“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.
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.
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’.
One of the funniest things I have read in ages. You really should consider writing for a living.
What about the material though? I’ve read one of his speed seduction books and can see how he does it. Only problem I find is how to work it into a normal conversation. Mystery’s stuff seems to be much easier to use.
The fact that you went to a speed seduction seminar doesn’t bode well for you. I’m sure all these other dudes thought you were pathetic also.
I disagree. I’ve seen many seminar videos of Ross, Mystery, DeAngelo, you name it. They all have the same thing in common. The audience. Hell, there’s even a documentary on game seminars that shows the same thing.
The attendees are usually very insecure and loserish and exhibit all the behavior tendencies of low self worth, which is appropriate considering the reason they’re there. I say ‘usually’ because the beta/alpha dichotomy is not black and white. It is a continuum, so you will see those at the top and bottom. It just so happens that when you get to a certain point, you don’t need seminars and the higher you are on the continuum the less likely you will be at the event. Speed seduction is very different from the currently promoted game in that it incorporates NLP. For that reason I think I would attend a seminar on it if I had the disposable income and could be guaranteed ‘adult’, i.e., intelligent, conversations.
I don’t fault Ross for the contempt. There’s only so much neediness and desperation one can stand when it’s aimed at you. He’s not able to pull them up if they don’t want to be.
The fact that Bhodisatta went to the seminar bodes WELL in that he’s on a path that will reveal the matrix of social dynamics. And that can only be a good thing.
Brutal
I have no idea if you are serious or not but you lack insight and you are continually shooting yourself in the foot and reloading.
In all my years in personal development and seminar attendance you are without doubt the most stupid blogger I have ever read. You pay nearly a thousand dollars to attend a seminar that you already plan to slate. You oil your way around the place and sidle up to the other attendees so that you can then take the piss out of them later. You do not have the nerve or the wit to state your case in person and only type your thoughts from the virtual existance you are more comfortable in. I sat near the back and remained quiet and listened. I also took notes. I think you are missing the point. As a pretty new follower of Speed Seduction and the Game you are light years behind the people at the seminar. I have checked a few of your claims. None of the attendees were the stereotypes you paint them to be. Chocolate Daddy is painted by you as a sick individual/ serial killer. Do you know him? Your racist slurs to ‘old paki(stani)’ show the level of your intellect (is it BNP membership you hold?) You dont even type the quote from the consortium webpage correctly!! I checked. You classify the girls that Kezia Noble brought as whores. I would imagine that whores are right up your street as they are the only ones you can pick up.
Whatever the case…you are the flawed individual. I was the guy in the black shirt and jeans sitting at the back near the camera guy. You were hiding behind a mask. Reading your blog I keep noticing a funny smell coming from the screen…sheep?…Cows?…oh no, of course; its BULLSHIT!
The only thing I smell is the cold steel of rigid truth. I too was at this seminar in Hammersmith and promptly walked out after the first day. The whole event was a laughable charade, Ross spends 90% of his time bullying and lowering the self-esteem of his audience, and then brings in painfully obvious NLP techniques in an attempt to get his acolytes to buy into him even more and make them dependant on him. I found the entire experience both sickening and creepy, and Bhodisatta is bang on the money when he describes the naiveity of most of the participants. Some of these guys sign away hundreds of pounds to join his personal course where there are promises of personalised emails and a once-a-month chance to speak directly with Ross on the phone. If they are already spending so much money on time with Ross Jeffries and getting success,why are they still spending over a thousand dollars to attend his seminar?
And before you start attacking the author’s comments on the event, did you notice the bit where he mentioned he thought he felt the course was actually quite good and is going onto the more positive things he feels in the next installment of his review? Bhodisatta is obviously writing for comedic effect for Christ sake, don’t take everything he writes as a personal vendetta.
Hi, very funny.
Thank you for understanding the “founder of the seduction community” a little bit better. Yeah, what you push into the universe, comes back 2 you.
For someone who brags about his adventures in sex-tourism and seeing prostitutes, you are hardly in the position to judge anyone.
Why don’t you ask “Chocolate Daddy” if he felt any contempt coming from me when I called him that?
Contempt? I see you filled with it; just look at the vicious labels you use on the seminar attendees. And not even to their faces.
For you to assume you know what I feel for my students is beyond absurd. I think you project the hate you feel onto me because you cannot possibly understand having compassion for those who are seeking to truly improve in this area of life.
And finally, you signed a binding agreement not to reveal the identities of those attending the event, which you have clearly violated with your post.
Does the word “honor” mean anything to you? Clearly not.
