Pick Up 101 All The Rage…
June 5, 2006 by Thundercat
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There’s a pretty big write-up on the Pick-Up 101 guys in the latest San Francisco Magazine. The reporter really seemed to enjoy the workshop.
its funny, because Pick-Up 101 doesn’t really get as much press as a company like Mystery Method does, but I have yet to hear a single bad thing about their workshops. In fact, many people who take them seem to have very positive experiences close to what the reporter in the article shares (unlike some workshops which shall remain nameless, you know, the ones that start with an R and end with a D).
Those San Fran boys really seem to be kicking some ass up there. Check it out for yourself…
What does it take to get a date in this town?
San Francisco singles complain that the city is a dating wasteland, but Lance Mason is challenging us to an old-fashioned game of pickup. Doesn’t he see that men here are too busy being laid back and women too smart to be played?
By Jaimal Yogis
It’s an average afternoon at the Z. Cioccolato candy shop in North Beach. The young employees are bored stiff from hours of arranging taffy and playing with toy cows that defecate Dr. Pepper–flavored jellybeans. That is, until Jesse Hull walks in.
Jesse is a 6-foot-2-inch 33-year-old with a goatee and dark, curly hair that he pins back with, not one, but two pairs of sunglasses. He’s flaunting blue and gray snakeskin shoes, Diesel jeans, and a see-through button-down with fishlike creatures embroidered on it. It’s a style pickup artists like Jesse call peacocking, a way to set yourself apart from the masses.
Jesse is one of the many acolytes of Lance Mason, the number-one pickup artist in the Bay Area. As founder of PickUp 101, a two-year-old company that teaches men how to flirt, date, and generally pick up women, transforming average guys into flawless ladies’ men, Mason is the leader of San Francisco’s new posse of PUAs. I’m hanging out with Jesse after my first day at one of Mason’s workshops, which I am studiously observing.
If you haven’t heard of PUAs, you will. You may have already slept with one. They’re men who spend incredible amounts of time zealously analyzing what to wear, say, and do to attract the opposite sex. Yes, there have always been ladies’ men, but the new cultlike community of pickup artists is more than that. Using psychological games and other tactics, based partly on primate behavioral patterns and partly on Tom Cruise and James Dean moves, they’re developing a pseudoscience that is sweeping the nation. Many PUAs post their results and theories in chat rooms like MysteryMethod.com, teach workshops like Mason’s, and brag about their exploits and abilities to pick up high-profile women like Britney Spears and Paris Hilton.
Last year, Neil Strauss released The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists. The best-selling book, with its embossed cover resembling a bible, became an instant cult classic. “The PUA thing has grown exponentially since the book,” says Strauss, who is heralded as the number-one PUA in the country, having seduced innumerable women before meeting his current girlfriend, the blonde guitarist for Courtney Love. “In the past, I believed there were guys who had it and guys who didn’t,” says Strauss. “But once you find out that it can be learned, everything changes.”
As sleazy as the PUA trend may sound, San Francisco certainly needs something to pull itself out of its dating doldrums. The city has long been a notoriously difficult place to meet people. According to a poll conducted by San Francisco magazine in 2003, over half of singles say it’s harder to hook up here than anywhere else. In a city of cliques, we fall into ruts and forget it’s possible to fall in love with someone with different politics, career goals, or tattoos. Men let their deeply rooted PC fear of objectifying women prevent them from approaching them. Online dating seemed like a solution, but it often dissolves into the tedious task of r�sum� swapping, rarely providing the chemistry-induced adrenaline rush that good old-fashioned flirting does.
Still, many women are understandably turned off by the whole idea of PUAs. “Lines are disingenuous,” says Lisa, a 26-year-old graduate student I met in a café in Oakland. “I don’t use them, and I don’t want guys to use them.” Moreover, Bay Area women accuse the men here of flighty relationship hopping, and PickUp 101 may exacerbate the problem. Practice makes perfect, and some women could end up as lab rats for a zealous PUA climbing the chick ladder, hoping each conquest will be better than the last.
But Mason offers more than “a line,” in part because he knows the women here are different. “They’re smart, independent, and they have their lives together,” he says, “and they expect the same from men.” With a reputation in the PUA world for sincerity, his style is more Bay Area–friendly than most. While he teaches routines for beginners, he encourages men to abandon those routines once they feel comfortable enough to rely on their own instincts.
But even if Mason’s weird science does work, what guy is going to humble himself to take a class on meeting women? When I first heard about Mason’s workshops, I imagined a room of clueless Silicon Valley techies and Marina Triangle slicksters bragging about how fast they can get women into bed. But I discovered that these guys, like most of us, are simply looking for validation from attractive people—they’re just being more proactive about getting it.
Z. Cioccolato is supposed to be my first chance to observe a PUA in action, but suddenly Jesse is pushing me to participate. I’m terrified and uncomfortable. Even if I do get lucky, it feels a bit wrong to hit on strangers for sport. But the first thing PUAs learn is that women want to be picked up. As Will Smith says in Hitch: “No woman wakes up saying, ‘God, I hope I don’t get swept off my feet today.’” Besides, Jesse claims to have once been shy himself, unable to meet women who weren’t friends of friends. But now he’s acting like he owns the place.
Jesse locks in on his target, a darkly tanned clerk who’s arranging stuffed animals. I follow, my lower back in a knot, a response Mason says happens when we try to be “cooler than we are.” This is why, I’m now realizing, PUAs-in-training need routines.
“I’m looking for a gift for my 8-year-old niece,” Jesse says, using step one from one of the pickup routines he learned from Mason. “Any recommendations?” The girl points to some T-shirts, “Paris Hilton really likes these.”
Jesse now has to get her laughing: “Are you kidding? I don’t want my niece dressing like Paris Hilton!” The comment is also a subtle “neg,” a PUA term for a line that playfully cuts a woman down but doesn’t actually hurt her feelings. Negs make the suitor seem less needy, and differentiates him from every other guy fawning over her. The girl laughs on cue, and Jesse slaps her a high five, establishing “kino,” PUA-speak for touch. Jesse squeezes her hand—a test—and she squeezes back, signaling that he should move on to building rapport.
Suddenly, the young woman working the fudge counter slingshots a stuffed monkey at Jesse’s head—she seems to want to flirt, too. He catches it like Willie Mays, in a move that screams alpha confidence.
Impressed, I try my luck with an overly made-up 20-something woman who just walked in with her mother. “This stuff is great, but it’s hard to get out of the sheets,” the mother whispers, pointing to some body chocolate. Attempting to create banter, I weigh in: “Totally, it’s so sticky.” The daughter chuckles and touches my shoulder—kino—an invitation to flirt more. But I clam up, acting like what PUAs call an AFC: average frustrated chump. Jesse notices and swings in with backup. “Uh-oh, here come the party girls,” he calls out to the women as they turn toward him. Somehow, it works. They giggle and start chatting with him. The employees laugh. Anyone walking into the shop would immediately notice that Jesse is controlling the room. In fact, after a grandmother toddles in, it takes just a few flirty lines before she proposes to him. “Oh my god,” says the fudge clerk, beaming. “Who is this guy?” Jesse leans over to me and says: “Imagine. Life could be like this all the time.”
I first arrive at the PickUp 101 “mansion” on a Friday morning. It’s really just an apartment on Powell Street, but PUAs like to call their homes mansions: if you aspire to be Hugh Hefner, you have to psych yourself up. Inside, it’s a bit of a disco frat pad: a velvet love seat sits invitingly in the corner near a tropical aquarium and a wooden wine rack. A disco ball hangs above black leather couches, which frame a gas fireplace with flames leaping up from behind crackled glass.
Eleven men, who have traveled from as far away as New York and as nearby as the Marina, sit patiently, hoping that this $1,700, three-day workshop will help them reach their full player potential. Most of them are software engineers, but there’s also a lawyer, an actor, a professional gambler, and a firefighter. They run the gamut from attractive and stylish to dorky and clueless. Since this is an advanced class, the students have all been to at least one other pickup class before, so they know the jargon. As “Rico Suave” and “Sex Machine” blare in the background, I hear guys say things like, “I opened this three-set but was forgetting to kino. Luckily, Bob was winging for me, and he distracted her friends so I could isolate and run the cube.” It’s the kind of language you’d expect at a Dungeons & Dragons conference, not in a rehash of last night’s exploits.
Mason runs different types of trainings, covering everything from how to dress to managing multiple relationships, but this weekend is on Day Game. The more common Night, or Bar, Game involves being entertaining and overtly sexual, but Day Game is more subtle and thus more difficult. The key is establishing an emotional connection without seeming creepy. “Nothing kills attraction faster than being creepy,” says Mason.
Mason, 33, has big, sensitive blue eyes that have made hundreds, if not thousands, of women swoon. His smile says all-American farm boy, but his dress—faded jeans with a massive belt buckle and a button-down with an embroidered ram on the sleeve—reads like an Esquire take on California frat. He’s charismatic and charming; his posture exudes confidence.
But that wasn’t always so. As a UC Davis engineering student, Mason was a total AFC. He had had two long-term relationships with girlfriends who chose him more than he chose them. He was dissatisfied, but afraid to break up.
At the time that his brother was getting a divorce, his second girlfriend was pressuring him into marriage. That’s when things started to click. “I realized deciding who to spend my life and raise a family with is the most important decision of my life,” Mason says over lunch at the Steps of Rome Caffe, a restaurant known for its flirty waiters. “I needed to make it the focus of my life.”
Like a mad scientist, Mason threw himself into learning everything he could about women. He read books, studied films, and approached women constantly, logging what worked and what didn’t. Before long, he says, about half the women he approached were accepting his advances, but he didn’t want a relationship yet. He spent seven years learning about himself and what he wanted in a woman. He established some guidelines. No going out on three dates in a row—that’s how you fall in love. “I recommend everyone date multiple people at once before settling down,” says Mason. “That way, you see your partners for who they really are, rather than projecting onto them.”
