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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Wow, harassing my family now?
My mom’s getting a little sick of this and has decided to begin filing police reports against the anonymous freaks who think the anonymous harassment law doesn’t apply to them.
Real brave to pick on a woman who never did a thing to any of you, and to do it anonymously.
“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…:)”
He’s so together and mature he can’t even show his face…well, that’s what subpoenas are for.
“Ray, when I nail some 22 or 23 year old this weekend,”
No proof, combined with a plug for two commercial products. How quaint.
“using and , I’ll think about you in that little room, pecking away, trying to keep count of how many people you have pissed off.”
As if I’m supposed to give a shit what some player/user/NLPrapist thinks.
Oh wait, he can’t even prove that he’s getting the women he says. He can’t even sign his name to his posts.
>>> 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.”
For that situation, it worked fine.
“An excellent way to logically engage her brain and display your budgeting prowess!”
I don’t prefer emotion-driven idiot sluts, but I’m sure you do.
“Ray Gordon invents the cheapskate opener: Film at 11″
As opposed to the “we have a lot in common; we both take money from desperate men” stripper opener popular among the gurus who get a fortune for teaching game they don’t use to people.
Let’s see Mysery’s “Game.”
(btw Mysery if I ever fuck your girlfriend you’ll just have to deal with it you powerless piece of shit)
On page 4 of “The Game,” Neil Strauss comments on trying to help Mystery, who was in the depths of a suicidal depression. He talks about how he tried to find some drugs (such as Xanax) to help him, and stated: “I needed to get him Valium, Xanax, Vicodin, anything. I grabbed my phone book and scanned the pages for the people most likely to have pills — people like guys in rock bands, women who had just had plastic surgery, former child actors.”
Also on page 4, Neil then describes how he finally turned to Katya, the reason Mystery was so depressed, and when she showed up to help (with drugs), he wrote that he told her not to come into the house because Mystery “would probably KILL her.” Then he added: “Not that she didn’t entirely deserve it.”
On page 5 of “The Game,” Neil Strauss quotes Mystery as saying “I want to learn martial arts, so when I want to kill someone, I can do something about it.”
On page 188 of “The Game,” Neil writes about how Mystery and Neil were at Mystery’s sister’s condo (a place he didn’t even live), and some girls who were there ran into the hallway, making loud noises. A man dressed as a cleric (reverend) came out into the hallway and told them they shouldn’t be making so much noise. Neil then notes their exchange:
MYSTERY: “What do you think we should do about it? These are young girls. They’re just having fun.”
REVEREND: “Well, they can have fun in a place where they’re not disturbing other residents.”
MYSTERY: “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go get a KNIFE and find out just who exactly should be in the hall when I get back.”
Style then related what Mystery told him in an e-mail: “She proceeded to punch me several times. I had ro restrain her by grabbing her throat and flipping her to the ground.”
On page 189, Style speaks about why Mystery felt so “suicidal.” “Living, he said, costs too much.” He then closed by saying that he “doesn’t want to be known as another Ross Jeffries.” (!!!!)
On page 200, Style quotes Mystery as saying he’s “going to shoot [his] father and then kill [himself].”
On page 294, Style describes Mystery’s reaction to his ex-girlfriend being impregnated by an African-American jock she had met at her strip club: “It makes me want to kill the baby and kill him.”
On page 381, Style recounts an e-mail exchange between various house members. Herbal (who swiped Katya from Mystery) wrote to say that he’d been informed that his property and room were “destroyed” as “punishment” from Mystery for allowing Katya into the house. In response, Mystery wrote an e-mail which warned Herbal “not to bring up the subject of Katya,” and that if he did, “it would arouse [his] anger so deeply that [Herbal] will be thrown through glass.” He said that if Katya “comes around when [Herbal] returns, [Mystery] will pound [Herbal]. It will be fast, hard, repetitive, and merciless.”
Dear Mrs. Gordon,
Thank you for taking Ray off internet restriction. Ray never ceases to amaze me with his stupid and illogical posts. Reading his posts in the morning always makes me grateful that Ray was dealt an incomplete deck and not me!
Regards,
Truffaut
P.S. Good luck with the lawsuit.
LR: Meet to Lay – Four Hours
I dedicate this lay report to Ray Gordon, who apparently thinks poor forty-something guys can’t get laid. LOL
Ray Gordon wrote: >>> “I’m almost forty years old. Guys my age either find one woman hot enough and into us enough, they get money, go to a poor country, or they get off the playing field. I don’t care if you’re a celebrity, once you are forty in the US, you need money, power, or status to get laid without it turning into a very annoying headache. Even then it’s possible, but not something a smart man would subject himself to.”
Truffaut’s response: Ray, that’s known as a self-fulfilling prophecy. I don’t give up so easily and move back in with my mother.
My Background: Forty-Seven years old, presently unemployed, live in a small apartment (sans mother), in Silicon Valley, California. USCF chess rating 1920, twenty points higher that Ray Gordon’s. I currently have three “girl friends” and possibly four after last night’s activities.
The Meet: I often go to a pizza restaurant with friends to drink wine and play five-minute chess. I am usually the best chess player there. For some reason the waitress is attracted to me. Could it be my ALPHA status as the best chess player? LOL. Anyway, she introduces herself, asks if I live alone (I don’t live with my mother any more) and gives me her phone number without me even asking for it..
I go to the restaurant a week later to drink and play chess again. We flirt. I leave and she calls me two hours later (12:30 a.m.) to talk. I set up a meet for the following week.
First Date: Wine, Women, and Song
I drive to her apartment and we go to a street fair featuring music, dancing, booze and food. Immediately when we arrive she tells me that her purse is heavy and she asks if I can carry if for her. (A test). I smile, give her a “that’s cute” look and tell her that I don’t carry a purse. Test passed. We cruise the fair, sit a few times where I kino and flirt. I intuit that the deal is already done so I suggest that we leave the fair.
Earlier in the evening she told me that she’s looking for a new apartment so I suggest that we drop by my apartment “for a few minuets” so she can check out my complex. We arrive, I give her “the tour.” I live in a studio apartment, i.e. one room with closet, kitchen area and bathroom. The tour takes about six seconds. I offer her a glass of water and remember that she was interested in chess. So I say let’s play a game.
I don’t want to play chess (too logical) but it gives her plausible deniability to stay a little longer in my apartment. We play a quick game that lasts about five minutes. She wants to play another (I want to get things “rolling”). I say Okay, but every time I take one of her pieces she has to give me a kiss. (Truffaut chess piece kiss gambit. LOL). I checkmate her in about eight moves.
The Real Game Begins – I forgot to mention that I have no sofa, love seat, or desk in my apartment so obviously we have to play the chess game on my king-sized bed. She knees at the side of the bed while playing the games refusing my invitation to lie on the bed like me while playing. She doesn’t want to appear “easy” and I let her kneel so I don’t appear like I’m only concerned about getting in her pants. This shit is so easy.
Anyway, this chick is from Bolivia and apparently she had taken a few massage classes there. Damn, I’ve never had a professional massage before and I’ve got to say that it’s almost better than sex. You don’t have to do shit, just lay back and enjoy.
Okay guys, this is getting way too long, ( I’ve never written a lay report berore so please excuse me it there isn’t enough detail.) I am tired from watching the World Cup games today so I’ll wrap it up.
End Game – This is basic LMR stuff. For the longest time she refuses to lie on the bed and just stands by its side kissing me. I gently persist, and get her on the bed while she gets up AT LEAST SIX TIMES saying she should go and that she’s a good girl. I use basic LMR strategy that I learned from a Mystery DVD. Basically I agree with every thing she says, do minor takeaways, then as Mystery says, the FULL MONTY. THANK YOU MYSTERY.
Earlier in the evening she told me that her daughter was visiting. So I suggest that I drive her home, implying that she wouldn’t want her daughter to think she was a “slut.”
I driver her home and meet a few buddies at the Pizza Parlor, drink to my success, then go home and have a nice sleep alone.
Ray, I hope this helps.
100 bucks Ray will discard your girl as a “easy whore” he wouldn’t lay if his life depended on it, because he is sooo picky, etc, etc.
He is so predictable.
He’s so together and mature he can’t even show his face…well, that’s what subpoenas are for.
Blow it out your ass pussy.
Guys look what I found, seems our boy Ray is a sick twisted fuck….hehe.
