have gained a coherent understanding of what it was about from the seminar. It’d be like watching “Dune” without having read the book first. I’m thankful I have watched the DVDs because I know that there is actually good stuff in there.

The Chocolate

In one of his frequent rants against the Mystery Method Ross likened it to a bowl of chocolate and shit: “Exactly how much shit do you need to add to the chocolate before it’s ruined?”. Well I have similar feelings about the SS weekend. I’ve gone through the shit and I don’t want you to believe there was no chocolate. There was. There was even gold. Even though the man is a cunt he does have some very deep and profound insights.

I actually loved some of the energy work that Ross covered. I have used these drills and for me they work. I don’t really believe there is a Qi energy flowing through the body but I believe these drills are a way to hack into the OS of the brain and trick the engines of habit and bodily control to change. These drills are not for skeptics and not for people without a high IQ. These are subtle. They take an open mind. Unless you’ve tried meditation and can feel the benefit then don’t bother. If you have, then get a few Ross DVDs and see how he applies the stuff.

Ross also outlines two great philosophies. The first is his self development one:

All energy is to be used. Anxiety is just energy, and energy for change, and you just need to learn to use this energy and deal with it.

This is a wonderful philosophy. Think through this. This could change your life. Ross outlines the process and a drill for doing this in  his “Nail your Inner Game” DVD, by the way.

The second is the seduction one. What is your goal? Your goal is not to be this woman’s friend. It is not to discuss your favourite flavour ice-creams. Your goal is to put her into a certain emotional state. You should use the weapons you have to do this, and you will primarily do this by what you say. Do you really understand how powerful this is?

I genuinely gained an appreciation of trance and NLP that I had not previously had before the weekend due to some of the little explanations Ross gave. My favourite soundbite was from Friday night, when he said “language models consciousness”. I’m still thinking of this now. If we didn’t have words in our head, how would we think? I also loved the description of how language “thingifies” things, and gets us to regard feelings as static things (e.g. ‘confidence’) rather than flowing processes, which is what they are.

Another piece of gold is the underlying SS model of the interaction. It can be likened to ‘verbal jujitsu’, a quote from Robert Cialdini in “Influence – The Psychology of Persuasion“ (well worth a read). The basic theory is that the interaction is like a fencing match. You are each probing each others centre and weaknesses and strengths and your goal as a seducer is to strike through to the heart of the woman, your weapons being your words. A better analogy is the one Ross described, where he likened SS to the “sticking hands” practice found in some martial arts, like Tai Chi and Wing Chun or the first few moments of a Judo match when the players tug at each other’s lapels. You play with someone for the first part and try and get a feel for their guard, only then do you make a move. If you couple this with another concept, taken from Ross’ “Secrets of Advanced, Irrestible Arousal”, it becomes very powerful indeed. This is that women want to be seduced, and (providing she wants this) she is giving you all the material that you need to do so in her respones, and your job as a man is to take that energy she gives you, reshape it and put it back in her, presenting it in a new way and showing understanding and mastery of her world. As Ross said in the seminar “the fact she is attractive is of no use. Only pay attention to what you can use”. Brilliant! I personally believe if you amalgamate these beliefs into a coherent framework it is unimaginably powerful.

This is what’s led me in a previous review to say Ross was onto something big. He is. No other material takes this approach or goes this deep, with the exception of some of the RSD stuff. Here is my amazing conclusion:

Ross, despite being the longest one the scene is still in some ways ahead of his time! The only other person that comes close is Tyler at RSD.

The big problem is that Ross is not that great at teaching or structuring his stuff and it’s so powerful yet subtle that most aspiring seducers cannot see the big picture. Don’t look at the finger, or you will miss all the heavenly splendour of the moon.

It’s a sick dichotomy. The attendees of his seminar are the people least able to make use of his material. It’s like feeding hamsters veal.

[Coming soon: Part Three, the finalé!]

Porkies = OK

I was talking to my mate SalsaLord the other week about, wait for it, Game. SalsaLord is not a convert but I sense he is a little Game-curious. When I explain a few basic Game principles I can sense he’s interested but he shows a lot of LMR in progressing any further and has a mental block about going so far as to read any Game-material.