Then in 2002, he discovered a community of guys who were studying the same thing. While it had not yet gone mainstream with the release of The Game, the PUA community was holding workshops and posting blogs. Mason signed up for a class with Mystery, the most hyped PUA at the time. Strauss, who was working with Mystery then, says Mason popped out as a star. Mason quickly gained a reputation as a skilled ladies’ man who had a mastery of the pickup techniques but also maintained his respect for women. Men started coming to him for advice on everything from maintaining a marriage to initiating threesomes. After a while he didn’t have time to respond to all the e-mails and phone calls, so he quit his computer job and started PickUp 101. Now in its second year, his business is quickly expanding, with nearly 10,000 people receiving his regular e-mails, and 30 workshops a year held here and in New York. Every workshop is booked solid.
It’s easy to see why PickUp 101 is attracting so many men. Mason’s motto is “Ladies’ men aren’t born; they’re made.” He helps guys looking for more action or even a wife, but also men who are depressed or too terrified to talk to women. “Half of it’s confidence,” Mason says. “If you’re not good with women, then early on you probably experienced failure, and each failure reinforced that you were not good with women. I teach men how to be cooler than they think they are.”
Mason sells himself as proof that it’s possible. “I’ll walk into a bar and establish rapport with a woman,” he says in his opening speech of the workshop, “and I don’t care if Brad Pitt walks in and makes out with her. When she goes to bed that night, she’s going to be thinking about that moment with me. That’s how powerful this stuff is.” What man wouldn’t be intrigued?
For our first day, Mason has created communication exercises for the students; they rotate among stations and act out hypothetical situations, overseen by Mason and his assistants, many of whom were once students themselves. Since it’s only men, they all take turns in the female roles, creating moments most women would pay to see. “So how did that feel when I touched your elbow?” asks Eric, a New Yorker with a Sting haircut, after running a pretend pickup on George, an actor. “Well, I liked the way it felt,” George says earnestly, “but you were a little too close to me, which felt invasive.”
At one station, men rehearse “deep rapport” stories—tales about their past that show their sensitive side. Mason says they’re one of the most powerful ways to quickly build a connection. “I don’t even use these stories with women anymore,” he says. “I don’t want them to get too attached.”
The deep-rapport stories flow for over an hour, creating a full-fledged therapy session. Alex, a former opera singer, tears up as he recounts singing Beethoven in Spain. Jesse weeps while describing a relative’s death. When I ask Jesse if it’s disingenuous to be rehearsing a supposedly sincere moment, he takes my question seriously. “We all have stories we tell over and over because they explain what we’re about deep down,” Jesse says. “Just because we tell them a lot, or even rehearse them, doesn’t make them less sincere.”
But it’s more than learning what to say. “You can have the worst line ever,” Mason explains, “but if you create a powerful impression with your body language, you can make any line work.” Throughout the day, he spends hours correcting the way the students walk, stand, speak, and breathe. “It’s not that hard to be the coolest guy in the room when you know this stuff,” says Mason. The tips are obvious—shoulders back, smile when entering a room, make eye contact—but it’s amazing how difficult it is for the students to break their simple habits of slouching and frowning.
Saturday: time to put the skills to the test. After a couple more hours of rehearsal and a brief round of chanting “Let’s go meet some women” along to the Rocky theme song, the class is sent out to Union Square, the San Francisco Centre mall, and the Marina. I hit Union Square with Dominic, a 33-year-old professional gambler from Cleveland. Before Dominic discovered PickUp 101 a few months ago, he rarely left the house. He’s a big guy—240 pounds—with acting skills that are worse than Keanu Reeves’s on a bad day. But he already looks less robotic than yesterday, and more important, he’s willing to try. Half of pickup is approaching people. Dominic sees two tall, sleekly dressed women buying coffee, and he pounces, using the three-step opening combo he’s been practicing all morning.
“Excuse me,” he asks, “do you have the time?”
“Uh, sure,” one responds disinterestedly. “It’s 1:30.”
“Thanks,” Dominic says. “I should hire you as my personal assistant. You could, like, help me plan my day. Wait a minute, can you type?”
The woman says nothing. Her friend cuts in. “I think you can do that yourself.” And they walk away.
Ouch. The lines came off too stiff, which, according to Mason, equals creepy. I run up for moral support, expecting Dominic to be sulking. But he’s smiling. “At least I tried,” he says. “This is actually kind of fun.” And therein lies one of the biggest secrets of pickup: realizing that rejection isn’t that bad.
Wandering Union Square, I see more of Mason’s students scouting for live test material. I follow Gordon, a 39-year-old programmer from the South Bay. He’s 5 feet 8 inches with a pudgy, round belly, but he’s wearing a pair of Stacy Adams alligator-skin shoes, which he says bring him luck. He’s approaching a woman in a puffy gold jacket, who is standing by the heart sculpture across from the Westin St. Francis. With her athletic body wrapped in tight designer jeans, she’s way out of his league. “Don’t even try,” I want to shout after Gordon as he strides ahead. But it’s too late.
“Hey, do you know where an ATM is?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I think over there,” the woman responds, pointing vaguely toward Market Street.
“You don’t know, do you? Damn, I was totally going to hire you as my tour guide,” he jokingly replies.
The woman laughs.
“So you’re not from around here are you?” he asks, touching her shoulder.
“No, I’m from Vienna, but I just moved here three months ago,” she says with a smile.
Gordon takes the bait. “You know what I love about this city….”
Oh my god, I think. It’s working. Short, pudgy Gordon is getting positive feedback from the sexiest woman in sight. He’s standing up straight and leaning back slightly so as not to convey neediness, and looking pretty slick in an innocent kind of way. After talking to her for a solid hour, he leaves with a phone number and a date for Monday night. We high-five, and I see how this can become an addiction. Pickup is the perfect male bonding exercise: half the rush is showing off.
After four hours out in the field, the PUAs retreat to the mansion. The place is abuzz with stories of phone number exchanges and comical rejections. “I just never thought any women would want to talk to a guy with my body type,” says Alex, a PickUp 101 convert who subsequently quit his high-paying tech job to work for Mason full time. Mike, a fit, attractive Marina guy in square, wire-rimmed glasses who had been fumbling all his lines during the morning practice sessions, seems especially happy. He approached a woman and, deciding to just toss his lines, told her how beautiful she was. She gave him her e-mail address. “She just opened up,” Mike says in disbelief. “It was amazing.”
Not everyone had success—i.e., digits—but everyone had a good time. Part of Mason’s strategy is to get his students to be more social in general, so the guys talked to all kinds of strangers, not just beautiful women. “It’s amazing how much we feel like we’re in these little boxes, separated from everyone,” says Daniel, one of Mason’s first students, “but we’re just not.”
The next day, Mason brings in women to offer feedback. One of them is Yuko Yamazaki, Mason’s girlfriend, whom he met at a 24 Hour Fitness seven months ago. A no-nonsense, 26-year-old software engineer who struts around in high-heeled boots and a miniskirt, she doesn’t seem the type to fall for canned lines. I can’t resist asking what she thought of Mason’s initial pickup. She says he asked how her iPod worked while she was lifting weights—not exactly what one expects from one of the best pickup artists in the country. But his body language must have been good. “After he got my phone number, I went and called my friends,” Yamazaki tells me, blushing. “I told them, ‘I just met the smoothest guy ever.’”
She’s a big fan of PickUp 101 and helps out at many of the events. “Some of my friends think it’s weird,” she says. “But when they meet Lance, they see that he’s helping men treat women better.”
The other female assistants, who found the company through a job posting on Craigslist, are fans as well. “Guys need it,” says Luanne Hernandez, a bubbly 22-year-old who has worked at two other PickUp 101 workshops. “Women get good advice from Cosmo and their friends, but guys don’t have anything.”
Hearing from these two makes the whole thing seem less scandalous, and the more I ask women what they think, the better I feel about it all. “I think it’s necessary and called for,” says Natalie Mock, a 28-year-old from Berkeley who says guys try to pick up on her all the time at her restaurant job. “Most guys just go off their instincts, which is generally a bad idea. If these classes are done in a way that’s thoughtful to the woman, then I support it.”
Even skeptics are getting converted. “Dolly,” author of the popular sex blog The Truth about Cocks and Dolls, was put off by PUAs at first. But after she met more, including two from San Francisco, she wrote a letter to the Village Voice defending them, in response to the paper’s negative article on the subject in March. “PUAs try to create a fun, positive, and exciting experience for the woman,” Dolly wrote. “The credo many follow is ‘Leave her better than you found her.’ What’s so bad about that? That they want to get laid, too? Guess what? Guys have always wanted sex and will continue to want sex. You can’t fault them for finally discovering methods that are successful.”
To further inspire us for day three, Mason shows a clip of a true natural: playboy Howard Hughes, as played by Leonardo DiCaprio in The Aviator. In the scene, he picks up a cigarette girl, using many of the techniques Mason teaches, creating a near-orgasmic sexual tension in under two minutes. “Hughes is better than me,” Mason admits. “Hollywood understands attraction. You guys can learn from this.”
Watching DiCaprio, I’m intrigued by the power of these techniques and eager to cash in on the action. I hit the women’s shoe section at Macy’s. After making several methodical laps, I force myself to approach a woman in light brown, knee-high leather boots. She’s the exact type I never approach cold: stylish, confident, gorgeous. I want to try the “movie-moment method” on her, a technique in which the suitor says something fearless like, “There’s just something about you. I had to meet you.” But I wimp out.
“Those shoes really bring out your skin color,” I say, smiling and standing tall. “You think they have them in baby blue for me?”
“Really?” she says, and I remember that I’m in San Francisco. What was I thinking?
“No, I just came over here to flirt with you,” I tell her, using a line I saw Jesse try.
“Oh, OK,” she says, laughing, but perhaps slightly intimidated.
At this point I’m supposed to transition into building rapport, but this woman’s beauty is making me forget the techniques. Luckily, she initiates more banter.
“Look at my crazy teal socks,” she says.