RayGordon
Banned
Joined: 16 Apr 2006
Posted: 16.04.06 5:09 am
spectrohypno81 wrote:
] Hm… after seeing the FHRA video of Lisa, I do have to
] say that combining different induction types seem to be
] quite interesting aswell.
]
] She starts with her voice, then uses her finger moving
] in circles and finally her eyes.
]
] Tho personally I like eye inductions and a “inocent”
] aproach, but sadly there’s few of that combination to find
] (so far I only know of Lisa’s video combining all that).
She has an interesting concept of “circle.”
Lisa’s video was promising, except for the parts where she
looks down at the table (script?), and lets slip what appears
to be the first letter of her real name (“O”).
She had good instincts, but was way too SLOW.
Best induction style? Ashlee Schull. It’s a grand canyon
distance to the rest of the bunch.
Second best? Wendi Friesen.
Third best? Lady Mesmer (Krystal)
(I don’t rate myself but my style as done by Hellen works on
me enough to convince me briefly that I’m female and get me off).
Look at that last statment…sick…oh and looks like you have been BANNED from that forum as well…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH
IDIOT
Oh Ray has accused me of being a paid shrill over at asf.
PLEASE RAY….where do I sign up? 10 to 15 an hour, Man I could use that money….where…where….WHERE????
I think Thundercat died or something.
Oh well, no big loss there. Less bad karma
I guess this is what they mean by “the rage”
http://www.thundercatseductionlair.com/2005/03/pickup_101_work.html#comment-18751464
Damn….did this woman really date him?
“LR: Meet to Lay – Four Hours”
When was the HIV test?
“I dedicate this lay report to Ray Gordon, who apparently thinks poor forty-something guys can’t get laid. LOL”
How we know you’re over forty or poor? We also don’t know what you look like or what she looks like, or a ton of other information.
>>>Ray Gordon wrote: >>> “I’m almost forty years old. Guys my age either find one woman hot enough and into us enough, they get money, go to a poor country, or they get off the playing field. I don’t care if you’re a celebrity, once you are forty in the US, you need money, power, or status to get laid without it turning into a very annoying headache. Even then it’s possible, but not something a smart man would subject himself to.”>>>>
“Truffaut’s response: Ray, that’s known as a self-fulfilling prophecy. I don’t give up so easily and move back in with my mother.”
That you’d judge anyone on whether or not they live alone, with roommates, or with family is an admission that you believe money is a way to get laid. It shows your value system right then and there.
“My Background: Forty-Seven years old, presently unemployed, live in a small apartment (sans mother), in Silicon Valley, California. USCF chess rating 1920, twenty points higher that Ray Gordon’s. I currently have three “girl friends” and possibly four after last night’s activities.”
Chessplayers are generally artistic types who can do well with that (that’s one of the things I have going for me as well).
Of course, he doesn’t explain how he pays his rent being “unemployed.” He also could be telling stories about his “potential” to compensate for lack of money, or just flat-out lying, either to the women, or to us.
A major problem with “internet props.” His story is good to learn from, nonetheless, but be careful not to spend money based on stuff like this.
“The Meet: I often go to a pizza restaurant with friends to drink wine and play five-minute chess. I am usually the best chess player there. For some reason the waitress is attracted to me. Could it be my ALPHA status as the best chess player? LOL. Anyway, she introduces herself, asks if I live alone (I don’t live with my mother any more) and gives me her phone number without me even asking for it..”
Which restaurant was this? Or are we supposed to believe “internet props.”
Guys, make sure you don’t spend money on something based on things you can’t verify.
“I go to the restaurant a week later to drink and play chess again. We flirt. I leave and she calls me two hours later (12:30 a.m.) to talk. I set up a meet for the following week.”
The chess gimmick! I wrote about this in my first book. The last chapter of that book is entitled “welcome to the chessboard.”
“First Date: Wine, Women, and Song I drive to her apartment and we go to a street fair featuring music, dancing, booze and food. Immediately when we arrive she tells me that her purse is heavy and she asks if I can carry if for her. (A test). I smile, give her a “that’s cute” look and tell her that I don’t carry a purse. Test passed.”
Well the woman definitely isn’t LTR material, unless you think family life should also be combat.
“We cruise the fair, sit a few times where I kino and flirt. I intuit that the deal is already done so I suggest that we leave the fair.”
So he laid his hands on her to see if she was receptive to kino. I wrote about “early kino” in my second book (1999) as a timesaver. If she had rejected the kino, he could have avoided wasting his time.
Still, he hasn’t really said what went down in the “flirting” or what was said. We don’t know if she was a 2 or a 10 either.
That’s the problem with internet props.
“Earlier in the evening she told me that she’s looking for a new apartment so I suggest that we drop by my apartment “for a few minuets” so she can check out my complex. We arrive, I give her “the tour.” I live in a studio apartment, i.e. one room with closet, kitchen area and bathroom. The tour takes about six seconds. I offer her a glass of water and remember that she was interested in chess. So I say let’s play a game.”
You see, “game” would involve fucking her on the roof on a warm summer night if you had roommates. Or just going to her place.
In my area, however, it pays not to keep long-term leases, as sublets are VERY cheap during the summer, and even year-round because of the large number of medical schools in the area.
The silicon valley area is pretty expensive, so a guy who can afford to live there will trigger a golddigger switch or two.
Then again, maybe it’s the chess gimmick. I’m rated 1900 not because I busted my ass to get there, but because the class prizes for under-2000 are the same as for under-2200 and under-2400. Most players won’t leave a class without a big check as a result.
“I don’t want to play chess (too logical) but it gives her plausible deniability to stay a little longer in my apartment. We play a quick game that lasts about five minutes. She wants to play another (I want to get things “rolling”). I say Okay, but every time I take one of her pieces she has to give me a kiss. (Truffaut chess piece kiss gambit. LOL). I checkmate her in about eight moves.”
She had to have underlying attraction for that to occur. What was said to cause the underlying attraction?
Or maybe she’s just a five, or maybe he’s lying about the money thing. You just never know on the internet.
“The Real Game Begins – I forgot to mention that I have no sofa, love seat, or desk in my apartment so obviously we have to play the chess game on my king-sized bed. She knees at the side of the bed while playing the games refusing my invitation to lie on the bed like me while playing. She doesn’t want to appear “easy” and I let her kneel so I don’t appear like I’m only concerned about getting in her pants. This shit is so easy.”
If she didn’t want to appear easy, she wouldn’t be fucking a guy she met same day.
The STD risks here are obvious, or is “hey baby, I’m clean” the new safe sex?
“Anyway, this chick is from Bolivia”
A very poor country. Foreign women generally don’t count as “game” for an American, espeically one in a wealthy area (which is what she’ll judge him on economically).
“and apparently she had taken a few massage classes there. Damn, I’ve never had a professional massage before and I’ve got to say that it’s almost better than sex.”
So you find out at 47 what I found out at 19. Better late than never.
At age 23, I took a massage course for 50 hours (cost me $900) and got a certificate. I could have been hired by a few spas here easily (it was a recession). I even rented a massage studio on the weekends where I would bring women to. Not only is that better than an apartment, but it’s not a good idea to bring any women home anyhow, since many women (especially sluts who fuck guys they just met) will have their male friends rob the place when they are out with the guy.
Gurus don’t like to point this out because they sell more product based on more lay reports.
“You don’t have to do shit, just lay back and enjoy.”
You’re preaching to the choir. I talk about massage as a gimmick in my first book as well.
“Okay guys, this is getting way too long, ( I’ve never written a lay report berore so please excuse me it there isn’t enough detail.) I am tired from watching the World Cup games today so I’ll wrap it up.”
He hasn’t really said much other than he met, flirted with, and fucked a waitress. He didn’t verify any of this, but hey that’s “internet props” for you.
“End Game – This is basic LMR stuff. For the longest time she refuses to lie on the bed and just stands by its side kissing me. I gently persist, and get her on the bed while she gets up AT LEAST SIX TIMES saying she should go and that she’s a good girl.”
This is old advice, nothing new. A variation of the reverse timetable, or freezeout.
“I use basic LMR strategy that I learned from a .”
, however, uses money and status and fame to get laid. He also offers proof of his conquests.
” Basically I agree with every thing she says, do minor takeaways, then as Mystery says, the FULL MONTY. THANK YOU MYSTERY.”