Cheap-shots and slurs. Takes no talent or wit to sling them about.
RJ
In all fairness, Ross HAS to say that. Ross can NEVER say he loathes interactions with his audience because that would be biting the hand that feeds.
Which identities were revealed? We have made up nicknames and basic descriptions of people that we couldn’t tell apart at a comic book convention and… oh yeah, Beckster, Kezia, and David Moore. There’s no WAY they’d go to an NLP seminar. 8|
That being said, Ross’s 4th paragraph may have some truth to it, but is speculation and can only be validated by honest introspection by Bhodisatta.
Exactly. Apart from comic-book style caricatures and a picture the size of a pea the only identities I revealed were Beckster and Kezia (and they are in the industry so I don’t care) and The Moore Consortium, but he has plastered his attendance and picture all over his own blog anyway so it’s public domain.
I have compassion for good men who have fallen on hard times. I feel sorry for Chocolate Daddy. I don’t have compassion for purestrain losers, as deep down most of that behaviour comes from selfishness, self-indulgence, lack of discipline and unwilligness to make a true commitment to others.
Dear Lord this really shows Ross pathology.
Ross gets mad that you claim to know what he feels or doesn’t feel for his students, yet he constantly bashes all of his much more successful competition for saying that they don’t care for their students and are only in it for the money.
He then has the nerve to type the word “honor” when he lacks any honor both personally or professionally.
And my favorite: “Cheap Shots and slurs takes not talent or wit to sling”
ROSS…you dumb fucking hypocrite…your entire life is cheap shots and slurs. Your childish jokish posts about Mehow and Savoy having anal sex and how everybody sucks but you. Seriously dude, I have never seen someone so delusional.
Everything Ross says is the desperate attempts of a washed-up has-been pathological pervert.
I think RJ has a legitimate claim to being a (not the) founding member of the seduction community. His debates (with a guy whose name I can’t remember now) on alt.seduction.fast were something to see (does anyone even remember usenet? ahh the good old days).
If David Moore chooses to reveal his identity, that’s his business. You had no right to do so.
Losers? I see people who are deeply stuck, want to connect, but don’t have the skills or means to do so. Amazing how you can hold people in contempt who have done you no wrong and no harm.
Would you have contempt for people who can’t read and want to learn how?
The idea that men should somehow naturally be good with women-and that those who aren’t somehow deserve to be punished for it, is just cruel and sick.
At least these guys aren’t fucking fat black whores.
Purestrain losers are “seflish” and “self-indulgent”?
No many of them just have not had any male role models, engage in depressive patterns of thinking(that can be fixed), have been victims of emotional or physical abuse, etc.
You want to have contempt? Have it for the bigots, haters, and self-styled hipsters who write self-indulgent blogs about their narcissistic adventures and think people care about their perversions.
RJ
By the way, that person who wrote me the email did, in my opinion, need professional help. I didn’t say it with any sort of contempt; I said it with kindness, concern and accuracy.
If I see someone needs more time, attention and professional help than I can give, I let them know. I could have ignored the guy completely. But that would have been cruel.
And I respected his privacy and did not point him out.
Amazing how you can twist an act of honesty and compassion in to some kind of contempt. You must be loaded with bile and hate to see contempt when in fact there was and is compassion.
You are one sick, twisted fuck.
You are one sick, twisted fuck.
I’m trying to come up with a joke, and the punch line is, “[something something] Ross Jeffries [something] public relations.” I’m afraid, though, of regretting the effort I’ll have put into this.
Is there a seminar for me somewhere?
the great thing about this blog is that you expose flaws and contradictions with the same brutal honesty and precision in yourself as in others. the reader can judge the accuracy by assessing the lens — or take cheap shots at you by pointing at the less flattering parts of your own self-portrait. this is literature.
Someone gets it.
Bodhi,
This review is hilarious.Very informative. Good writing.
Ross,
Having read your materials and seen your videos, my gut instinct is that there is definitely some substance (with maybe some projection) in Bodhi’s review.
In any case, its a call to improve the quality of your seminars. With 20 years teaching experience under your belt, your seminars should be fantastatic.
Man, it sounds like a zoo. This actually makes me want to go to one! haha
Now you can see for yourself the truth about Chocolate Daddy and what he experienced.
There are few greater pleasures in life that proving a liar to be a liar and proving the truth:
http://www.seduction.com/blog/what-our-seminars-do/
Great to see Ross. Awesome. To be able to make such a difference for a man who hasn’t approached women for thirty+ years… and who NEVER spoke to a woman who was outside of his family..