I remember to toss out a “warm read,” an intuitive comment based on observation. “Oh, I see. Those must be, like, your inner playfulness hiding behind your cool exterior.” Warm reads are what PUAs call chick crack, and indeed, she giggles.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
She likes me. She really, really likes me. But just when it’s getting good, her family arrives. “Well, nice meeting you. I’m shopping with my family today. Have a good day.” We wave and smile. She’s gone.
My confidence boosted, I spend the day approaching women everywhere—Macy’s, H&M, Borders. I’m not going for phone numbers yet, just having basic conversations: baby steps. A tall, stunning brunette exiting Macy’s seems genuinely touched when I run across the street to tell her she’s beautiful, but she says she has a serious boyfriend. A pale, leggy woman wandering Union Square entertains an awkward 10-minute conversation, but won’t offer me any IOIs—indicators of interest—so I abandon ship. But no matter. I’m having an epiphany: I can talk to anyone.
But then, eerily, I run into two guys from Real Social Dynamics, another local pickup group that hosts trainings every weekend. I watch as the short, unshaven guy with an annoying accent and his friend sporting black nail polish and lots of jewelry—classic peacocking—approach two Scandinavian-looking girls who have already been hit on by PickUp 101 guys. I’m with Daniel, one of Mason’s assistants, and he explains how their techniques differ, as if they’re from a rival kung fu school. “We don’t try to entertain the girl as much. They’re acting like it’s a club in the middle of Union Square.”
It turns out that Mystery Method, one of the most well-known PUA groups, is also running a workshop here this weekend. How many Howard Hughes aspirants can Union Square hold at once?
A few minutes later, the Scandinavian girls see me scribbling in a notebook and run up to find out what the hell is going on. “Excuse me,” one says, tapping my shoulder. “Guys keep approaching us saying weird things, and I just saw one of them hiding a video camera.” It was inevitable: they’ve spotted Derek, the PickUp 101 intern, trying to film a live pickup to be analyzed later for training purposes. I’m not sure if I should blow the guys’ cover, but I had run Mason’s techniques on the girls myself earlier that day, and my guilt gets the better of me. I admit what’s going on, expecting to get slapped, but instead they’re into it. “That’s so cool,” they say. “Teach us how to pick up on guys.” Apparently, they don’t read Cosmo in Sweden.
I chastise myself briefly for getting involved in this cult, but only until I spot a petite blonde in a head scarf. She has huge blue eyes and she’s handing out fliers on the corner of Stockton and Post; it’s a perfect opportunity to talk. I beeline toward her, tossing aside my qualms, but run head-on into another moral quandary. She’s a Hare Krishna, and her fliers explain the group’s tenets; soon I’m debating human potential and the cosmos with her. She tries to make me a “servant of Krishna,” but her body language is terrible. Besides, getting converted to one cult is enough for a weekend.
I remember a cute girl I saw yesterday working at the Borders caf� and go find her. I had complimented her on her tattoo, but then chickened out and left without making conversation. She’s not stereotypically beautiful, but there is something irresistible about her short, curly hair, square glasses, and nose piercing.
This has to be executed perfectly, I tell myself as I walk toward the caf� like a cowboy strolling into the O.K. Corral, not showing an ounce of indecision.
“I saw you yesterday,” I say in an unusually low voice. “And I had to come back and talk to you.”
She smiles, and before she even says a word, I know that I’ve succeeded. Soon, we’re exchanging contact info, and Jesse, who just happens to be in Borders coaching another student, watches the whole thing.
“That was awesome,” he says afterward with a brotherly high five.
Every successful pickup builds on itself. I feel so on my game that when I walk downstairs to the magazine section and see the woman I met earlier at Macy’s, my lines come naturally.
“Hey, are you stalking me?” I joke.
“I think you’re stalking me,” she says, jabbing me.
And we chat. When she asks me what I do, I have a rehearsed answer from one of Mason’s identity exercises. The key is to set yourself apart. “I’m really lucky right now because I get to surf all the time,” I say. “Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve dreamed of being a surfer.”
By saying this, instead of just telling her I’m a freelance writer who has written about surfing, I’m surprising her—and showing my sensitive side, appearing vulnerable. Correspondingly, she opens up and tells me about her childhood in the Bay Area, Guam, and Hawaii. The surfing line was a good call. When the conversation ends, she offers me her e-mail address. “So if you’re ever in San Antonio, let me know,” she says, grinning.
“OK. Great!” I say, dazed. “Wait—San Antonio?” As a typical Bay Area commitmentphobe, my first reaction is relief: the pressure is off. But then I find myself religiously checking my e-mail, hoping for a reply from her—or the Borders barista. No dice.
Turns out flirty banter is one thing, but closing the deal is another. Mason reminds us that even with a killer pickup, you need the personality to back it up. But I refuse to believe I don’t have what it takes. Still, instead of replies from my crushes, my in-box is filled with e-mails from Mason, reminding me that another $1,700 workshop could get me closer to the perfect pickup. Hmmm. For now, I think I’ll stick to my instincts—Mason’s mansion is always there if I need it.
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quit responding to ray’s posts. just ignore him. if enough emails are sent to thundercat’s inbox asking to have ray banned, then maybe TC will ban him.
Replying to his posts just eggs him on more.
If you argue with a fool, what does that make you?
Don’t let Ray Gordon ruin this site!
Bad enough Tundercat had to start moderating because this Ray fella posted BS under 50 different names, now he sabotages each thread with 2000 word flame BS postsunder his “own” name!
This ain’t any better than Gunwitch impersonation or “xxx ruined my Life”-posts!
Don’t let Ray ruin my soccer world cup ’06 experience with his crappy posts!
“I am cutting Thundercat’s site out of my weekly reading/posting ritual.”
Good choice.
All the fun is gone from this site since the moderation began.
And most of my posts were deleted (gee i wonder why?
)
Anyway, my mission is completed: destroy that scammer TC’s blog!
Poor Ray didn’t destroy this site. The uber-lame AM marketing and the moderation did.
Poor Ray didn’t destroy this site. The uber-lame AM marketing and the moderation did.
Moderation has certainly hurt it, I was very sad the day he did it.
Ray would destroy this board in time, he has a proven track record.
This whole thing with him is that none of the big guys will let Ray advertize them on his site. Thus Ray can’t get a cut of the action.
They don’t want to be marketed with Ray for reasons that are plain to see..might even hurt their business.
Anyway, Ray considers this act a crime…lol…moron for you.
Thats the only way Ray can scratch out a living is on the shirttails of others…hell go look at his site, every page has links to others products glaring you in the face.
He even still uses frames…LMAO…people stopped that back in what..98?
The only other pu site that is poorly designed as his is bishops.
Maybe those two KJ’s come form a partnership.
Its REALLY FUNNY, people like the below can win a crazy lawsuit, but RAY CANT win even ONE, of the HUNDREDS he has filed….can you say LOSER?!
1. January 2000: Kathleen Robertson of Austin, Texas was awarded $780,000
>by a
>jury of her peers after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was
>running amock inside a furniture store. The owners of the store were
>understandably surprised at the verdict,considering the misbehaving toddler
>was
>Ms. Robertson’s son.
The problem with this site is Thundercat not the site’s new moderation policy or Ray Gordon.
As far as I can remember, this site has always had a negative vibe and Thundercat SUPPORTS that. Don’t believe me? Look at the permanent “No RSD” logo on the top right side of his main page. Don’t get me wrong, I have NO RESPECT for Tyler Durden AKA “The Man with no Character” but I would never waste my time spreading negative energy on MY web page telling the word this every day.
And the moderation on this site is a joke. Anyone can crate a Yahoo email account and be posting here within ten minutes. And if there is decent moderation, why does Ray Gordon still post here?
Go to mASF if you want to discuss seduction intelligently. Stay here if you want to read The Seduction National Enquirer every day with your morning cup off coffee.
Go to mASF if you want to discuss seduction intelligently. Stay here if you want to read The Seduction National Enquirer every day with your morning cup off coffee
Laughing, I know. But that is what I liked about this site. Its the only one with the seduction gossip.
I don’t come here to learn anything, I come to be amused..:).
If I want to learn something, then I agree with you that mASF is a very good start. Then you have to buy something…:( to get any further, and believe me I own just about everything…except for the AM, which I have no interest in.
Now if I could just buy time…;)
>Ray,
>I am 47 years old and
>unemployed. I currently have
>three girlfriends.
Can’t prove the claim, can’t see the girlfriends, etc. etc.
Internet props!!!
>> Internet props!!!
Thanks Ray! Where were you yesterday? Appointment at Belleview?
>Nothing is verified with all
>these “internet props.” Scrutiny
>of the women, the lay reports,
>and the technique the lays are
>attributed to is all impossible.”
“-You’re missing the point. The community seems to be happy with it, so why worry about it just for you.”
A little grandiose for someone to be claiming they speak for everyone out there. Lots of men complaing about spending money on products that don’t solve their problems. Many gurus give refunds only in exchange for
silence.
It’s self-evident that most of the endorsements are things which aren’t verified, or which are subjective, such as a guy claiming results which may or may not be true, or which may or may not be as impressive to others as it is to the endorser.
“-That means you messed up
somewhere along the way, whether
it was posting in the manner you
are now or sending out the same
bad vibe I get or whatever. People don’t exclude for no reason at all.”
Being a threat to competitor revenue can also have something to do with it, but this man’s bias is already known. He’s rather have no one get in the way of his “internet props” for an extremely expensive product, as if there were something wrong with questioning his claims.
>”Why am I not shocked that
>a “player” would laugh at a gang-
>rape or try to blame the woman
>for it?”
“-THIS IS EXACTLY WHY YOU’RE WEIRD.”
Said the anonymous coward who can’t even sign his name to his posts. No wonder women thought he was such a loser to the point that he had to spend THOUSANDS to buy himself a wing and a friend.
The industry has a term for guys like this: WHALE.
>You accuse someone of blaming a
>rape on the girl, then accuse
>them of laughing at a rape when
>they’re really laughing at YOUR
>accusation of them.
He was saying that when many attack one, the one is likely at fault. I gave the example of a gang-rape to show the flaw in his logic.