Asking him why and understanding his viewpoint I was reminded of how I used to feel many aeons ago. SalsaLord’s philosophy is that he believes he’s a nice guy: high value, clever, funny, a talented musician, bilingual, etc, all the right stuff, and he is quite happy with himself. Why, therefore, should he have to revert to any ‘tricks’ whatsoever? If he meets an intelligent woman with the right value system then he’d be doing himself an injustice. He should just be himself! He really respects his dad, thinks his dad is a great bloke and his dad didn’t go round chasing birds and posturing and his dad got his mum, who is a great woman. QED.

It brings a tear to my eye hearing this sweet philosophy outlined. If I had my way he’d get chatting to the pretty girl on the train next to him tomorrow and that would be that. But the sad truth is that awesome guys like him spend years single. And possibly slowly become filled with burning resentment towards women and harbour fantasies of taking terrible revenge.

How your Dad pulled your Mam

It just so happens my dad was a 1960’s PUA with outrageous Game but I’m sure plenty of you have nice, Steady-Eddie, sweet ole dads with zero Game and lovely wives. Maybe you once looked at the wedding pics and saw your dad in his corduroy suit and mutton-chop sideburns and were amazed at how thin and shining your mum looked. How did dad and his mates do it? They all had girlfriends from when they were young and here you are, smart as a whip, and sitting reading blogs while the celtic tattoed, bleached blonde hair thickos are out with their wimmin.

For a start back then there were less men. Nazis, coal mines, fishing fleets, asbestos. After that consider there were just more people. The post war baby-boom meant that when your parents were in their twenties there was just an awful lot more other kids their own age. White people actually had children back then. In bulk. Not the little wheezing autistic specimens popped out by forty year old women to live isolated only-child lives that you get nowadays.

Ontop of that people actually worked less and moved away from home less and had massive social circles. When they did go out they actually had more frequent and genuine contact with the opposite sex. I remember once, yonks ago, telling my dad I’d been ought to a nightclub. “How many girls did you dance with?” he asked. “Er”none” I replied. He stopped dead and looked at me like I was an idiot. “None?” he asked incredulously, “what’s the point in going then?”. I laboured to explain to him, haughtily, that he didn’t understand that these days people went to clubs with their mates, drank a lot and maybe milled around with their mates on the dancefloor. “You mean” my father asked slowly and with disbelief “that men dance with their mates in nightclubs?”. He then mockingly explained how him and his friends used to go to ‘Tea Dances’. Scoff not. These things used to take place in church halls or social clubs. They were free. There’d be a row of fifty odd twenty year old girls in their dresses on one side, and forty-eight men in their beatle-crushers on the other. The girls were all terrified of not being asked to dance. All the men did all night was walk over, ask a girl to dance (and it was considered impolite to refuse) and then take her on the dancefloor and dance with her. Proper, old fashioned dancing where you actually put your arms round the other person and your body touches theirs, and where the man guides the woman about. Not standing opposite each other ‘dancing together’ without actually physically touching. “How many girls a night did you dance with?” I asked my dad. “All of them of course” he said. One night, fifty girls. And the men got to choose. A church hall and a record player. We’ve got it wrong somewhere haven’t we?

So we’ve got more youngsters and more women, and we have the men calling the shots. Ontop of this the women are fitter. Not the pock-thighed corpulent flip-flop wearing pigs that waddle round these days. We’re talking post-war, pre junk food thin. Spanish thin. Women you could actually swing up into the air with ease. Ontop of this we have a social order where women feel they have to get married. They are desperate to get married and if you hit twenty-five and are single you are over the hill. We’ve also got a non-existance of feminism and the grotesque media saturation that we have these days selling women lies of misery and making them totally confused so that they don’t know what they want. Not just women, everyone. Men are as confused as well. People back then had less and were happier. In those days a nice presentable lad with a decent job, maybe apprentice draughstman at the town hall, good sense of humour, kind to children, well he was a catch!

The problem now

Oh dear oh dear. How times have changed. Poor women with their easily confusable brains are now drowning in social conditioning. Girls who are maybe nice ‘underneath’ carry a thick layer of crap crusted on them. They want this, they want that, they want it all. Most importantly our increasingly femo-centric society gives young women a grotesequely unrealistic sense of self value. In other words girls who went for your dad back in the day wouldn’t wipe their backsides on your hair if they were caught short without a tissue. In one way, however, some social conditioning has been removed. Women no longer think they have no purpose or choice than an early marriage and kids and a life of domestic bliss/servitude. Although I think feminism is evil and I actually think most women would be happier with three kids swarming round their feet than spending ten years working up to be a senior recruitment consultant at Hays I still passionately believe in equality of opportunity. Opportunity, not outcome. The only problem is it’s gone beyond this into brainwashing and women are too stupid to realise it till they’re fat and thirty-four. Kind of like the way lots of nerdy middle class boys like me think the most important thing in life is to succeed in the workplace and are too stupid to realise this is rubbish until we’re fat and thirty-five. Most of us would be happier having sex with a few dozen hot women, finding one really nice girl and having a family.