So what happens if another guy games her the same way tomorrow, and the day after that, and so forth?” Will all those men FAIL with these methods or will you have fucked an easily gameable slut?
Not that he’s even verified that he got laid, since we have no idea who he even is.
That’s the problem with “internet props.”
Now, by contrast, I could publish an entire chess game I played and explain what I did in a way that is completely verifiable.
Who was the chick?
See the problem?
Also note that this man is recommending a rather expensive commercial product, yet doesn’t even verify that this “lay” actually occurred.
“Earlier in the evening she told me that her daughter was visiting. So I suggest that I drive her home, implying that she wouldn’t want her daughter to think she was a “slut.”
Oh, she has a kid. Those are “empty netters” as in “easy to score upon.” Single moms tend to be very fucked up and most men with options won’t even talk to them, let alone fuck them, especially not in a high-risk situation like a few hours after meeting them.
I could see where the daughter might think her mom was a slut, given that her mom was behaving like a slut.
“I driver her home and meet a few buddies at the Pizza Parlor, drink to my success, then go home and have a nice sleep alone.”
Which pizza parlor was this?
Internet props are so unverifiable, sadly.
“Ray, I hope this helps.”
The report speaks for itself.
LR: Meet to Lay – Four Hours”
When was the HIV test?
Ray, you are such an idiot.
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“I dedicate this lay report to Ray Gordon, who apparently thinks poor forty-something guys can’t get laid. LOL”
How we know you’re over forty or poor? We also don’t know what you look like or what she looks like, or a ton of other information.
How do we actually know that you, ray, can’t get a woman? Written words say alot.
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That you’d judge anyone on whether or not they live alone, with roommates, or with family is an admission that you believe money is a way to get laid. It shows your value system right then and there.
Not true, men tend to leave the “nest” and make a life for themselves. They don’t stay at home with mommy.
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Chessplayers are generally artistic types who can do well with that (that’s one of the things I have going for me as well).
Chessplayers are for the most part nerds and are NOT artistic, quite the opposite.
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Of course, he doesn’t explain how he pays his rent being “unemployed.” He also could be telling stories about his “potential” to compensate for lack of money, or just flat-out lying, either to the women, or to us.
Its now nessary that we know about his funds to follow the story…only you are obsessed with money.
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A major problem with “internet props.” His story is good to learn from, nonetheless, but be careful not to spend money based on stuff like this.
Internet props….Laughing…you are a moron.
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“The Meet: I often go to a pizza restaurant with friends to drink wine and play five-minute chess. I am usually the best chess player there. For some reason the waitress is attracted to me. Could it be my ALPHA status as the best chess player? LOL. Anyway, she introduces herself, asks if I live alone (I don’t live with my mother any more) and gives me her phone number without me even asking for it..”
Which restaurant was this? Or are we supposed to believe “internet props.”
Why?….you want to go there and stalk him?
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Guys, make sure you don’t spend money on something based on things you can’t verify.
Such as your shit.
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“I go to the restaurant a week later to drink and play chess again. We flirt. I leave and she calls me two hours later (12:30 a.m.) to talk. I set up a meet for the following week.”
The chess gimmick! I wrote about this in my first book. The last chapter of that book is entitled “welcome to the chessboard.”
No, Ray, he is using something that is common to his reality….doesn’t have a damn thing to do with your fucking silly ass chess gimmick.
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“First Date: Wine, Women, and Song I drive to her apartment and we go to a street fair featuring music, dancing, booze and food. Immediately when we arrive she tells me that her purse is heavy and she asks if I can carry if for her. (A test). I smile, give her a “that’s cute” look and tell her that I don’t carry a purse. Test passed.”
Well the woman definitely isn’t LTR material, unless you think family life should also be combat.
You consider a shit test to be combat?…..damn you are clueless.
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“We cruise the fair, sit a few times where I kino and flirt. I intuit that the deal is already done so I suggest that we leave the fair.”
So he laid his hands on her to see if she was receptive to kino. I wrote about “early kino” in my second book (1999) as a timesaver. If she had rejected the kino, he could have avoided wasting his time.
Oh Jesus, kino or touching a person is as old as the monkeys, yet his is Ray saying how he invented it…..shaking head…some people.
Notice he is also saying that if she rejects kino at the start then you should bail out…..this little sniplet is very telling about Ray.
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Then again, maybe it’s the chess gimmick. I’m rated 1900 not because I busted my ass to get there, but because the class prizes for under-2000 are the same as for under-2200 and under-2400. Most players won’t leave a class without a big check as a result.
But you aren’t rated 1900 ANYMORE. why don’t you get rerated?…thought so.
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…a bunch of crap.
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“and apparently she had taken a few massage classes there. Damn, I’ve never had a professional massage before and I’ve got to say that it’s almost better than sex.”
So you find out at 47 what I found out at 19. Better late than never.
Laughing, notice the NEED for RAy to raise himself above other men…mental flaw.
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“You don’t have to do shit, just lay back and enjoy.”
You’re preaching to the choir. I talk about massage as a gimmick in my first book as well.
Again, men have used massage for thousands of years, but here again we have RAy inventing it…..lol.
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” Basically I agree with every thing she says, do minor takeaways, then as Mystery says, the FULL MONTY. THANK YOU MYSTERY.”
So what happens if another guy games her the same way tomorrow, and the day after that, and so forth?” Will all those men FAIL with these methods or will you have fucked an easily gameable slut?
Ray just doesn’t GET IT. He thinks seduction and PU is just saying this and doing that….he’ll never learn.
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Not that he’s even verified that he got laid, since we have no idea who he even is.
That’s the problem with “internet props.”
I believe him….take your “internet props” and shove them up your loose ass.
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Oh, she has a kid. Those are “empty netters” as in “easy to score upon.” Single moms tend to be very fucked up and most men with options won’t even talk to them, let alone fuck them, especially not in a high-risk situation like a few hours after meeting them.
Single mothers are not sluts or whores. Some are easy some are not….RAy thinks you can stero-type ALL people…only bi-polar boys think along those lines.
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The report speaks for itself.
It sure does Ray, HEY….you still tucking your member between your legs and dancing in front of a mirror while that helon hypnosis junk turns you into a woman that you like?….like you were talking about on usenet?…..get help RAy.
I think Thundercat died or something.
Oh well, no big loss there. Less bad karma
I’m begining to wonder that myself. Anyway, if he continues to let Ray post here, then soon this will be a ghost town.
If I grow tired of it. I liked it better when there was no Ray and no moderation.
I meant to say EVEN I, instead of IF I….its Monday for me..:)
>>>>That you’d judge anyone on whether or not they live alone, with roommates, or with family is an admission that you believe money is a way to get laid. It shows your value system right then and there.>>>>>
“Not true, men tend to leave the “nest” and make a life for themselves.”
Someone is mistaking television for real life, and also revealing his AFC/societal programming, i.e., he sees money and housing as necessities to bribe women to fuck him.
>>>Not that he’s even verified that he got laid, since we have no idea who he even is.
That’s the problem with “internet props.”>>>>
“I believe him….take your “internet props” and shove them up your loose ass.”
Now we have second-generation “internet props” given to someone else’s “internet props.”
Men should believe what they want, but be reminded that spending money on that type of a belief leaves them open to being lied to for profit.
The answer? Believe it, but don’t spend money based on it, just in case all is not what it appears to be.
>>>>Then again, maybe it’s the chess gimmick. I’m rated 1900 not because I busted my ass to get there, but because the class prizes for under-2000 are the same as for under-2200 and under-2400. Most players won’t leave a class without a big check as a result.>>>>
“But you aren’t rated 1900 ANYMORE.”
The USCF says otherwise.
Someone is mistaking television for real life, and also revealing his AFC/societal programming, i.e., he sees money and housing as necessities to bribe women to fuck him.
I see money and housing as nessary as air. I like most people aspire to become something in life, to make my own way.
TO BE A MAN
I left home at 21, worked a fulltime job since 16…I was not going to be a burden on my parents. THey did their job, so it was time for me to do mine.
Its called being a man Ray, creating a life and leaving something behind, something I know you could NEVER grasp.
Ray thinks that money is the only way to get a woman….thats fucking sad.
Try talking to them Ray….nevermind, your mental illness keeps you from understanding the slightest working of a female mind.
I have NEVER met a bi-polar male that EVER had any success with women….and I know quite a few, everyone of you follow a pattern as predictable as a sunrise.