“This is like a little kid trying to make fun of an older crowd, but the older crowd just finds it funny no matter how hard and seriously the little kid tries.”
It’s easier to pretend to laugh than to address the rather obvious FACT that these gurus are getting women with a lifestyle paid for by student money.
Real men don’t have to buy women.
>”Yet here he is, continuing to
>post after he said he was “done”
>with it.”
“-MISQUOTE AGAIN. I DARE you to find a quote where I said I was all done with you. You can’t, because you’re lying. THAT’S youre character.”
He said he was “close to being done.” He has an odd definition of “close.”
>”Several sponsors have made
>direct reference to it or
>otherwise displayed knowledge of
>it.”
“-That’s what I thought, over inflation of the truth. Once again, why people reply to you like they do.”
Now he thinks he can read the minds of others…tsk. I was saying that many gurus are well aware of the exclusionary conduct, and that’s one reason they’re about to be defendants.
>”On my site, I take ads from
>anyone who meets my
>specifications.”
“-What if their specifications are not to send out a really weird vibe to visitors and what if they feel you do that, so THAT’S why you’re excluded.”
I’m excluded because I charge 99 percent less than some of my competitors, 50 percent less than almost all of them, and deliver excellent results. Inferior gurus can’t have open competition or they’d be sunk.
>”It’s possible that a 26 year-
>old software engineer is
>that “ideal hottie,” but if so,
>then she should be pretty damn
>famous by now. Is she in that
>league? Maybe. If so, more power
>to him.”
“-So, you’re DECIDING FOR LANCE what his ideal woman is? AND you implied earlier what he was doing is AFC..and you’re saying AFC involves not having that ideal girl, yet, but you don’t know if he does. That’s lying to make him suit your image.”
I haven’t seen her pic. I said the odds she would be that ideal are very slim, and that she sounds like a typical girlfriend of an AFC guy with money.
Rich guy gets laid with run-of-the-mill hottie: film at 11.
>”If they pay $5k for a three-
>seminar set, or even $2k for one
>seminar, they are pretty
>enamored of whomever they are
>paying.”
“-BS They’re enamored with the results, not the instructor.”
Which results are those again? Oh yeah: INTERNET PROPS!!!
See, a chessplayer can publish his games to show his results.
>”Character” is also a legal
>term, and imputing poor
>character on someone implies
>that there is something to
>substantiate it.”
“-Good, then I impute poor character on you, based on how you handle yourself in conversation and assumptions you imply about others, passing them off as fact.”
Note the lack of specifics (he doesn’t want to be sued so he’s tap-dancing).
“Other guys sue about real stuff, you sue about anything. We call that crybaby where I come from.”
Anyone who actually reads what I file will know I don’t sue over “nothing” but some rather bad lies, and threats against me and my business, as well as false advertising by my competitors, or copyright infringement.
>”The ego remark is clearly >opinion.”
“-If this is a defense to suits, than you should STFU about suits when I or others make statements that are clearly opinion.”
I don’t sue over opinions; I sue when people tell provable lies about me.
“BTW, HOW MANY SUITS HAVE YOU INITIATED OR TRIED TO INITIATE AND HOW MANY HAVE YOU COMPLETED WHERE COURT FINDS YOU IN TOTAL FAVOR???”
I bet he gets a loud voice just like those all-caps when things aren’t going his way with a set.
Since settlements can be confidential, there’s no telling someone’s true record with lawsuits. I will say that it gets easier to win them when people start thinking they can’t possibly lose and can therefore do whatever they want.
“And REMEMBER, this market is not just like chess. It involves real people, so feelings are an issue. You’re not going to be able to scrutinize in the same fashion. You’re just not.”
Exactly, which is why men should hang onto their money until they see more proof than “internet props.”
“Ray, until Thundercat bans you, you win. I am cutting Thundercat’s site out of my weekly reading/posting ritual.”
I should care because…?
“*shrug*
This site just isnt big enough for the both of us …”
I should care because…?
” you win Ray. You have derailed too many threads and well, you just aren’t fun … nor eduational.:
I’m not EDUATIONAL?
Poor Mysery still can’t handle debating me….never fails. Tries to blame me for all this crap when his real problem is a lack of ability to debate me.
“You get to post here instead of me. This little bit of free online real estate is now yours.”
It’s Thundercat’s. Apparently, he didn’t bow down when people asked him to ban me. Can’t wait for Mysery’s book signings!
“Congratulate yourself.
Im in the UK with my girl. Im in love … but you win.”
Yeah he’s in love, just like with Katya, just like with Ania, and who’s this one? How many “survival and replication resources” did it take to “seduce” this one?
>> Internet props!!!
“Thanks Ray! Where were you yesterday? Appointment at Belleview?”
Oh how tough he talks when hiding…
>>> Oh how tough he talks when hiding…
said Ray Gordon from his bedroom in his mommy’s house.
No, you are not debatable, Ray. You just keep saying the same shit over and over and over again. Like blaming people for posting anonymously, when it has been pointed out 20 times that you are yourself using a fake name. How retarded are you ?
And no, you are not educational, Ray. You don’t understand how women work; hell you don’t even understand how the world works, as demonstrated by your empty lawsuits threats, by your “reporting” web posts to the police and the media, when both obviously cannot care less.
You are so out-of-touch with reality, Ray, it is getting sad to witness.
Your latest absurd, ridiculous, I-just-don’t-get-how-things-work statement was:
“It’s possible that a 26 year-old software engineer is that “ideal hottie,” but if so, then she should be pretty damn famous by now. Is she in that league? Maybe.”
There are 100+ millions women in the US, Ray. That means there are tens of thousands of stunning HB10s, and believe it or not, they can’t all become actresses or models. They can’t all be famous. That means there are indeed HB10s working as lawyers, accountants and… software engineers. And you can fuck them.
Mind you, I used to think, just like you, that my amazingly beautiful classmate would become famous, since she was so pretty.
Then I got into my teens and I realised how stupid that was.
Ray, you are a fucking moron.
“No, you are not debatable, Ray. You just keep saying the same shit over and over and over again. Like blaming people for posting anonymously, when it has been pointed out 20 times that you are yourself using a fake name. How retarded are you ?”
As if this is even a logical argument. Elton John uses a “fake name” by that definition. Fact is, the guys claiming all this success with women don’t prove it, and even when they try to, the common denominators are AFC stuff like looks, money, status, and willingness to be pussy-whipped in an LTR.
“And no, you are not educational, Ray. You don’t understand how women work; hell you don’t even understand how the world works, as demonstrated by your empty lawsuits threats, by your “reporting” web posts to the police and the media, when both obviously cannot care less.”
The person who is detached from reality is the one who thinks he can know what others feel about what they read. Odds are he’s just trying to spin things that way because it’s what he HOPES for but isn’t getting, kind of like an AFC who sees his LJBF making out with a PUA in a bar and goes ballistic even when doing so tips his hand to the HB.
“You are so out-of-touch with reality, Ray, it is getting sad to witness.”
The internet cockroach who thinks he knows me so well from online is the only one who is out of touch. He’s just a fucking coward who can’t mouth off any other way so this is all he has, OR he’s being paid by someone to bash the competition (very common online).
One thing about the REAL media is you can’t talk to it from the shadows, and you can be sure the media does care when those it makes celebrities out of start bashing their competitors or ducking scrutiny.
“Your latest absurd, ridiculous, I-just-don’t-get-how-things-work statement was:
“It’s possible that a 26 year-old software engineer is that “ideal hottie,” but if so, then she should be pretty damn famous by now. Is she in that league? Maybe.”"
“There are 100+ millions women in the US, Ray. That means there are tens of thousands of stunning HB10s, and believe it or not, they can’t all become actresses or models. They can’t all be famous. That means there are indeed HB10s working as lawyers, accountants and… software engineers. And you can fuck them.”
Relatively few HB10s work in corporate jobs that don’t specifically require eye candy. This, however, is a straw man. Without seeing a pic of Lance’s girlfriend, there’s no way to judge her looks. He hasn’t posted one so it’s just speculation to those who haven’t seen her. Her demographics are such that she seems typical of what an AFC gets, i.e., nothing special.
“Mind you, I used to think, just like you, that my amazingly beautiful classmate would become famous, since she was so pretty. Then I got into my teens and I realised how stupid that was. Ray, you are a fucking moron.”
And you’re a pathetic fucking coward. Mystery’s a total asshole when he doesn’t get his way and has even made violent threats against other men (source: The Game). He talks about “protecting” women but he breaks down too easily for a woman to have to SETTLE for something SO WEAK AND PATHETIC unless they have to. His “game” now is MONEY and FAME.
The reason you guys couldn’t get women forever was because you are ASSHOLES, and you behave like that anytime someone doesn’t go along with your shit. Mystery’s SCARED to continue a debate with me because he knows he’d LOSE, so he runs away like the little BABY he is.
Who the fuck are you? An anonymous cockroach. Absolutely nothing where it really counts.
Real men aren’t afraid to sign their names to their posts, rather than use a pseudonym. The media doesn’t recognize cockroachs, and no one would give a flying fuck about you except when you’re fixated on ME.
You want to be a pathetic little coward who can’t show his face, by all means be one. You only make the contrast between yourself and the true alphas much sharper.
If Yuko thought the Ipod opener at the gym was the smoothest thing she ever heard, she spent a little too much time at her PC, or she’s not hot enough to have had anything better run on her.
Maybe Lance got to A3 by pointing out how much money he makes for teaching “game.”
Ray Gordon wrote:
>> You’re a pathetic fucking coward
>> Mystery’s a total asshole
>> The reason you guys couldn’t get women forever was because you are ASSHOLES
>> Who the fuck are you? An anonymous cockroach.
Ray, Ray, Ray,
That’s being mean. What’s wrong Ray? Did you forget to take your medication today? Why don’t you ask your mommy if she can take you out for an ice cream cone tonight? Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.
Fellas, what’s the sound of one hand clapping? TC you really should put an “ignore user” option on this board.
Hey Mystery, what other boards do you post on?
“Can’t prove the claim, can’t see the girlfriends, etc. etc.”