Why lying is OK

SalsaLord thinks Game is lying. Some of it is. To me I don’t think of it as lying. It’s window dressing. It’s just how you present yourself. It’s an act. It’s not really you. Look at it this way: you are in this mess probably because of the way you’ve been socially conditioned. You currently are not emitting pre-selection, which is desperately important to women as it’s in their chemistry. How can you break out of this without faking it to make it? You can’t unless you get lucky. And here’s the rub, if you tell white lies and make yourself look high value and attractive, the woman is going to be an awful lot happier as now she gets to hook up with a guy rather than going home alone. You’re not lying to her, you’re just getting your just playing by the neccessary rules of the social machine which has buggered things up for you both so far. Just wing it for a little bit and after a few months it won’t matter.

Don’t take the interaction too seriously either. It’s all a bit of a front at the beginning anyway. It’s verbal jujitsu. It’s sparring. As Hoobie brilliantly says in Transformations you just need to stop her grabbing the wheel and ditching the car off the road long enough to get to the destination because when you’re there she’ll be really happy. Look at it this way. Are you watching? This really blew my mind. Ok… all single women want to hook up. If they’re talking to you and smiling then you are physically acceptable enough for them. They WANT you to succeed. Oh yes. They WANT you to be a guy worthy enough for them.  So, SalsaLord, wake up. Buy the Mystery Method, learn a few basics and work on your Game and don’t take it too seriously. Remember, each time you tell a tichy porkie, maybe DHV yourself by pretending your ex was a model, etc, you’re doing this to make her happier. In a few months she’ll thank you for it, like a dog with discipline or a fat kid put through a military bootcamp.

Decisions decisions..

I have two equally tempting life plans for December and January (while I’m between contracts) and I can’t make my mind up.

Assumptions:

1. You love whoring.
2. Cost is not the most important factor.
3. In a year’s time you plan to take a big chunk of time off work, six months to one year, to do whatever you feel like, which may be more of the same.

Plan A:  Two month full-time Game-fest in London

My current contract ends at the end of November. I can keep my flat on and stay in London, full-time not working for The Man, right through till when I ideally want my next contract to start, say 1^st February. That’s eight weeks minus a week at home for Christmas. The plan would be to Game and write full time. A Game orgy. We’re talking five day-game, five+ dates (if possible) and four+ bar game per week.

Pros

1. Nitrous oxide boost for the Game, which frankly has stalled horribly since Snapback.
2. May get a bird(s).
3. Probably do more writing than the other plan.

Cons

1. Not travelling in lovely warm Asia places.
2. Not whoring in lovely warm Asian’s places.

Plan B:Month long travelling/whore-fest in Asia.

Can the flat and get on a plane. Spend a minimum of four weeks travelling round Asia, visiting friends in China and Manilla, travelling through Thailand and Laos, having a whale of a time and fucking as many hot prostitutes as I possibly can. Remaining weeks spent up North with folks.

Pros

1. Sex with multiple dozens of gorgeous, enthusiastic, cheap Asian women.
2. Random chance of bagging a freebie, traveller, shoring, etc.
3. Not in London.

Cons

1. No real progress with Game.
2. Gives up on the whole ‘great experiment’ idea (temporarily) which was supposedly to give western women another chance.
3. Slightly more expensive than the first plan.

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“Let me spoon-feed you little babies”; A weekend with Ross Jeffries, part one: ‘The Attendees’.

[Disclaimer: this is all subjective opinion. It is not hard fact and I'm not trying to imply it is. I'm not a journalist, I'm a lone blogger and I have zero affiliation with any PUA gurus]

Intro

Look here. Get the transmission.

Everyone in the seduction community has heard of Ross. He’s a legend, an enigma, much loved and much hated. Even when The Game came out he was old school. At the beginning, before God made The Game, all there was was Ross. Ross begat Mystery and Mystery begat Strauss, and Mystery and Strauss laid together and begat Tyler Durden and Strauss wrote a book, The Book, which begat everything in our world. And doesn’t he know it. He never stops marketing himself as “the founder of the seduction community”. Is it true? I don’t know. He’s certainly been influential.