Now we have second-generation “internet props” given to someone else’s “internet props.”
INSANITY in action.
The USCF says otherwise
Funny, your rating EXPIRED IN 1996.
Provide the link where that statement is false or shut the hell up….lol.
Heres Ray’s anti=player strip club method….snicker…the one that will get you thrown out of a club..or worse.
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.seduction.fast/browse_thread/thread/01f78e06dc7d25f4/8b0e86cb6d9a80ed?hl=en#8b0e86cb6d9a80ed
>>>Someone is mistaking television for real life, and also revealing his AFC/societal programming, i.e., he sees money and housing as necessities to bribe women to fuck him.>>>>
“I see money and housing as nessary as air. I like most people aspire to become something in life, to make my own way.
TO BE A MAN”
Wow, he’s more AFC than I thought. Women do the “be a MAN” crap to equate spending money on them with being a man (like when Mystery uses his money to impress women etc.). He actually values himself based on a construct set up by women to take money from men. To him, money IS game.
Note that “housing” is not the same as “living alone.” Housing is necessary for ME, but it’s not necessary that I give some skank a free ride just for fucking me.
“I left home at 21,”
And I left mine at 19. I actually took my family in rather than the other way around (not that anyone gives a shit). Since we don’t hate each other, we’ve never thought of living together as a negative. I could see where his parents would think otherwise.
“I worked a fulltime job since 16…I was not going to be a burden on my parents. THey did their job, so it was time for me to do mine.”
Living WITH someone does not mean you are living OFF someone. Rents are high in the big city, and roommates are common. Still more “indepdendent” men get money from home on the DL, and of course, we don’t know if this guy is full of shit or not, since he doesn’t allow scrutiny.
You’re just supposed to take his internet props at face value.
“Its called being a man Ray, creating a life and leaving something behind, something I know you could NEVER grasp.”
Writers leave things behind for eternity, as do chessplayers. Note again how he equates money with “being a man” or “having game.”
>>>>Ray thinks that money is the only way to get a woman….thats fucking sad. Try talking to them Ray….nevermind, your mental illness keeps you from understanding the slightest working of a female mind.>>>>>>>
Typical internet cockroach, very brave behind his monitor and when anonymous, but falls apart under the light of scrutiny. He’s just projecting his anger that women are more or less for sale to wealthy men, as the gurus prove even more since their game changes to exploit that once they get money.
REAL MEN don’t hide behind their monitor, and aren’t afraid of scrutiny. This little boy can’t even manage that. That’s because he just isn’t much of a man.
“I have NEVER met a bi-polar male that EVER had any success with women….and I know quite a few, everyone of you follow a pattern as predictable as a sunrise.”
I guess he never met a rock star, an actor, or even Mystery (who has at least major depression or whatever Style called it in his book).
Too bad the cockroach isn’t even man enough to let everyone know who said what he just said. Real men have nothing to hide. Guess he’s not a real man.
Then again, that was already obvious.
Now, he’s posting during working hours — a lot. Does that mean he’s goofing off at his job, or is THIS his job?
Ya never know on the internet, do you?
Wow, he’s more AFC than I thought. Women do the “be a MAN” crap to equate spending money on them with being a man (like when Mystery uses his money to impress women etc.). He actually values himself based on a construct set up by women to take money from men. To him, money IS game.
The construct as you call it is setup by ones father and the other men he meets at an early age, not by women. Women teach their sons the opposite to keep them from killing everyone.
But Ray has no concept of being a man, but he was raised by his mother, so that might explain alot of things, the bi tendiciences and such.
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Note that “housing” is not the same as “living alone.” Housing is necessary for ME, but it’s not necessary that I give some skank a free ride just for fucking me.
You got some sort of problem living alone in a home that you worked and paid for by the sweat of your brow? The above also implies that you fuck skanks…you let alot out without noticing it, maybe a cry for help.
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And I left mine at 19. I actually took my family in rather than the other way around (not that anyone gives a shit). Since we don’t hate each other, we’ve never thought of living together as a negative. I could see where his parents would think otherwise.
Internet Prop, we have no way of knowing this..LMAO
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Writers leave things behind for eternity, as do chessplayers. Note again how he equates money with “being a man” or “having game.”
YOU are not a writer, ebooks are NOT remembered. Nor does anyone give a shit about chess. Bobby Fisher is the only one that ever became a common name….you’ll never fit that bill, sonny.
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Typical internet cockroach, very brave behind his monitor and when anonymous, but falls apart under the light of scrutiny.
REAL MEN don’t hide behind their monitor, and aren’t afraid of scrutiny. This little boy can’t even manage that. That’s because he just isn’t much of a man.
Are you calling me out Ray?….are you trying to say you want to meet me and discuss this?
DIDNT THINK SO.
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I guess he never met a rock star, an actor, or even Mystery (who has at least major depression or whatever Style called it in his book).
Depression is not mental illness, bi polar is.
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Too bad the cockroach isn’t even man enough to let everyone know who said what he just said.
?????????????????
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Now, he’s posting during working hours — a lot. Does that mean he’s goofing off at his job, or is THIS his job?
Fishing Ray?….ray is ALWAYS trying to discover personal info.
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Ya never know on the internet, do you?
About you yes, because without the net you would have no life.
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>>>>>Wow, he’s more AFC than I thought. Women do the “be a MAN” crap to equate spending money on them with being a man (like when Mystery uses his money to impress women etc.). He actually values himself based on a construct set up by women to take money from men. To him, money IS game.>>>>>
“The construct as you call it is setup by ones father and the other men he meets at an early age, not by women.”
Other AFC men, pressured by a society where providing for women is thought to be a measure of manhood.
“Women teach their sons the opposite to keep them from killing everyone. But Ray has no concept of being a man, but he was raised by his mother, so that might explain alot of things, the bi tendiciences and such.”
Again, notice the cockroach’s extraplation, or projection of his own latent homosexuality onto others.
Not that I’m bi, but if I were, I’d be in the same class as Mick Jagger and David Bowie, the latter of whom has his own opener named after him.
>>>>>Note that “housing” is not the same as “living alone.” Housing is necessary for ME, but it’s not necessary that I give some skank a free ride just for fucking me.>>>>
“You got some sort of problem living alone in a home that you worked and paid for by the sweat of your brow? The above also implies that you fuck skanks…you let alot out without noticing it, maybe a cry for help.”
The woman is a skank if she’s looking to trade sex for free housing, so no, they aren’t my type. I don’t need to buy my women, though I could see where you might.
>>>>And I left mine at 19. I actually took my family in rather than the other way around (not that anyone gives a shit). Since we don’t hate each other, we’ve never thought of living together as a negative. I could see where his parents would think otherwise.>>>>
“Internet Prop, we have no way of knowing this..LMAO”
Men who are tempted to spend money based on other internet props should keep that in mind.
>>>>>Writers leave things behind for eternity, as do chessplayers. Note again how he equates money with “being a man” or “having game.” >>>>>>
“YOU are not a writer,”
Wow, trade libel.
” ebooks are NOT remembered. Nor does anyone give a shit about chess.”
Nice slap in the face to millions of fans of THE game.
“Bobby Fisher is the only one that ever became a common name….you’ll never fit that bill, sonny.”
Garry Kasparov did pretty well for himself, and one kid even had a movie made about him. Chess is a refined intellectual pursuit beyond this cockroach’s capabilities, however.
(his goal is to bash me and try to convince others to purchase products from my competitors).
>>>>Typical internet cockroach, very brave behind his monitor and when anonymous, but falls apart under the light of scrutiny.
REAL MEN don’t hide behind their monitor, and aren’t afraid of scrutiny. This little boy can’t even manage that. That’s because he just isn’t much of a man.>>>>>
“Are you calling me out Ray?….are you trying to say you want to meet me and discuss this?
DIDNT THINK SO.”
Nice mouth!! There’s nothing to call out, as you’re too scared to even sign your name to your posts. REAL MEN aren’t afraid to do that.
Is that mouth you used to sound threatening to me the same one you HIT women with?
Guess it’s very easy for him to be tough when he can hide who he is and would never have to back up his mouth, but we already knew he was all mouth to begin with.
>>>>>>I guess he never met a rock star, an actor, or even Mystery (who has at least major depression or whatever Style called it in his book).>>>>>
“Depression is not mental illness, bi polar is.”