-Same with your claims about being good with women.
INTERNET PROPS, RAY! Where’s the PROOF?
Others get verified by going out and picking up women with others in the community. YOU don’t.
———————————————–
“Being a threat to competitor revenue can also have something to do with it, ”
-Based on responses I’ve seen to you on this site, I think it’s mainly just that you messed up somewhere along the line. Take it like a man…an alpha man, as you remind us.
Face it dude, you’re weird, and that’s why people react to you so negatively in so many venues. Even if you try to spin it around on me, you’re still ‘off’. I’m okay with paying money to improve myself, you’re the one stuck on it.
———————————————–
“He was saying that when many attack one, the one is likely at fault. I gave the example of a gang-rape to show the flaw in his logic.”
-Yeah, keyword is likely. This situation doesn’t fit. So, all the shit about gang raping girls is BS that you said I believe in. LIES RAY.
——————————————-
“It’s easier to pretend to laugh than to address the rather obvious FACT that these gurus are getting women with a lifestyle paid for by student money.”
No, Ray, I laugh because the way you try so hard just comes off as funny. If you weren’t suck a dick about it, I’d have sympathy. I don’t need to avoid the student money issue, because I accept it. You don’t.
—————————————–
“He said he was “close to being done.” ”
-SO, YOU’RE ADMITTING YOU LIED?
Yup, my posts are getting shorter. I’m not longer addressing a lot of the stupid stuff nor taking your posts so seriously.
——————————————–
“I was saying that many gurus are well aware of the exclusionary conduct,”
-Nope, you were talking more about a specific agreement or plot amongst them all to keep you out. STOP BACK PEDDLING. And stop OVER INFLATING truth.
———————————————
“I’m excluded because I charge 99 percent less than some of my competitors, 50 percent less than almost all of them, and deliver excellent results. Inferior gurus can’t have open competition or they’d be sunk.”
-WOAH, something with actual substance. I would have bought into it if I had read this line at the very beginning of this thread, but after exchanges with you, I highly doubt that’s the reason. I think you’re exaggerating your material like everyone else and you can’t show me good proof.
——————————————–
“I said the odds she would be that ideal are very slim”
-WEASELING OUT. That’s not what you said at the very beginning.
———————————————-
“See, a chessplayer can publish his games to show his results.”
-THIS ISN’T FUCKING CHESS. Sorry, deal with it.
———————————————
“Note the lack of specifics (he doesn’t want to be sued so he’s tap-dancing).”
-The specifics are mainly the parts in capitals I have in my replies like “LYING” and “BACK PEDDLING”. I don’t have to present you with a list.
———————————————-
“Anyone who actually reads what I file will know I don’t sue over “nothing” but some rather bad lies,”
-You threaten to sue about all kinds of things, though, not just rather bad lies. THAT’S crybaby. THAT’S the difference.
———————————————
“Since settlements can be confidential, there’s no telling someone’s true record with lawsuits. ”
That’s why I asked for YOUR record. When I use caps, it’s not b/c I’m yelling. It’s so people skimming will read that part.
HOW MANY SUITS HAVE YOU INITIATED OR TRIED TO INITIATE AND HOW MANY HAVE YOU COMPLETED WHERE COURT FINDS YOU IN TOTAL FAVOR???
Just answer honestly.
Ray,
Mystery doesn’t need to debate as he has better things to do with his time. I’m debating but not claiming to be as good. In time, I’ll get busier and stop following the thread, leave and enjoy my life. You’ll probably still be around whining.
Like someone said, you don’t seem to understand how people work at the level most others do, why would you understand women better than the gurus.
Cool guys who have lives don’t spend their time being belittled on message boards while trying to defend themselves.
How to defeat Ray Gordon:
Members of the community, combine forces to create a 1,000 page post. Ray Gordon will have to respond to it, since he must maintain his status as the ultimate KJ. He will painstakingly pick it apart. By the time that he has typed his response, it will be a few months later and Thundercat’s Lair will be a fading memory in the collective mind of the community.
Cue the scene of Ray Gordon sitting at his computer, screaming “NOOOOOOOOO!!!” like a thwarted cartoon super villain being vanquished.
Clip to a scene of tiny turds flushing done the toilet.
End film.
>> You’re a pathetic fucking coward
>> Mystery’s a total asshole
>> The reason you guys couldn’t get women forever was because you are ASSHOLES
>> Who the fuck are you? An anonymous cockroach.
“Ray, Ray, Ray,
That’s being mean. What’s wrong Ray? Did you forget to take your medication today? Why don’t you ask your mommy if she can take you out for an ice cream cone tonight? Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”
You are harassing me, and doing it in a way that’s a hate crime in my state, and involving my family. Anonymous internet harassment happens to be a FELONY now. One reason they passed the law was so that people couldn’t be harassed by those who hide. The law would not apply if you had the simple courage to let people know who is saying those pathetic words.
You are leaving me no alternative but to report you to law enforcement.
Hey Gay Rordon!
What’s the prob?
I didn’t come here for a while, and now we got Moderation and yous back!
All the fun is gone!
Maybe you should not let this black guy Tyrone( you call him “Mommy”)shove his 12” up your bum too often, but I’m no expert when it comes to widening your horizon!
Greetings from sunny Mianus!
>”Can’t prove the claim, can’t
>see the girlfriends, etc. etc.”
“-Same with your claims about being good with women.INTERNET PROPS, RAY! Where’s the PROOF?”
The difference is I give my readers four free e-books so they can get their own results. I don’t play hide-and-seek with “premium” information and require someone to shell out tons of cash to find out what they’ll be learning. I do that in lieu of making my love life public.
It’s one thing when someone charges $19.95 for everything they write, quite another when they want thousands of dollars (has ANYONE ever been so enamored of a commercial enterprise as much as this guy is with Lance?).
“Others get verified by going out and picking up women with others
in the community. YOU don’t.”
Actually, one “community” guy picked up a stripper that I had previously picked up so he had direct proof. Other proof of the effectiveness of my methods can be found in the number of gurus who have more or less taken my concepts and passed them off as their own, and yes, I have the copyrights to prove it.
“Community” verification often comes from one’s business associates, which is worthless. It’s also worthless because we can’t see or talk to the women, or learn the true details of what went down.
>”Being a threat to competitor
>revenue can also have something
>to do with it, ”
“-Based on responses I’ve seen to you on this site, I think it’s mainly just that you messed up somewhere along the line. Take it like a man…an alpha man, as you remind us.”
A real man defends his rights. Actually, you reminded me of something else that will be going in my lawsuit, so I should thank you. When all this shit started (around 2001), I had made ALL of my books FREE as a way of neutralizing those who would defame me. I correctly predicted that people wouldn’t be talked out of a free product because some competitor is talking shit, and it was putting a hurting on my competitors’ revenue.
The only response they could come up with was a blacklist and trying to corral everyone to go to websites who relied on the gurus for money, and therefore were not neutral (a neutral site would also take all advertisers; one that doesn’t is just a paid endorser and not a portal).
“Face it dude, you’re weird, and that’s why people react to you so negatively in so many venues. Even if you try to spin it around on me, you’re still ‘off’. I’m okay with paying money to improve myself, you’re the one stuck on it.”
What improvement? Got details? No, just INTERNET PROPS! I’m sure the gurus who fund their lifestyle with your money don’t mind you paying them to be your friend. Asswipes like you who have money and no clue about women make very appealing targets for high-priced services.
Then again, Lance, in his own newsletters, refers to what he writes as “ENTERTAINMENT” rather than “advice.” Heck of a lot more expensive than a movie ticket, that’s for sure.
You claim improvement with women while endorsing a commercial venture that you say improved you, yet you offer NOTHING to substantiate this. Where’s your girlfriend? If you’re such a great guy, she’d be bragging about you to the world.
If you want to say nothing can be scrutinized, I say you’re right, and every potential customer should keep that in mind before forking over such a large amount of cash to anyone.
I charge $19.95 for my work, not $1,995.00.
>”He was saying that when many
>attack one, the one is likely at
>fault. I gave the example of a
>gang-rape to show the flaw in
>his logic.”
“-Yeah, keyword is likely. This situation doesn’t fit. So, all the shit about gang raping girls is BS that you said I believe in. LIES RAY.”
I was showing the flaw in his logic, nothing more, nothing less.
Let’s also note that without knowing this man’s name or history there is no way of scrutinizing him, so he’s trying to get a free ride while at the same time wanting you to believe his testimonials about a commercial enterprise.
>”It’s easier to pretend to laugh
>than to address the rather
>obvious FACT that these gurus
>are getting women with a
>lifestyle paid for by student
>money.”
“No, Ray, I laugh because the way you try so hard just comes off as funny. If you weren’t suck a dick about it, I’d have sympathy. I don’t need to avoid the student money issue, because I accept it. You don’t.”
The gurus accept you funding their lifestyle as well. Many “students” would do even better with women than their gurus if the lifestyles were switched.
Of course, I wrote about the “guru gimmmick” years ago and it’s why I wrote my first book, in fact, so I could tell women that’s what I did for work when they asked. SIX YEARS LATER, other guys realize the same thing. Whoopie for them.
Since I’ve ALREADY PROVEN that I’m 5-10 years ahead of the curve (with copyrights from 1998 that taught things that only now are being realized to be potent), people should ask themselves what they think they know now that is wrong, and that in another 5-10 years they will come around to, but maybe 25-50 next time, since I won’t be giving anyone else the ability to promote the ideas because I’m not releasing them.
Hey, you guys can tell yourselves it doesn’t matter if you fuck a 10, and you might even believe it. Just like it doesn’t matter if you…..
>”He said he was “close to being >done.” ”
“-SO, YOU’RE ADMITTING YOU LIED?
Yup, my posts are getting shorter. I’m not longer addressing a lot of the stupid stuff nor taking your posts so seriously.”
He takes them seriously enough to respond like white on rice.
>”I was saying that many gurus
>are well aware of the
>exclusionary conduct,”
“-Nope, you were talking more about a specific agreement or plot amongst them all to keep you out. STOP BACK PEDDLING. And stop OVER INFLATING truth.”