I mean.. I can get a guy to approach (for the first time of his life) but this guy had really DEEP fears.. Great! The most important step. Being a succes because of approaching. Without the 1st step no girlfriends, sex or whatever..
I was at this seminar and I don’t really like the content of your article.
It’s true that they are lots of “geeks” who choose to go to seminars BUT isn’t it the first step to improve their life?
I don’t understand why the author of the article is so negative towards the guys because lots of them were friendly. Does he think he’s superior? Sad…
I thank Ross for what he does. Of course, he’s just a human with his qualities and flaws like everyone of us BUT I’m certain that he does his best to help others.
Very sad article.
Unhappy reader.
Dear Ross.
I find humour in the drama that is the Speed Seduction community, including your apathy to your direct competitors. This is why I intend to write fiction about you. It is only a shame that you will never have the chance to meet me, because I am very talented at what I do. I make people laugh. And they enjoy what I write.
You’re a very interesting man.
Kikik.
OOHHHHH……I’m sure all the attendees will still laugh…he he….But ….you can’t say that about people…..can you….I mean it was fucking funny …but that must be your limit to humour, because anyone with more quality to offer would think that is extremely tasteless and think twice………It’s fucking funny though……But look…Do you think all those Homosapians would be there if they already had confidence and truck loads of women? DO YOU? No…Ofcourse not!! You can’t knock someone for trying to better themself…It’s like seeing a retard learning to improve it’s posture and you going over and pushing it over!! (That was thrown out of court by the way)…Even if it does seem hopeless….But thats why they turn up to meet someone who’s been doing self improvement for 20 years and practically invented online seduction community.
Fucking funny though….
Rus
I was there. This review of the seminar is a bit too extreme but a lot of things are true.
Ross Jeffries has a negative personality and he frequently puts down his seminar attendees. I don’t recommend his seminars.
”It is what I have been battling against in NLP for such a long time: the idiots, the charlatans who offer ineffective, substandard training and churn out people with a totally false sense of competence and confidence.” (matt caulfield)
I guess I”m the anomaly here. I got into Ross’s stuff literally about 15 years ago after going to a Tony Robbins Seminar and learnign about NLP. Going to a seminar, I didn’t experience what you’re talking about. Well, not really. THere were a lot of people there who shall we say, had serious issues, but a lot of folks were just average run of the mill joes (in fact that was the majority). There were a few people who constantly asked dumb ‘banal’ questions, but that happens at every seminar. There was an atmosphere of Ross as superhuman but again, I see that at a lot of seminars and I didn’t detect Ross fanning the flames in the least. There were things I learned there, from Ross that were priceless. I never had a problem getting dates or the girls I wanted, but I had big problems keeping them – b/c I acted like a total doormat. Ross was the first person that had told me “You don’t have to act like a total p&ssy to get girls, in fact it’ll back fire”. After 4 years of college where Feminism was predominant, and constant tv show and article claiming women wanted sensitive men, it was easy to fall into that trap. Ross , whatever you think of him, was one of the first voices saying “F*ck that”. If you call and she doesn’t call back – f*ck her. It might seem obvious nowadays that game is mainstream, but trust me, back in the early 90s this was all heresy – I can’t tell you how many of my ‘nice guy’ friends laughed hysterically when i explained my new philosophy. All I can say is, that all the bs in my relationships (well, not ALL, but a whole lot) disappeared when I used Ross’s advise. Not the NLP stuff, but mainly just the stuff about being a man and not being a doormat.. I’m sure people will ridicule me for saying htis b/c today, it’s obvious, but if you hit dating age in the 80′s or early 90s, I’m telling you the pressure to be a beta male was really strong and there weren’t many voices saying otherwise (hell, even studs like Hef would sign praises to feminism and the like). One place I never really bought into w/ Ross was using NLP to get laid – maybe I just couldn’t make it work for me – maybe b/c I didn’t really need to – for wahtever reason – I used NLP to help me get ahead at work all the time, but couldn’t do much dating wise and wasn’t comfortable doing it anyway. Ross is a strange bird for sure. But I found him pretty cool. As an attendee he was cool as hell to me and everyone I saw. Granted, this was a LONG time ago back when Ross was barely known – so maybe he’s gotten much more egotisical since than – I cant’ say. But in any case, he was a groundbreaker and for that I’ll give him props. It wasn’t that long ago that the idea of partisanship in the Game world was inconceivable (I know, I sound like a ‘back in my day’ douchebag and I honestly don’t mean to). I’m willing to give the guy his due -whatever you think of him, I know he’s helped a lot of people and he sure as hell helped me.
Have you got something against using the return key?