296 is Major Depressive Disorder according to the DSV-IV, and I never said Mystery wasn’t bipolar (or even depressive). We do know from the game that he was suicidal (something about “life is too expensive”), so it would likely be one or the other.
We also know from “The Game” that Mystery threatened a Reverend with a knife, and threatened to throw Herbal through plate glass after learning that Herbal had fucked Katya (so much for bros before hoes and managing expectations).
>>Too bad the cockroach isn’t even man enough to let everyone know who said what he just said. Now, he’s posting during working hours — a lot. Does that mean he’s goofing off at his job, or is THIS his job?>>>>>
“Fishing Ray?….ray is ALWAYS trying to discover personal info.”
Given how personal he tries to get with me, that’s a riot. I’m pointing out that nothing he says is verifiable in any way, and that men shouldn’t spend money based on internet props.
That’s stating the obvious, not fishing for personal info.
>>>Ya never know on the internet, do you?>>>>
“About you yes, because without the net you would have no life.”
He said as he clicked send while responding to my postings like white on rice. How amusing!
(one tactic these cockroaches use is to put down the fact someone is on the net when in reality they just want to reduce competition for those who reward them for posting during business hours).
Either he’s goofing off a lot at his job, or this is his job. I’ll leave it to the audience to decide which.
Other AFC men, pressured by a society where providing for women is thought to be a measure of manhood.
Where do you get that manhood is a measure of providing for women?
You really have no clue do you?
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Again, notice the cockroach’s extraplation, or projection of his own latent homosexuality onto others.
Laughing, we all know what this is about, you are RUNNING from that statement you made on asf about you needing to be hypnotized into feeling like a woman in order to get sexual gratifaction.
Meet Ray Gordon, Norman Bates
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Not that I’m bi, but if I were, I’d be in the same class as Mick Jagger and David Bowie, the latter of whom has his own opener named after him.
Oh my god, this is very telling. Ray, combine this with the other and you are all but admitting you are bi-sexual.
Do you write seduction tips for gay men too??
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The woman is a skank if she’s looking to trade sex for free housing, so no, they aren’t my type. I don’t need to buy my women, though I could see where you might.
Laughing, but YOU are the one that has NEVER EVER produced or even named a girlfreind…maybe we know why now….its a BOY!
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“Internet Prop, we have no way of knowing this..LMAO”
Men who are tempted to spend money based on other internet props should keep that in mind.
Whatever, its hard to debate insanity.
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“YOU are not a writer,”
Wow, trade libel.
Wow..the fucking TRUTH. Give me the ISBN number of your book so I can look it up….THOUGHT SO.
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” ebooks are NOT remembered. Nor does anyone give a shit about chess.”
Nice slap in the face to millions of fans of THE game.
THE TRUTH
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Garry Kasparov did pretty well for himself, and one kid even had a movie made about him. Chess is a refined intellectual pursuit beyond this cockroach’s capabilities, however.
Never heard of him nor has 99 percent of the people. Again show me where your current rating is active and 1900…..THOUGHT SO.
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(his goal is to bash me and try to convince others to purchase products from my competitors).
WRONG….I’m a guy who got sick of your LIES years ago. I know you REALLY HATE to have them pointed out to you…pussy.
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Nice mouth!! There’s nothing to call out, as you’re too scared to even sign your name to your posts. REAL MEN aren’t afraid to do that.
THOUGHT SO….PUSSY….COWARD…TWISTED LITTLE SHIT…MR. PERVERT.
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Is that mouth you used to sound threatening to me the same one you HIT women with?
Laughing…did you have a flashback to when your moms boyfreind made a BITCH out of you?
Man you are such a pussy.
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Guess it’s very easy for him to be tough when he can hide who he is and would never have to back up his mouth, but we already knew he was all mouth to begin with.
Ray, if you want to meet me, just say so…I can take a few days off.
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296 is Major Depressive Disorder according to the DSV-IV, and I never said Mystery wasn’t bipolar (or even depressive). We do know from the game that he was suicidal (something about “life is too expensive”), so it would likely be one or the other.
Funny how M rose above his problems and made something of himself, where as you cannot!
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We also know from “The Game” that Mystery threatened a Reverend with a knife, and threatened to throw Herbal through plate glass after learning that Herbal had fucked Katya (so much for bros before hoes and managing expectations).
We also Know from YOUR OWN WORDS that you have threatened children and women and familys….the fucking list goes on and on.
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“Fishing Ray?….ray is ALWAYS trying to discover personal info.”
Given how personal he tries to get with me, that’s a riot. I’m pointing out that nothing he says is verifiable in any way, and that men shouldn’t spend money based on internet props.
Oh really….well Ray, I can post links to YOUR OWN words, which back me up. Want me to post them here?????
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“About you yes, because without the net you would have no life.”
He said as he clicked send while responding to my postings like white on rice. How amusing!
My posting times and history show I have a life, you on the other hand post 24 7 and everyone knowsss it.
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Either he’s goofing off a lot at his job, or this is his job. I’ll leave it to the audience to decide which.
Bothers you doesn’t it. WHO ARE YOU that people would organize to silence….you are an idiot.
People just don’t like your fucking lies, and your threatening children…hiding behind your mommys skirt.
How much is that sex change again?
>>>>Other AFC men, pressured by a society where providing for women is thought to be a measure of manhood.>>>>
“Where do you get that manhood is a measure of providing for women?
You really have no clue do you?”
That’s what all this crap is based on: BUYING WOMEN. Your only way of getting them, apparently. Just isn’t cool to call yourself a John.
(he continues posting here like it’s his JOB).
>>>>Again, notice the cockroach’s extraplation, or projection of his own latent homosexuality onto others. >>>
“Laughing, we all know what this is about, you are RUNNING from that statement you made on asf about you needing to be hypnotized into feeling like a woman in order to get sexual gratifaction.”
That’s libelous, as I never said that. Not only that, but it’s bordering on harassment based on *perceived* sexual orientation, which happens to be a hate crime (anonymous harassment is also a crime).
Lying over and over again isn’t going to change anything, but it’s a good way to get sued.
“Meet Ray Gordon, Norman Bates.”
Defamation is all these cockroaches have, you see.
>>>>>Not that I’m bi, but if I were, I’d be in the same class as Mick Jagger and David Bowie, the latter of whom has his own opener named after him.>>>>
“Oh my god, this is very telling. Ray, combine this with the other and you are all but admitting you are bi-sexual.”
Only a bigot would assume something like that.
“Do you write seduction tips for gay men too??”
I’m sure he wishes I did, but he’ll just have to do without.
>>>>The woman is a skank if she’s looking to trade sex for free housing, so no, they aren’t my type. I don’t need to buy my women, though I could see where you might.>>>>
“Laughing, but YOU are the one that has NEVER EVER produced or even named a girlfreind…maybe we know why now….its a BOY!”
Good luck proving that in court.
>>>”Internet Prop, we have no way of knowing this..LMAO” Men who are tempted to spend money based on other internet props should keep that in mind.>>>>>
“Whatever, its hard to debate insanity.”
Sounds like he’s projecting again.
>>>”YOU are not a writer,”>>>>
>>>Wow, trade libel.>>>
“Wow..the fucking TRUTH. Give me the ISBN number of your book so I can look it up….THOUGHT SO.”
Writing books and making money off them makes one a writer to most people.
>>>” ebooks are NOT remembered. Nor does anyone give a shit about chess.”>>>
>Nice slap in the face to millions of fans of THE game.>
“THE TRUTH”
His wish. Then again, chess is over his intellect, and signing his name beyond his bravery level.
>>>>Garry Kasparov did pretty well for himself, and one kid even had a movie made about him. Chess is a refined intellectual pursuit beyond this cockroach’s capabilities, however.>>>>
“Never heard of him nor has 99 percent of the people. Again show me where your current rating is active and 1900…..THOUGHT SO.”
Once rated, always rated.
>>>>(his goal is to bash me and try to convince others to purchase products from my competitors).>>>>
“WRONG….I’m a guy who got sick of your LIES years ago.”
He’s a guy who can’t even sign his name to his posts. Tsk.
“I know you REALLY HATE to have them pointed out to you…pussy.”
Oh how tough he talks when he knows he’ll never have to back up that mouth. Typical BMOG (beta male other guy).
>>>>Nice mouth!! There’s nothing to call out, as you’re too scared to even sign your name to your posts. REAL MEN aren’t afraid to do that.>>>>
“THOUGHT SO….PUSSY….COWARD…TWISTED LITTLE SHIT…MR. PERVERT.”