That’s exactly what it is, and it was done OPENLY to the point where they had to be aware of it (if they weren’t directly involved in planning it).
>”I’m excluded because I charge
>99 percent less than some of my
>competitors, 50 percent less
>than almost all of them, and
>deliver excellent results. >Inferior gurus can’t have open
>competition or they’d be sunk.”
“-WOAH, something with actual substance. I would have bought into it if I had read this line at the very beginning of this thread, but after exchanges with you, I highly doubt that’s the reason. I think you’re exaggerating your material like everyone else and you can’t show me good proof.”
My books are out in the open for anyone who knows where to find them. Many guys don’t know where to find them because they are excluded from linking to them or banned from places if they even mention me. I must be quite a threat to the four-figure instructors if they can’t even handle mentions of competition.
>”I said the odds she would be
>that ideal are very slim”
“-WEASELING OUT. That’s not what you said at the very beginning.”
To those who aren’t hair-splitting, it is. Then again, if he interprets women the way he’s interpreting me, it’s no shock he was such a pathetic loser with them that he has to pay gurus fortunes just to get them to help him out.
>”See, a chessplayer can publish
>his games to show his results.”
“-THIS ISN’T FUCKING CHESS. Sorry, deal with it.”
Exactly. This isn’t chess, internet props are useless, and men who spend tons of money based on them should think twice or even ten times before doing so.
Gurus make tons of claims about their prowess with women, yet they rarely back them up, and even when they do, they raise more questions than they answer, such as why is Yuko helping out at Lance’s workshops if she has a career of her own? Surely she understands the conflict of interest caused by her benefitting from Lance’s improved social status and the money he makes. Same for Lisa and Style: she’s appearing on TV with him (while having Valentine’s dinner with Robbie Williams), assisting at his workshops, and reaping the financial benefits of his lifestyle in the process. Total conflict of interest.
>”Note the lack of specifics (he
>doesn’t want to be sued so he’s
>tap-dancing).”
“-The specifics are mainly the parts in capitals I have in my replies like “LYING” and “BACK PEDDLING”. I don’t have to present you with a list.”
He still presents it as an opinion rather than a refutable fact, again because he is trying to avoid being sued.
Since he is anonymous, we have NO IDEA who he is or what hidden motives he may have as well. We also can’t verify his alleged “improvement” with women, or even know if he’s accurately assessing any women he does get, because he refuses scrutiny, like any good coward would.
>”Anyone who actually reads what
>I file will know I don’t sue
>over “nothing” but some rather
>bad lies,”
“-You threaten to sue about all kinds of things, though, not just rather bad lies. THAT’S crybaby. THAT’S the difference.”
People cross a lot of legal lines against me because they’ve been egged on by their “seduction cult” to do it, lost their heads (or so they claim when they wise up as a few have), and they have even been told that the courts will never do a thing about it, yet the reason they are encouraged to act out is because those who profit from it want to distance themsleves from the liability.
>”Since settlements can be
>confidential, there’s no telling
>someone’s true record with
>lawsuits. ”
“That’s why I asked for YOUR record. When I use caps, it’s not b/c I’m yelling. It’s so people skimming will read that part.”
See above. I could have settled cases and given confidentiality in return for it. I’ve prevailed in two cases that I was a party to. Several of the “losses” were just “rainouts” or “dismissal without prejudice” with the case refiled.
>HOW MANY SUITS HAVE YOU
>INITIATED OR TRIED TO INITIATE
>AND HOW MANY HAVE YOU COMPLETED
>WHERE COURT FINDS YOU IN TOTAL
>FAVOR???
“Just answer honestly.”
If you include agency complaints (precursors to lawsuits), I’ve won more than one case, and there may even be more in terms of confidential settlements, but obviously I couldn’t talk about that. If I settle a lawsuit and give confidentiality it will not show up on my record, unless your goal is to try to bait me into violating that type of an agreement.
The “losses” have more often than not been procedural, and in many cases, led to refiled versions of the same case, so a lot is still ongoing.
Now if you count the number of people who’ve gotten visits from law enforcement after harassing me online, and then just disappeared after being threatened with arrest, you’re talking at least a half dozen or so.
All you’re really doing with your words is reminding me of why I need to set the record straight in court. There, scrutiny IS possible, and “props” don’t count.
“Hey ”
Those who call me that are usually put up to harassing me by the same person, one who is already very well known to me.
Let’s just say I know where to point the cops.
“Ray,
Mystery doesn’t need to debate as he has better things to do with his time.”
How nice that he gets a free ride and can coast on past achievements and reputation. I would imagine that this is extremely profitable for him and can see why he’d duck me.
“I’m debating but not claiming to be as good. In time, I’ll get busier and stop following the thread, leave and enjoy my life.”
As if someone can’t live their life and post on the internet. Or is “get a life” the way people want to encourage their business competitors not to compete against them? The problem doesn’t seem to be anyone on the internet until they start up a certain type of business.
“You’ll probably still be around whining.”
Notice that he’s the one *whining* about me, or calling it “whining” when someone doesn’t bow down and worship a guru on the basis of internet props or internet-driven media props.
“Like someone said, you don’t seem to understand how people work at the level most others do, why would you understand women better than the gurus.”
Wow, “reverse internet props!” Obviously I understand women very well if I’m releasing theory years before other gurus do (such as pivot, reverse timetable, indirect game, “lifestyle” seduction a/k/a Foxhunting, DHV a/k/a CUPID, etc.
By not releasing any new theory, I created a vacuum and those who were relying on me for their ideas now don’t have the source material. Left to their own devices, they have NOTHING to offer for the “postgame” era, other than to say something like this:
1. “Women are still having sex.” (they were having sex before the “community” yet men still needed the advice).
2. “This game will work on them even if they know what you’re doing.” (yet if it works so well she’ll be off the market from the first guy to game her, and 1000 times as many guys are using the same stuff now).
etc. etc. etc. How can a PUA deal with a game designed to stop a PUA? He can’t, because he’d have to admit he’s just doing all this to get laid and doesn’t really believe what he preaches.
Do they have any new techniques that are groundbreaking? Nope, just the same shit: approach, fluff, DHV, kino, etc. As if that were revolutionary when 500 gurus are teaching the same shit.
What’s really funny here is that the AFCs will eventually win the game because they are the ones who turn the lights on in the stadium. There are THREE MAGIC WORDS that any AFC can say to a hottie to get her to do a 180 on him, and even if she doesn’t renounce the PUAs entirely, she will fuck him in addition to them, though often she’ll change course.
How was this made possible? Simple: before “The Game” the “badboy” was invisible, only spoken of, and his techniques were not known. He was quasi-real, and both HB and AFC could pretend he didn’t exist, while the AFC could pretend the HB was making well-intentioned mistakes rather than intentionally being a slut.
What are the three magic words? Well, if I release them without trademarking them, I’ll wind up with another “pivot” situation, so I really can’t. I do, however, use these words with great success, as I would have been happy to show Mysery had he the balls to accept my strip-club on-camera format (this also would prove ownership of the tactic). There is NO COMEBACK to these three words that an HB could use, because attacking the AFC in response will only make her look worse.
“Cool guys who have lives don’t spend their time being belittled on message boards while trying to defend themselves.”
If they are BUSINESS GUYS who say they will “take on all comers” and don’t want to appear cowardly to their customer base, they don’t duck and run, but instead debate.
Mysery takes on all comers….except me. Anyone can win when they cherry-pick their opponents. Then again, you could accuse me of cherry-picking by selecting someone so easily defeated as Mysery.
“Cool guys?” The definition I’ve seen around here isn’t exactly impressive. In Mysery’s case, cool guys don’t threaten reverends with knives, or threaten to throw their alleged “best friend” through plate glass. That the best friend fucked his girlfriend doesn’t exactly speak too well about his level of game or his staying power.
I do know that if Mysery tries his too-cool act in front of the media or at one of his upcoming book signings, those audiences won’t be so forgiving.
Damn, looks like mania hit at Ray’s house last night…I can’t even read all the shit…but…most of what he has to say can be put in a paragraph or two. Same shit over and over and over.
“You are harassing me, and doing it in a way that’s a hate crime in my state, and involving my family. Anonymous internet harassment happens to be a FELONY now. One reason they passed the law was so that people couldn’t be harassed by those who hide. The law would not apply if you had the simple courage to let people know who is saying those pathetic words.”
If I had a dollar for every time Ray harassed someone…..well you get it.
“You are leaving me no alternative but to report you to law enforcement.”
Yeah yeah, blow it out your ass buttboy. We know how PA law enforcement feels about you…same as the clerks at the courthouse…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
“etc. etc. etc. How can a PUA deal with a game designed to stop a PUA? He can’t, because he’d have to admit he’s just doing all this to get laid and doesn’t really believe what he preaches.”
There is NO game to stop a PUA. You are such a loser Ray.
“Do they have any new techniques that are groundbreaking? Nope, just the same shit: approach, fluff, DHV, kino, etc. As if that were revolutionary when 500 gurus are teaching the same shit.”
Ray CAN NOT understand the power of getting into a womans head, working with her emotions on the deepest levels.
He only understands pu lines, gimmicks and all the other stuff that is JUST designed to get you to the point where you can talk to her on those deep levels.
His mind just can’t understand it, which is why in his method you will find NOTHING on how to talk to a woman….because he DOES NOT KNOW.
“What’s really funny here is that the AFCs will eventually win the game because they are the ones who turn the lights on in the stadium. There are THREE MAGIC WORDS that any AFC can say to a hottie to get her to do a 180 on him, and even if she doesn’t renounce the PUAs entirely, she will fuck him in addition to them, though often she’ll change course.”
Oh this is a riot, 3 words to make a woman sleep with you. YOU HAVE TRULY LOST YOUR MIND NOW.
Ray, you are fucking insane….3 words…you are living in a fantasy world.
You guys know why Ray has what he calls “anti-player” methods?
Because he doesn’t understand how to be a player…he doesn’t understand how it all works…so he hates the guys that do, and comes up with this anti shit, to justfy in his mind that he is a FAILURE.