How does he shape up then? Does his stuff hold its own? I forked out around a thousand dollars to find out and to meet him in person at his Speed Seduction 3.0 Seminar in stylish Hammersmith, London. What followed was one of the weirdest weekends of my life. A bizarre journey into the seduction world and the larger than life personality that is Ross Jeffries. By the end I’d taken as many notes about the intriguing personality that is Paul Ross/Ross Jeffries, his followers and the situation than about the content itself.

Ultimately I found the course flawed, and over the next gargantuan three part, nine thousand word review I’d like to explain why, and I’d also like to explain why I believe there is still gold in Speed Seduction, if you know how to dig. Let us begin…

The Attendees

We’ll start with the attendees. I’ve devoted a whole section to this because the attendees were one of the most fascinating aspects of the seminar. My first contact with them was when we were checking into the hotel reception. We were in mid-conversation with the receptionist when suddenly a fop-haired Euroweirdo tore up to the reception desk, flustered and out of breath, then flopped down against it. In a contrived out-of-breath voice he gasped “Ello! Ze..seminar… zere is a Reuss Jefferie seminar…oh meu god…eye am so late.. Plis… ze seminar?”. The receptionist raised an eyebrow and exchanged eye-code with the other receptionist. “Second floor” she said. Frenchie (as I had instinctively christened him) shrieked “zank you” then tore away in a ludicrously exaggerated pantomime-style impression of someone who is late for something very important and is rushing to get there. Unfortunately for the awesome effect he was trying to create he actually tripped over his Jesus sandals after a few steps and fell forward, twisting his body in mid fall and screaming “EU FECKING ELL!”. He caught himself in mid-fall and stumbled forward another few feet, slid on the floor then gathered himself and rushed off towards the lifts. When he’d gone a silence hung in the air. I looked at the receptionist. She looked at the other receptionist. The other guests looked at each other. A moment of silence.

When I arrived at the Seminar room it didn’t take long for us to realise how abnormal the other attendees were. Look, it isn’t really totally normal to spend your weekend at a ‘seduction seminar’ but even in the slime some Beta slugs are more equal than others. There are definitely different levels of slug and so far I’ve not seen any in the PUA community lower than the collection of saddos at that seminar. For a start, the majority seemed to be European. As if that wasn’t bad enough they had that weird, creepy Euroweirdness about them. There’s something about the body language, something about them invading your personal space, looming over you, twitching, with their big, weird glasses on and their rucksack on, with both straps, inside. And they vant to be your friend. Oh yes… they all vant to be your friend. They have that look in the eyes.

Hordes of Euroweirdos, with weird clothes, all milling around and being creepy and getting excited in little squeaky schoolboy voices and chuntering on about Ross this… Ross that. Ugh. I’m not a super-Alpha guy but in that environment man-power just started exuding from my body. I couldn’t help it. My cowardly inner thermostat had sensed the presence of zero Alphas and horde of pathetic, weak Betas so it took control and subtly altered my physiology. It was like the time at school where for some reason I made a mistake and went to the wrong playing field which was for the bottom rugby group. Rather than send me back to the right one the teacher told me just to play with this group for the session. Whereas normally I was in the middle group and spent most sessions miserably skirting the perimeter of the pitch trying to avoid the ball and all associated physical pain this session I looked around me at the small, runny-nosed, wheezy, bespectacled specimens and my inner coward came roaring forth and I spent a glorious afternoon wreaking terror on the nerds, viciously tackling them, smashing them to the earth and trampling them, sating all my Beta-rage. Even the normally sadistic games teacher was shocked at the violence I wreaked upon his tiny charges.

Apart from the Beta Euroweirdos there was a smaller portion of the audience made up of stuffy, over-serious British “NLP types” who formed a little clique at the back and didn’t mix with the Euroweirdos. This clique gave off a pompous air and sat, notebooks at the ready with an over-studious air about them. Occasionally they’d smugly chortle at something Ross said and glance at each other and give a little nod. Virgins.

I crept to the back and stayed there most of the weekend. We were petrified of mixing with the other attendees and tried our best to avoid them talking to us. Loserishness rubs off, I’m sure of it, and I had no intention of catching whatever awful loser curse this lot had. There must have been a few other normals hidden in there because at one point we overheard Frenchie scuttle up to someone on a break and say “Ve are all part of this together, yes? All part of ze community. Right?”. “No” the other person replied point blank.