He won’t be so brave in court.
>>>Is that mouth you used to sound threatening to me the same one you HIT women with? >>>>
“Laughing…did you have a flashback to when your moms boyfreind made a BITCH out of you?”
Wow, he’s a big fan of domestic abuse. No shock there. No wonder he can’t sign his name. Now consider the gurus he praises for making him a “better man,” as if this type of man is “better.”
Fact is, I can smell a domestic abuser a mile away after having lived with one, and he has ALL the signs of it.
This is why he can’t handle scrutiny and is only brave when hiding behind his keyboard.
“Man you are such a pussy.”
He’s so tough when he doesn’t have to back it up. I’m impressed!
>>>>Guess it’s very easy for him to be tough when he can hide who he is and would never have to back up his mouth, but we already knew he was all mouth to begin with.>>>>
“Ray, if you want to meet me, just say so…I can take a few days off.”
Sure. Computer crims unit, 24th and Wolf, 1st floor. Philadelphia Police Department. Name the time and place.
>>>>296 is Major Depressive Disorder according to the DSV-IV, and I never said Mystery wasn’t bipolar (or even depressive). We do know from the game that he was suicidal (something about “life is too expensive”), so it would likely be one or the other.>>>
“Funny how M rose above his problems and made something of himself, where as you cannot!”
Mystery uses the money from his AFC students to fund a lifestyle that attracts women. One doesn’t “rise above” that type of personality. He’s a wannabe badboy who lacks the muscle to be an ACTUAL one anywhere beyond his mouth.
Mystery also DUCKED my stripclub challenge, like a typical COWARD, so that speaks for what type of man he is.
>>>>We also know from “The Game” that Mystery threatened a Reverend with a knife, and threatened to throw Herbal through plate glass after learning that Herbal had fucked Katya (so much for bros before hoes and managing expectations).>?>>>>
“We also Know from YOUR OWN WORDS that you have threatened children and women and familys….”
People get sued for lying like that. Was Style lying about Mystery?
“the fucking list goes on and on.”
The list of anonymous internet lies as opposed to firsthand accounts from a bestselling book.
If this is the “better man” that the gurus are teaching men to become, I hope the audience takes note of which gurus are teaching “NLPRapist” to behave this way. He is a reflection of these methods and their results.
The media IS watching, btw.
>>>”Fishing Ray?….ray is ALWAYS trying to discover personal info.”>>>>
>>>>Given how personal he tries to get with me, that’s a riot. I’m pointing out that nothing he says is verifiable in any way, and that men shouldn’t spend money based on internet props.< <<<<
"Oh really....well Ray, I can post links to YOUR OWN words, which back me up. Want me to post them here?????"
He better be sure those are my words and not some imposter's, lest he run afoul of the law. Style, on the other hand, gave a first-person account of what he saw Mystery doing.
>>>>”About you yes, because without the net you would have no life.”>>>>
>>>>He said as he clicked send while responding to my postings like white on rice. How amusing!>>>
“My posting times and history show I have a life, you on the other hand post 24 7 and everyone knowsss it.”
Tsk, another lie. He also posts often enough to show that the net is pretty damn important to him (he also has been fixated on me for years, it seems).
He wants credibility without scrutiny. Internet props!!
>>>>Either he’s goofing off a lot at his job, or this is his job. I’ll leave it to the audience to decide which.>>>>
“Bothers you doesn’t it. WHO ARE YOU that people would organize to silence….you are an idiot.”
Wow, NLP “Organize to silence you” in an embed. Given that he’s on record as knowing NLP, that smacks of more anticompetitive behavior.
Wonder whose payroll he’s on.
>>>>People just don’t like your fucking lies, and your threatening children…hiding behind your mommys skirt. How much is that sex change again?”
Notice how he has to lie repeatedly and even harass my family because I am so effective at dismantling the “guru game” (based on money and status from AFCs) that he’s literally in a panic.
One of his buddies has been threatening me by IM for about three weeks, and shit bricks when I pointed out to him where I was logged on from and how every word he said was neatly recorded by AOL.
He then said if push came to shove, he wouldn’t hestitate to point fingers against his bosses. I said he should be glad that his bosses don’t give polygraph exams to ensure that no one has thought of ratting them out, or he’d be quite fucked.
As for “NLPRapist,” he’s like every other cockroach and coward on here, only brave when he hides. This should also tell you how much of a man he isn’t.
Oh, and as for Lance, someone claiming to be his ex posted to another thread. Fascinating stuff!
That’s what all this crap is based on: BUYING WOMEN. Your only way of getting them, apparently. Just isn’t cool to call yourself a John.
Isn’t buying women how you got that STD?
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(he continues posting here like it’s his JOB).
Ray can’t accept the fact that I hate his lying and I’m amuzed by his total lack of skills in ANY AREA.
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That’s libelous, as I never said that. Not only that, but it’s bordering on harassment based on *perceived* sexual orientation, which happens to be a hate crime (anonymous harassment is also a crime).
ITS YOUR POST YOU SAID IT. Thats the trouble with you, you can’t keep your mouth shut.
Here it is, you posted it on some sick hypno board:
(I don’t rate myself but my style as done by Hellen works on
me enough to convince me briefly that I’m female and get me off).
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“Laughing, but YOU are the one that has NEVER EVER produced or even named a girlfreind…maybe we know why now….its a BOY!”
Good luck proving that in court.
Court?…laughing, I’m not going to waste my time taking your worthless ass to court…don’t flatter yourself.
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“Wow..the fucking TRUTH. Give me the ISBN number of your book so I can look it up….THOUGHT SO.”
Writing books and making money off them makes one a writer to most people.
Nope, just you.
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“THE TRUTH”
His wish. Then again, chess is over his intellect, and signing his name beyond his bravery level.
Sign your name I’ll sign mine…pussy
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Once rated, always rated.
Not according to the chess site.
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“WRONG….I’m a guy who got sick of your LIES years ago.”
He’s a guy who can’t even sign his name to his posts. Tsk.
Neither can you, coward.
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Oh how tough he talks when he knows he’ll never have to back up that mouth. Typical BMOG (beta male other guy).
DO YOU WANT TO MEET ME?????
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“THOUGHT SO….PUSSY….COWARD…TWISTED LITTLE SHIT…MR. PERVERT.”
He won’t be so brave in court.
i’M NOT GOING TO COURT…loser.
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“Laughing…did you have a flashback to when your moms boyfreind made a BITCH out of you?”
Wow, he’s a big fan of domestic abuse. No shock there. No wonder he can’t sign his name. Now consider the gurus he praises for making him a “better man,” as if this type of man is “better.”
NO, you say you are a MAN, but you let an elder man beat your ass…..sounds like you are a pussy.
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Fact is, I can smell a domestic abuser a mile away after having lived with one, and he has ALL the signs of it.
I know you know from first hand experence, maybe conseling might help you.
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“Man you are such a pussy.”
He’s so tough when he doesn’t have to back it up. I’m impressed!
DO YOU WANT TO MEET ME??/
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“Ray, if you want to meet me, just say so…I can take a few days off.”
Sure. Computer crims unit, 24th and Wolf, 1st floor. Philadelphia Police Department. Name the time and place.
LMAO…man you are such a PUSSY and a COWARD.
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“Funny how M rose above his problems and made something of himself, where as you cannot!”
Mystery uses the money from his AFC students to fund a lifestyle that attracts women. One doesn’t “rise above” that type of personality. He’s a wannabe badboy who lacks the muscle to be an ACTUAL one anywhere beyond his mouth.
Same old story, going on 6 years now, Ray can’t handle the money the REAL gurus make.
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Mystery also DUCKED my stripclub challenge, like a typical COWARD, so that speaks for what type of man he is.
LIE….YOU DUCKED AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT.
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“We also Know from YOUR OWN WORDS that you have threatened children and women and familys….”
People get sued for lying like that. Was Style lying about Mystery?
I can PROVE it. What I can’t find it,I can get from the ES over at asf.
They’ll be happy to mail the cd’s of the posts you nuked.
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“the fucking list goes on and on.”
The list of anonymous internet lies as opposed to firsthand accounts from a bestselling book.
Has you idiot self ever thought that some of that is lieing to make the book entertaining?..idiot.