“Said the anonymous coward who can’t even sign his name to his posts”
You don’t sigN your real name. Besides we all know why, and what you do with peoples contact information.
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“It’s easier to pretend to laugh than to address the rather obvious FACT that these gurus are getting women with a lifestyle paid for by student money”
Ray, what should they do with the money they make?…give it to you?
They get their women with the skill they have, that you lack!
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“Now he thinks he can read the minds of others…tsk. I was saying that many gurus are well aware of the exclusionary conduct, and that’s one reason they’re about to be defendants”
Yeah yeah…how many times have you sued the same people and it’s always dismissed? How many times can you duck a court ordered psy exam?
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“I’m excluded because I charge 99 percent less than some of my competitors, 50 percent less than almost all of them, and deliver excellent results. Inferior gurus can’t have open competition or they’d be sunk.”
You are excluded due to your attitude and lack of a product.
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“Anyone who actually reads what I file will know I don’t sue over “nothing” but some rather bad lies, and threats against me and my business, as well as false advertising by my competitors, or copyright infringement.”
We’ve seen your complaints, they are laughable at best, even the judge has called you a failure.
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“Poor Mysery still can’t handle debating me….never fails. Tries to blame me for all this crap when his real problem is a lack of ability to debate me.”
How do you debate someone that when they are losing they threaten to sue?…you have no debating skills….or any skills at all.
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“The internet cockroach who thinks he knows me so well from online is the only one who is out of touch. He’s just a fucking coward who can’t mouth off any other way so this is all he has, ”
Ray, you are the coward of cowards. You refuse any contact with anyone, you’ve let elder men beat your ass…..pathetic.
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“Real men ”
Something you’ll never be…………………………
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“You want to be a pathetic little coward who can’t show his face, by all means be one. You only make the contrast between yourself and the true alphas much sharper.”
When have you EVER shown YOUR face?????
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“The difference is I give my readers four free e-books so they can get their own results.”
GIVE is the key word here….too bad you CAN’T sale them.
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“It’s one thing when someone charges $19.95 for everything they write, quite another when they want thousands of dollars (has ANYONE ever been so enamored of a commercial enterprise as much as this guy is with Lance?).”
A products price is mostly determined by its value. The lower the amount the lower the value…so where does that put you?
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“Actually, one “community” guy picked up a stripper that I had previously picked up so he had direct proof. Other proof of the effectiveness of my methods can be found in the number of gurus who have more or less taken my concepts and passed them off as their own, and yes, I have the copyrights to prove it.”
Your method has NEVER been proven, nor have YOU ever proved that you are a PUA.
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“Community” verification often comes from one’s business associates, which is worthless. It’s also worthless because we can’t see or talk to the women, or learn the true details of what went down.”
In your case you can’t even prove that you can even say hello to a girl without pissing your pants.
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“Asswipes like you who have money and no clue about women make very appealing targets for high-priced services.”
Damn you have NO money and NO clue about women…..DAMN.
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“You claim improvement with women while endorsing a commercial venture that you say improved you, yet you offer NOTHING to substantiate this. Where’s your girlfriend? If you’re such a great guy, she’d be bragging about you to the world”
wHERES YOURS?
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“I charge $19.95 for my work, not $1,995.00.”
Hence No VAlue
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“Since I’ve ALREADY PROVEN that I’m 5-10 years ahead of the curve ”
LMAO….the only thing you have proved is that you are a failure in every sense of the word….and all areas of your life.
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“See above. I could have settled cases and given confidentiality in return for it. I’ve prevailed in two cases that I was a party to. Several of the “losses” were just “rainouts” or “dismissal without prejudice” with the case refiled”
Bullshit….rained out….thats a good one. All you have EVER managed to get is 200.00 from some AFC in Florida who didn’t have the time to come to PA to hand you your hat.
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“Now if you count the number of people who’ve gotten visits from law enforcement after harassing me online, and then just disappeared after being threatened with arrest, you’re talking at least a half dozen or so.”
Snicker……
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“As if someone can’t live their life and post on the internet.”
Anyone can check your posting history and see that you seldom leave the house. It shows you have no life apart from the net.
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“Wow, “reverse internet props!” ”
Is that the three words Ray?….laughing.
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“By not releasing any new theory, I created a vacuum and those who were relying on me for their ideas now don’t have the source material.”
LMAO…please keep your nonsense to yourself…no one wants your old or new crap.
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“Mysery takes on all comers….except me. Anyone can win when they cherry-pick their opponents. Then again, you could accuse me of cherry-picking by selecting someone so easily defeated as Mysery.”
You want to believe that so badly. YOU WILL NOT SHOW UP FOR A MEET…..COWARD
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i JUST LOST 10 MINUTES OF MY LIFE………LOL.
Hey Thundy!
This blog has lost all resident psychopaths except for Gay Gordon. It should have been the other way around!
Please do somethin’!
Bring Random.Samurai and Don Won Ton back!
Senorina Gordon is neither informative nor funny!
Steve
>>”Ray, Ray, Ray,
That’s being mean. What’s wrong Ray? Did you forget to take your medication today? Why don’t you ask your mommy if she can take you out for an ice cream cone tonight? Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”
>You are harassing me, and doing it in a way that’s a hate crime in my state, and involving my family
A HATE CRIME? Oh no! I suggest that you have an ice cream cone with your mother and that’s a hate crime to you? I guess you don’t have a very good relationship with your mother. No ice cream cone for you mommy dearest! LOL
Truffaut,
I couldn’t figure it out either. He usally does it this way.
1. Debate
2. Argues
3. Personal Attack
4. Report you to your ISP
5. Defamation
6. Harassing a disabled person
7. Hate crime
8. Sue
9. Gives up and ignores you.
Thats near the steps he follows in when his COWARD, PUSSY, DUMBASS, LOSER, FAILURE ass starts to lose a debate. Which is usually around your second rebuttal.
Impotent Ray, oh how he wishes he were a man.
“The difference is I give my readers four free e-books so they can get their own results.”
-If it’s so good and free and produces results, why isn’t everyone chatting this up. Even without links from this site, enough people have looked into your stuff.
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“Actually, one “community” guy picked up a stripper that I had previously picked up so he had direct proof.”
-No, that’s INDIRECT evidence. Yes, you’ve listed contributions like the scale and pivots, but where’s your proof?
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“What improvement? Got details”
-Why do I need details? I’m just responding to you calling me a loser for taking the program. I say I’m not because I had a deficiency and improved it. It branched out to many aspects of my life. I’m happy with it and don’t need to prove it to you.
Very few students here have proof they can show online. Doesn’t mean they’re losers, just because they can’t show you improvements online.
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“I was showing the flaw in his logic, nothing more, nothing less.”
-No, without giving it context (and my logic was fine because I put in a qualifier) it was simply libel.
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“Since I’ve ALREADY PROVEN that I’m 5-10 years ahead of the curve ”
-In YOUR HEAD you have. In our heads, we don’t think you’re even good with women. Where’s the proof? The girls raving about you, as you said one should have if they have that good a woman?
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“That’s exactly what it is,”
No, when I got you to be more specific, you changed it to “well aware of the exlusionary conduct” which is different from a specific pact and term of agreement to exclude you.
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“Many guys don’t know where to find them ”
-People who read these threads (a lot of them) can look you up, I’m sure. And those instructors you mentioned don’t need to handle competition like you. You’re not even a pesky bug to them.
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“Then again, if he interprets women the way he’s interpreting me,”
-Bad logic. One can be great in other areas and judging character, but be lacking with women skills…as demonstrated by some people who take the workshops.
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“Total conflict of interest.”
-The customers don’t care, so they don’t care. You care, but no one really seems to listen to what you think much. Sooo, makes sense to me.
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“because he refuses scrutiny, like any good coward would.”
-I didn’t present it as an opinion and I don’t have to prove anything to you, so I’m fine. Saying I should do something to not be a coward doesn’t matter much coming from you.
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“People cross a lot of legal lines”
-What’s that have to do me telling you that you threaten to sue about all kinds of things, not just the rather bad lies that you said. It’s not only the bad lies. It’s the stuff others will just take or explain, not run to court with. That’s pansy.
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“Now if you count the number of people who’ve gotten visits from law enforcement after harassing me online, and then just disappeared after being threatened with arrest, you’re talking at least a half dozen or so.”
-So….doesn’t seem like a great record. Quality over quantity man.
-Man I bet those cops laughed at you on their way out. Instead of fighting the people who harrass you, figure out how the fuck you’re annoying such an abnormally large number of people!
“You are leaving me no alternative but to report you to law enforcement.”
-No, you’re leaving yourself no choice but to be a pansy. You keep posting and stirring things up, so people will reply. You have a delusional idea of what harrassment is.
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“How nice that he gets a free ride and can coast on past achievements and reputation.”
-Yup, that’s how it works, dude.
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“The problem doesn’t seem to be anyone on the internet”
-It is a problem if all they do is rant like you. I don’t want anyone to bowdown to anyone, simply defending what worked for me. You’re replies are ridiculous, though.
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“By not releasing any new theory, I created a vacuum and those who were relying on me for their ideas now don’t have the source material”
-The vacuum seems to be very small and limited, as I and many others haven’t felt it. Where is the proof of your skill? Not, the theory, the proof.
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“If they are BUSINESS GUYS”
-WRONG again. Responding to threads on here is chicken shit for real business guys. And by cool guys, I mean guys like the ones I learned from who don’t have that stupid drama.
NlpRapist wrote:
>>Truffaut,
I couldn’t figure it out either. He (Ray) usually does it this way.
1. Debate
2. Argues
3. Personal Attack
4. Report you to your ISP
5. Defamation
6. Harassing a disabled person
7. Hate crime
8. Sue
9. Gives up and ignores you.
Thats near the steps he follows in when his COWARD, PUSSY, DUMBASS, LOSER, FAILURE ass starts to lose a debate. Which is usually around your second rebuttal.
Impotent Ray, oh how he wishes he were a man.