By Sunday I was so intrigued by the attendees I compiled a list of the core weirdos in the audience:

Frenchie

King of the sad Euroweirdos. Does not deserve to breed. Sat next to Turquoise. At one point I noticed him scribble something on his pad and show it to Turquoise with an artificially contrived look of pain and suffering on his face. In big block capitals it said “TRY = FAILURE”. Then he shook his head forlornly and scribbled it out viciously. On one of the breaktimes Frenchie rushed around saying to everyone en masse “ve need to get the energy flowing, ve need to get dynamic, ze energy is not flowing at ze minute…. C’mon guys!”. The only thing that’ll be flowing is your blood, Frenchie, from your wrists, when you slit them in a hot bath in a few years time because you can’t bear to be you anymore.

Turquoise

Big chunky white 80’s sneakers, skin tight bright turquoise corduroy drainpipes and a matching turquoise sweater with blonde Hitler Youth hair and a boyish complexion. I presumed he was German, obviously, but was surprised to find out he was Danish. I still bet he loves techno. Retarded. Asked imbecile questions.

The Moore Consortium

defies description.. oh no, I just described it!

I got a hit on this guys website when searching for “Ross Jeffries Seminar London” or something similar. You HAVE to check this out. At first I thought it was some kind of sophisticated Brass Eye style joke. First off it’s called “The Moore Consortium”. Is he some kind of hive mind or Borg drone? Then you have the priceless quotes like this “David Moore is impossible to label as he continues to evolve”. Brilliant. Check out his blog for awesome pictures, like the one of him standing behind the flames of a fire-walk, being all enigmatic, or the bizarre shot of his office furniture. Of course the pride of his pictures is this one of him and Ross, both showing off their rings of power.

I was hoping this guy would turn up and sure enough he did halfway through the weekend, getting a “hey…. firewalker” from Ross. Of course he went and sat with the British NLP clique but kind of angled his body away from them a bit to demonstrate his incrementally higher value.

rings of power

Rings

This guy came to our attention as he paced round the room in a strange, creeping walk, peeling each foot off the ground precisely, with his arms rigid and straight down by his sides. Kind of like Axl Rose would walk if he’d just been anally raped. White leather winkle pickers, black trousers, white waistcoat and pink shirt. Ginger goatee and floppy hair. And every single finger had a coloured ring on it. As in eight rings. Plus he had the telltale thumb ring of the PUA. Strutting around the room with his rape victim walk, flicking his hair arrogantly and displaying his superior fashion sense; the Euroweirdos were in awe of him. I heard one of them compliment him with “wow man you look so cool I bet zis is really helping you pick up so many hot girls yes? I vish I could dress like zis”. In a moment of rare candour Rings explained “look, I’ve even matched my socks to my shirt. That’s clever that is”. The Euroweirdo was struck dumb. How could he, too, be such an accomplished PUA? Dress like a cunt. Be a cunt.

Turquoise and Rings in their natural habitat.

Chocolate Daddy

This guy was the subject of much attention over the weekend as he featured in Ross’ “Change work” demonstration on the Saturday. As you can maybe guess he was black and Ross chose the nickname for him. He does love his demeaning nicknames does Ross. Watch his DVDs. But it’s all in good fun, right?

Chocolate Daddy himself was pretty odd. 45 years old, quiet spoken and with a perpetually stunned/monged look on his face. He had the gentle, timid movements and quiet polite voice of the sickest of serial killers. I bet he’s a caring guy, loves his mum, is nice to his friends and subscribes to eighteen different bestiality websites.

2 x Hawaii Indians

Two old Indian blokes who apparently attended Ross’ Hawaii seminar years ago. Being 50 years old and travelling across the Atlantic to sit in shitty Hammersmith for two days attending a Speed Seduction seminar qualifies you as weird in my book.

Old Pakistani Guy

A really, really old guy from Pakistan I think. He’s about sixty five. Mate. I know ‘age doesn’t matter and all’ but COME ON. Give up! Get yourself out in the sticks with a pile of money and get yourself a nice village girl. For the price of this bleeding seminar you could probably buy ten.