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If this is the “better man” that the gurus are teaching men to become, I hope the audience takes note of which gurus are teaching “NLPRapist” to behave this way. He is a reflection of these methods and their results.
The media IS watching, btw.
Laughing…sure they are, all the posts by the media that mentions your name is ALWAYS making fun of you. I can post them here.
Am I a better man than you?…any man is.
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“Oh really….well Ray, I can post links to YOUR OWN words, which back me up. Want me to post them here?????”
He better be sure those are my words and not some imposter’s, lest he run afoul of the law. Style, on the other hand, gave a first-person account of what he saw Mystery doing.
I have LOTS, AND ES has THEM ALL…snicker.
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Tsk, another lie. He also posts often enough to show that the net is pretty damn important to him (he also has been fixated on me for years, it seems).
So are alot of people, people got sick of your rants and lieing years ago….butt boy….woman wannabe.
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“Bothers you doesn’t it. WHO ARE YOU that people would organize to silence….you are an idiot.”
Wow, NLP “Organize to silence you” in an embed. Given that he’s on record as knowing NLP, that smacks of more anticompetitive behavior.
Lmao off, anyone that knows nlp can see there is no “embed” in that statement, just goes to show you lack of understanding in nlp…but what else is new.
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Wonder whose payroll he’s on.
Glad its not yours, I’d have to live with my mommy too. I WORK, you know…the thing you can’t do.
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Notice how he has to lie repeatedly and even harass my family because I am so effective at dismantling the “guru game” (based on money and status from AFCs) that he’s literally in a panic.
LOL…yeah I”m shaking over here..snicker. YOU are NOT EFFECTIVE IN ANYTHING…but pissing people off with your behaviour.
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One of his buddies has been threatening me by IM for about three weeks, and shit bricks when I pointed out to him where I was logged on from and how every word he said was neatly recorded by AOL.
NOT my buddy,you lier. AOL has kicked you from their network how many times now?
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He then said if push came to shove, he wouldn’t hestitate to point fingers against his bosses. I said he should be glad that his bosses don’t give polygraph exams to ensure that no one has thought of ratting them out, or he’d be quite fucked.
Who gives a shit about your im with another fruitcake?
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As for “NLPRapist,” he’s like every other cockroach and coward on here, only brave when he hides. This should also tell you how much of a man he isn’t.
Yawn….people have tried to meet ray over coffee, he always refuses. Hes SCAREDDDDDDDDDD
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Oh, and as for Lance, someone claiming to be his ex posted to another thread. Fascinating stuff!
Who gives a shit about one disgruntled woman. In seduction alot get pissed when you drop them, but you have no experence in that area.
Ray can you PROVE ANYTHING?
>>>>That’s what all this crap is based on: BUYING WOMEN. Your only way of getting them, apparently. Just isn’t cool to call yourself a John.>>>>
“Isn’t buying women how you got that STD?”
Is he asking or trying to present that as fact?
>>>(he continues posting here like it’s his JOB).>>>
“Ray can’t accept the fact that I hate his lying and I’m amuzed by his total lack of skills in ANY AREA.”
Again, note that he avoids scrutiny, in part because he wouldn’t sound the same if he admitted to being paid to do this (notice how he does this as if it were a marketing job).
>>>That’s libelous, as I never said that. Not only that, but it’s bordering on harassment based on *perceived* sexual orientation, which happens to be a hate crime (anonymous harassment is also a crime).>>>>
“ITS YOUR POST YOU SAID IT. Thats the trouble with you, you can’t keep your mouth shut.
Here it is, you posted it on some sick hypno board:
(I don’t rate myself but my style as done by Hellen works on
me enough to convince me briefly that I’m female and get me off).”
Putting a three-minute feminization routine into a hynosis recording for a profit motive does not make one bisexual, but fixating on something the way he is doing raises the question of whether or not he’s a closet case himself.
Many gay-bashers are closet homosexuals, after all.
>>>>>”Laughing, but YOU are the one that has NEVER EVER produced or even named a girlfreind…maybe we know why now….its a BOY!”>>>>
>>>Good luck proving that in court.>>>
“Court?…laughing, I’m not going to waste my time taking your worthless ass to court…don’t flatter yourself.”
Other way around. People do get sued for falsely imputing homosexuality on someone.
Good luck proving something like that in court.
>>>>>”Wow..the fucking TRUTH. Give me the ISBN number of your book so I can look it up….THOUGHT SO.”>>>>
>>>>Writing books and making money off them makes one a writer to most people.>>>
“Nope, just you.”
And lots of other authors.
>>>”THE TRUTH”>>>
>>>>His wish. Then again, chess is over his intellect, and signing his name beyond his bravery level.>>>>
“Sign your name I’ll sign mine…pussy”
One can learn my real name through the name I write under. That’s sufficient. “NLPRapist,” however, deliberately hides to avoid scrutiny.
He’s only brave when he can do this. Otherwise, he’s a dipshit.
>>>Once rated, always rated.>>>
“Not according to the chess site.”
My rating is still active. That’s to avoid sandbagging.
>>>”WRONG….I’m a guy who got sick of your LIES years ago.”>>>
>>>He’s a guy who can’t even sign his name to his posts. Tsk.>>>
“Neither can you, coward.”
I most definitely do identify myself. He can’t. He fears any kind of scrutiny.
>>>>Oh how tough he talks when he knows he’ll never have to back up that mouth. Typical BMOG (beta male other guy).>>>
“DO YOU WANT TO MEET ME?????”
Whatever for? Boy, he sure takes this internet seriously. It’s as if his JOB were at stake on his postings.
>>>>>”THOUGHT SO….PUSSY….COWARD…TWISTED LITTLE SHIT…MR. PERVERT.”>>>
Oh how tough he talks behind that monitor.
>>>He won’t be so brave in court.>>>
“i’M NOT GOING TO COURT…loser.”
Not yet, but subpoenas can fix that.
>>>>”Laughing…did you have a flashback to when your moms boyfreind made a BITCH out of you?”>>>>
>>>>>Wow, he’s a big fan of domestic abuse. No shock there. No wonder he can’t sign his name. Now consider the gurus he praises for making him a “better man,” as if this type of man is “better.”>>>>
“NO, you say you are a MAN, but you let an elder man beat your ass…..sounds like you are a pussy.”
Well, when one is a teenager and doesn’t have anywhere to go, it’s not as easy to “be a man” in that sense, it is true. Soon as I turned 18 I got out of there. The day after, in fact. Like any REAL MAN would.
Also, like a REAL MAN, I took beatings that otherwise would have gone to mom. Wonder if he’d have been so brave. Oh wait, he talks like a domestic abuser himself. I forgot which side he roots for in cases like that.
>>>Fact is, I can smell a domestic abuser a mile away after having lived with one, and he has ALL the signs of it.>>>
“I know you know from first hand experence, maybe conseling might help you.”
To him the internet is “firsthand experience.” Says a lot about his life structure.
>>>”Man you are such a pussy.”>>>
>>>He’s so tough when he doesn’t have to back it up. I’m impressed!>>>>
“DO YOU WANT TO MEET ME??/”
Let’s find out who he is before we even get to that. He’s not even man enough to reveal that much, and now he wants to meet. Snicker.
>>>>”Ray, if you want to meet me, just say so…I can take a few days off.”>>>>>
>>>>Sure. Computer crims unit, 24th and Wolf, 1st floor. Philadelphia Police Department. Name the time and place.>>>
“LMAO…man you are such a PUSSY and a COWARD.”
Said the COWARD who can’t even sign his name to his postings.
>>>>”Funny how M rose above his problems and made something of himself, where as you cannot!”>>>>
>>>>Mystery uses the money from his AFC students to fund a lifestyle that attracts women. One doesn’t “rise above” that type of personality. He’s a wannabe badboy who lacks the muscle to be an ACTUAL one anywhere beyond his mouth.>>>>
“Same old story, going on 6 years now, Ray can’t handle the money the REAL gurus make.”
Money is money, but don’t call it game. Mystery gets women with a lifestyle that is funded and propped up by his AFC students.
That speaks for itself.
>>>>Mystery also DUCKED my stripclub challenge, like a typical COWARD, so that speaks for what type of man he is.>>>
“LIE….YOU DUCKED AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT.”
Mysery tried to change the format. Small wonder, as he wouldn’t do too well in a strip club trying to explain his views on not tipping and not spending, or how dancers fuck customers.