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I’m glad to see that I’ve skipped steps 1-6 and jumped right up to HATE CRIME!
I don’t waste my time debating or arguing with Ray. As Joe Walsh said, “You can’t argue with a sick mind.”
I enjoy browsing Ray’s posts in the morning; it’s a substitute for reading the funny pages. I’ve been reading for two weeks and Ray in beginning to repeat himself. So I’ll probably move on soon. Maybe I’ll switch to The Onion. For now though I still enjoy skimming through Ray’s stupid-assed posts.
Hey, I tried to help the guy with constructive advice, (Get off the internet, get a job, move out of mommy’s house), but Ray always ignores good advise. Hence he still lives with his mother and has NO LIFE.
Guys… I gotta say it again.
How to defeat Ray Gordon:
Members of the community, combine forces to create a 1,000 page post. Ray Gordon will have to respond to it, since he must maintain his status as the ultimate KJ. He will painstakingly pick it apart. By the time that he has typed his response, it will be a few months later and Thundercat’s Lair will be a fading memory in the collective mind of the community.
Cue the scene of Ray Gordon sitting at his computer, screaming “NOOOOOOOOO!!!” like a thwarted cartoon super villain being vanquished.
Clip to a scene of tiny turds flushing done the toilet.
End film.
Well, to all the people who hate Thundercat, they can thank Ray Gordon for dealing the killing blow to the site.
Thanks Ray, just another occasion where something you touch turns to shit.
Why hate Thundercat when you can hate Ray gordon?!
He managed to BMOG Mystery outta here!
Ray Gordon smokes cocks in hell!
>> thank Ray Gordon for dealing the killing blow to the site.
Thanks Ray. Internet props!
Please post today, I need a laugh.
Truffaut
I think we should ask everyone here for a few bucks and get Ray a plaque.
KING OF THE KEYBOARD JOCKEYS.
He is certainly the BEST, none of the few KJ’s at mASF can come anywhere near him. Not even bishop can touch him.
Maybe I’ll spend a few mintutes today posting THE FEW sarges hes done….they’ll give you a BIG BELLY LAUGH.
This one is good. Here you have Ray praising Mystery, trying to use Mystery’s method. Maybe because Ray’s doesn’t work?
Anyway, its odd that Ray attacks Mystery, but here we have a “field report” of him sucking Mystery off, so to speak.
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So yesterday I’m on my way to the appellate court to file my 10 copies of
the Brief for Appellant against Upenn, along with the four copies of the
Joint Appendix (the clerk there praised my work after thinking I hadn’t
signed the original in blue ink — I had, it was just one of 11 copies so I
had to find it). I stop at one of those mix-and-match buffets where for
$4.50-5.00 a pound, you can load up your plate with lunch. I get a few
ribs, some dumplings, a dash of peking duck, some deviled eggs, and sesame
chicken.
Behind me in line I notice this HB8.526 (would have been 8.527 if not for
her skin), briefly check her out, but do not approach. In keeping with
Mystery’s theory (except he’d have opened her in line), I ignore the target,
pay for myself, and sit down to eat. Lo and behold, HB8.527 sits next to me
and begins eating her meal, a tuna salad sandwich she bought at the counter.
I open by pointing out to her that when I want a tuna salad sandwich at a
deli, I find I can double its size for no extra money by purchasing a
half-pound of tuna salad and a roll for $0.30, and making it myself.
Somehow that works well and we begin talking for a few minutes, establishing
mild rapport. I find out she’s from a poor area of the city and definitely
a big-city HB trapped in the body and mind of a “small town girl” (even big
cities have them in the blue-collar areas). She’s far more intelligent than
most women from that area.
I continue eating my meal, not appearing too into the conversation but not
avoiding it either, and communicate with my body language that I’m not some
pathetic AFC who thinks he is getting anywhere with her. This seems to keep
her interest.
She continues munching on her sandwich, while I dust off a few of the ribs
and some of the sesame chicken. Then her cellphone rings. It’s apparently
some AFC guy who is on his way to pick her up, and she tells him where she
is and that she’ll meet him on X corner in a few minutes.
Before reading Mystery’s theories, I would have stayed AFC, wrapped up the
conversation, and gotten nowhere. Intstead, I viewed her as a “gamer”
(seems every chick runs game all the time no matter what), and this of
course made it easier to connect with her. The second she got on the phone,
I returned all of my attention to my meal, and did a slight backturn. My
body language communicated that my conversation with her was over (her doing
by taking the call). This seemed to sit well with her, since I did what a
desperate AFC would not do and recognized that she had put an obstacle in my
path, one that a “prized male” wouldn’t deign to try to remove, but rather
would let her regret putting there.
Sure enough, after her conversation ends, she reengages, but is still about
to leave. I don’t grab this bait either and barely acknowledge her, looking
up from my meal as if I were wondering what was interrupting it.
I know what she’s looking for. She wants me to accept the shit test she
gave me by not doing a takeaway of attention. At that point she’ll leave
with her ego boosted. Instead, I engage her just enough to keep the convo
going, but if she bails out, she has to do it knowing I passed the shit
test. So of course she doesn’t leave, but instead asks how my meal is
going.
Anyone familiar with Mystery knows the answer to WWMD (What Would Mystery
Do?), so I racked my brain for an appropriate wisecrack, and said “Just
fine. The service was great too. Tell your manager I think you should get
a raise.” This got a laugh out of her, but the fact remained that she had a
ride coming and really did have to go, so there was only one move left, the
move I had been setting up for (don’t know if this was mine or if I read it
somewhere, but it’s an easy trick).
I ask her a simple question, throwing in some AFC style politeness to
deflect from the game I’m about to run: “Can I borrow your cellphone for a
second? I have to make a quick call.” She says “sure.” I pick up her
phone, call MY cellphone, and let it ring twice. Then I hang up her phone,
thank her for lending it to me, and give it back to her. She looked
puzzled, but then smiled and laughed, and as she left, she said “talk to you
soon.”
Mystery took the time to dissect field pickups so that stuff like this
becomes second nature. Even if I didn’t get her #, I never weakened myself,
and that alone seemed to be attractive to her. As I said, I’m not much for
field pickups, but occasionally the game comes to me, and in those
situations, Mystery’s theories on backturns and active disinterest are
extremely useful. As childish as the method may seem, it’s very effective,
since many hot women are like spoiled children (since they get everything).
To the person who insists on spending a fortune for a workshop, I’d say to
take Mystery’s rather than the others, for the reasons set forth
hereinabove.
>>> I open by pointing out to her that when I want a tuna salad sandwich at a deli, I find I can double its size for no extra money by purchasing a half-pound of tuna salad and a roll for $0.30, and making it myself.
Great opening Ray. An excellent way to logically engage her brain and display your budgeting prowess!
Ray Gordon invents the cheapskate opener: Film at 11
Dear Mrs. Gordon,
Please take your son Ray off internet restriction. We need a few more laughs before the start of the weekend.
Regards,
Truffaut
Truffaut
Goes to show that the BOY has to count the pennies in his pocket….snicker.
I bet she was thinking, why did I set here beside this homeless person…as she ate faster and faster…lol.
GAME OVER!
Rays new tuna salad opener, with his “3 magic words” is wiping out all the players!!!!!
Film at 11.00…..pass the mayo
Heres Rays latest love…no shes not underage like that other one.
Hes even written a song to her over at alt.hypnosis.
http://www.kismetvideo.com/
Shes a inexperenced amatuer hypnotist, that does white-trash soft porn.
In Rays words, a REAL hypno SLUT.
Ray loves those whores and sluts…wonder why?..was that the cause of your STD, or your first?
Anyway
GAME OVER!!!!!!
“(the clerk there praised my work after thinking I hadn’t signed the original in blue ink — I had, it was just one of 11 copies so I had to find it”
WTF? How hard is this guy trying to get approval from internet audience. Why does he keep mentioning things he thinks will raise his value, but really makes him look nerdier for posting.
Yeah its like a little kid getting a pat on the head and all. In some ways I feel sorrow for him…but it only last a second or two…:)
You guys have a great weekend!
Ray, when I nail some 22 or 23 year old this weekend, using MM and SS, I’ll think about you in that little room, pecking away, trying to keep count of how many people you have pissed off.
Game Over!!
Ahah NLPRap, that Ray FR is a great find ! Proves how much of a “guru” he is. Do you have the link ? We must keep it for further use
Ray Gordon sues his mother: Film at 11
The infamous Ray Gordon has stooped to an all-time low by filing a lawsuit against his own mother. Mr. Gordon is suing his mother for cruel and unusual punishment, claiming that he wouldn’t be a loser if he was never born. Mr. Gordon stated, “My mother provided me with inferior DNA, THROUGH NO FAULT OF MY OWN. I have been the laughing stock of the internet ever since Al Gore invented it. In the suit, Mr. Gordon asks for a lifetime of FREE RENT from his mother.
Mrs. Gordon’s lawyer, Allen Finkelstein, commented, “Ray is mentally ill and this unfortunate fact will become obvious during the trial. Additionally, Ray is already living RENT FREE at his mother’s house so one wonders if this suit is just a demented mind’s idea of a publicity stunt.
>> The infamous Ray Gordon has stooped to an all-time low by filing a lawsuit against his own mother.
Doesn’t surprise me.
>> Mr. Gordon is suing his mother for cruel and unusual punishment, claiming that he wouldn’t be a loser if he was never born.
True
>> Mr. Gordon stated, “My mother provided me with inferior DNA, THROUGH NO FAULT OF MY OWN.
True
>> I have been the laughing stock of the internet ever since Al Gore invented it.
True
>> In the suit, Mr. Gordon asks for a lifetime of FREE RENT from his mother. Mrs. Gordon’s lawyer, Allen Finkelstein, commented, “Ray is mentally ill and this unfortunate fact will become obvious during the trial.
Um, it’s already obvious.
>> Additionally, Ray is already living RENT FREE at his mother’s house so one wonders if this suit is just a demented mind’s idea of a publicity stunt.
Could this be Ray’s cry for help?
200th post, Internet Props!