Gift-giver

No, not an HIV infected homosexual fulfilling the wish of a non-infected homosexual who, jealous of the attention the ‘positive’ community receives wishes to “receive the gift” (yes, this really happens). Gift-Giver was a chubby, bespectacled Slovenian guy with a slightly insane look of total devotion in his eyes. I believe he may have actually literally been in love with Ross Jeffries. He rushed forward at the first request for volunteers and described how his Tom and Jerry T-Shirt was a symbol for Speed Seduction. At a later point when Ross asked if there were any questions he put up his hand and asked if he could give him something. There was an awkward silence. Ross tried to make a joke and change the subject. Oh no, Gift-Giver persists. He wants to give Ross something. What? “A gift, to say zank you.. a gift for you. I brought you something special”. Embarrassing. I wonder what it was. Maybe a litre bottle of his cum, to show his love. Voss… it voz a labour of love.. it took me one year to make zis for you. My kidneys are permanently damaged now.

Old, serious, British NLP corner

As described.

Beckster

What’s all the fuss about?. Looked like some kid in a coat.

Kezia Noble and Entourage

At one point three young girls dressed like whores turned up. I presumed Ross had hired three fifteen year old Russian prostitutes to be his ‘subjects’ but was stunned to learn that this was female, yes female,  PUA Trainer Kezia Noble and her sidekicks.

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The most annoying thing about the Rossites was not them themselves, as at least this was amusing and offered me a rare feeling of total superiority, but that having retards for attendees really affects the teaching during the seminar. Ross could barely get through a sentence without hands shooting up all over asking utterly, utterly banal and pointless questions. Endlessly. Material which should have taken 20 minutes ended up taking multiple hours to deliver.

Here’s an example. Ross is describing a “grounding exercise” which is a basic breathing exercise. You stand there, reach up, breathe in and then breathe out and bend down and swoop your arms downwards. Before he’s even finished Gift-Giver’s hand shoots in the air, and he even does that thing children at school used to do, where they strain and squirm and try and reach their hand as high as possible, using the other hand to support the elbow of the raised arm.

Ross: Yes?

Gift-Giver: Can you do it with bended knees?

(various slugs murmur and nod at such an awesome question)

Ross: Yes

Gift-Giver: I can do it without bending… but I just wanted to know for the purposes of this exercise

(Ross shudders)

In another exercise Ross is describing how you should close your eyes and imagine numbers in front of you counting up to three. Straight away a hand shoots up and a random Euroscum says “I can’t see the numbers”. Ross just looks at him with utter contempt.

I think the worst thing about the attendees, the thing that made them unbearable, was due to the way their neediness had manifested into a terrible, fawning, overwhelming submission and dependence on Ross Jeffries. There was a definite air of abject subjugation in that seminar room. I found it quite sickening, the constant fawning and submission to him. What was really repellent was that their seemed to be a cult of loserishness centred around Ross. I’ve been on a bootcamp before and met loads of other people on their PUA journey and by and large most of them are trying to take real steps to make themselves be better men and stand on their own two feet more. Watch some of the RSD material or the David D material and you’ll see Tyler or David pulling guys up and building them up, and you’ll see guys with that fire inside them just looking for a bit of advice and guidance. What I saw at this seminar was the opposite. I saw a mass of losers creating their own loser-club and offering their claustrophobically needy dependence on Ross Jeffries.

A good example of this was when Ross made an announcement at the start of day two. It went something like this:

“Ok. To the person who sent me the email last night. About considering the suicide… About saying I was ignoring you so that you were considering suicide over that girl… I am not ignoring you. That is not what’s going on. I don’t ignore anyone. It’s just that I am not qualified to deal with this. You need to seek professional assistance. I cannot continue a dialogue with you.”

Ross doesn’t pull these guys up either. He keeps them down nice and low where he can feel big and important, and yet in a way he despises them for it. As Frenchie asked yet more and more banal questions through the weekend Ross became increasingly more transparent in his contempt for him, making various jokes about him being retarded and saying things like “When you do that you’ll stop being a classic underachiever”. I’m pretty sure Ross thinks most of his attendees are losers and I’m pretty sure at some deep, deep level in some dark corner of their mind, beneath all the layers of smothering, needy love and obsession with him, there is a little dark corner in their brain where they hate him as well.

The twisted symbiotic hate/hate relationship between Ross and his disciples can be summed up with a quote straight from his mouth to the attendees in the middle of the seminar:

“All right little babies. I’ll spoon feed you if you open your mouths the right way”.

Coming soon… “Chocolate and Shit”; A weekend with Ross Jeffries part two: ‘The Content’.