>>>”We also Know from YOUR OWN WORDS that you have threatened children and women and familys….”>>>
>>>>People get sued for lying like that. Was Style lying about Mystery?>>>>
“I can PROVE it. What I can’t find it,I can get from the ES over at asf. They’ll be happy to mail the cd’s of the posts you nuked.”
He assumes they were MY posts and not someone impersonating me, as happened a lot. For all we know, he was the one impersonating me. Burden of proof would be on him, and internet printouts don’t cut it. (obviously if I had ever done that the police would have been involved).
Style, on the other hand, wrote about what he SAW Mystery do, not what he read about on the internet.
>>>”the fucking list goes on and on.”
>>>>The list of anonymous internet lies as opposed to firsthand accounts from a bestselling book.>>
“Has you idiot self ever thought that some of that is lieing to make the book entertaining?..idiot.”
Is he calling Style a liar now? Tsk. He said it really happened.
>>>If this is the “better man” that the gurus are teaching men to become, I hope the audience takes note of which gurus are teaching “NLPRapist” to behave this way. He is a reflection of these methods and their results. The media IS watching, btw.>>>>
“Laughing…sure they are, all the posts by the media that mentions your name is ALWAYS making fun of you. I can post them here.”
The media follows up on those they cover, anytime they find new information.
>>>>Am I a better man than you?…any man is.>>>>
He can be anything he wants to be anonymously.
>>>”Oh really….well Ray, I can post links to YOUR OWN words, which back me up. Want me to post them here?????”>>>>
>>>>He better be sure those are my words and not some imposter’s, lest he run afoul of the law. Style, on the other hand, gave a first-person account of what he saw Mystery doing.>>>>
“I have LOTS, AND ES has THEM ALL…snicker.”
He doesn’t understand the concept of “hearsay.” I suspect when he does wind up sued, he will.
He’s also referring to someone who has threatened me multiple times with violence. Perhaps he’s trying to intidmiate and harass me further that way.
>>>Tsk, another lie. He also posts often enough to show that the net is pretty damn important to him (he also has been fixated on me for years, it seems).>>>
>>>So are alot of people, people got sick of your rants and lieing years ago….butt boy….woman wannabe.>>>
“people” with commercial interests got sick of having to answer tough questions, so they run to censored environments.
Mysery even bailed out of here rather than try to debate me. The boy knows better.
>>>”Bothers you doesn’t it. WHO ARE YOU that people would organize to silence….you are an idiot.”>>>
>>>>Wow, NLP “Organize to silence you” in an embed. Given that he’s on record as knowing NLP, that smacks of more anticompetitive behavior.>>>
“Lmao off, anyone that knows nlp can see there is no “embed” in that statement, just goes to show you lack of understanding in nlp…but what else is new.”
I could easily find an expert witness in NLP who would back up what I said.
>>>Wonder whose payroll he’s on.>>>
“Glad its not yours, I’d have to live with my mommy too. I WORK, you know…the thing you can’t do.”
Wow, more libel. Seems to be all he has these days.
>>>>>Notice how he has to lie repeatedly and even harass my family because I am so effective at dismantling the “guru game” (based on money and status from AFCs) that he’s literally in a panic.>>>>
“LOL…yeah I”m shaking over here..snicker. YOU are NOT EFFECTIVE IN ANYTHING…but pissing people off with your behaviour.”
Now he has MPD, or must, as he thinks he speaks for anyone but him.
Now you see why he has to hide: if he didn’t hide, his commercial ties would be revealed.
>>>>One of his buddies has been threatening me by IM for about three weeks, and shit bricks when I pointed out to him where I was logged on from and how every word he said was neatly recorded by AOL.>>>>
>>>>NOT my buddy,you lier. AOL has kicked you from their network how many times now?>>>
My profile says “Member since June 2003.”
>>>He then said if push came to shove, he wouldn’t hestitate to point fingers against his bosses. I said he should be glad that his bosses don’t give polygraph exams to ensure that no one has thought of ratting them out, or he’d be quite fucked.>>>>
>>>Who gives a shit about your im with another fruitcake?>>>
The “fruitcake” in question revealed a lot of information about the shills around these parts, and he specifically named NLPRapist as a shill. I explained to him how he was being set up to take the fall for those he works for. Let’s just say he’s had a lot of second thoughts about what he’s doing.
Of course, this is why “NLPRapist” won’t reveal who he is. He’d not be able to do “stealth marketing” that way.
>>>As for “NLPRapist,” he’s like every other cockroach and coward on here, only brave when he hides. This should also tell you how much of a man he isn’t.>>>>
“Yawn….people have tried to meet ray over coffee, he always refuses. Hes SCAREDDDDDDDDDD”
Gee, he’s referencing even more physical threats against me (which accompanied the “invitations.”).
He’s too afraid to harass me himself, so now he’s doing it vicariously through third parties.
Tsk.
Folks, don’t buy any products on the basis of “internet props” or internet bashing. If the gurus know they will be punished for hiring these shills, it’ll stop.
>>>>Oh, and as for Lance, someone claiming to be his ex posted to another thread. Fascinating stuff!>>>>
“Who gives a shit about one disgruntled woman.”
People who believe the gurus who say they “leave them better than when they found them,” for one. Funny how someone who claims to love women so much is so quick to bash a woman who has the nerve to bash a guru. I would think an ex-girlfriend is a pretty reliable source, in fact.
“In seduction alot get pissed when you drop them, but you have no experence in that area.”
They get pissed if they were lied to and played, and since I don’t lie to or play women, I wouldn’t have experience with that type of blowback.
That’s one of the reasons I run a more direct, honest game than the typical PUA.
MLTR = SLUT
>>>Ray can you PROVE ANYTHING?>>>
More than he ever can.
“Ray can’t accept the fact that I hate his lying and I’m amuzed by his total lack of skills in ANY AREA.”
Again, note that he avoids scrutiny, in part because he wouldn’t sound the same if he admitted to being paid to do this (notice how he does this as if it were a marketing job).
I’m not being paid to do this..grow up you idiot,.
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Putting a three-minute feminization routine into a hynosis recording for a profit motive does not make one bisexual, but fixating on something the way he is doing raises the question of whether or not he’s a closet case himself.
No thats not it, you are trying to dodge your own words. Whats it like ray, to have to lie about the very things you say?
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“Court?…laughing, I’m not going to waste my time taking your worthless ass to court…don’t flatter yourself.”
Other way around. People do get sued for falsely imputing homosexuality on someone.
I can’t help it that you can’t decide how you want to”get off”…lmao…sicko.
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“Sign your name I’ll sign mine…pussy”
One can learn my real name through the name I write under. That’s sufficient. “NLPRapist,” however, deliberately hides to avoid scrutiny.
No its not, we know why you will not sign your real name, don’t we.
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“Not according to the chess site.”
My rating is still active. That’s to avoid sandbagging.
Prove it, the site says it has epired….thats mean you would have to get re-rated and we all know you would not dare to do that.
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>>>>>”THOUGHT SO….PUSSY….COWARD…TWISTED LITTLE SHIT…MR. PERVERT.”>>>
Oh how tough he talks behind that monitor.
Yawn
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>>>He won’t be so brave in court.>>>
“i’M NOT GOING TO COURT…loser.”
Not yet, but subpoenas can fix that.
Yeah yeah, blow it out your ass. We all know youR suits gets the DISMISSED STAMP.
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“NO, you say you are a MAN, but you let an elder man beat your ass…..sounds like you are a pussy.”
Well, when one is a teenager and doesn’t have anywhere to go, it’s not as easy to “be a man” in that sense, it is true. Soon as I turned 18 I got out of there. The day after, in fact. Like any REAL MAN would.
iN OTHER WORDS YOU COULD NOT STAND UP FOR YOURSELF. scared
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Also, like a REAL MAN, I took beatings that otherwise would have gone to mom. Wonder if he’d have been so brave. Oh wait, he talks like a domestic abuser himself. I forgot which side he roots for in cases like that.
INTERNET PROPS
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“Same old story, going on 6 years now, Ray can’t handle the money the REAL gurus make.”
Money is money, but don’t call it game. Mystery gets women with a lifestyle that is funded and propped up by his AFC students.
That speaks for itself.
liKE i SAID.
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“LIE….YOU DUCKED AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT.”
Mysery tried to change the format. Small wonder, as he wouldn’t do too well in a strip club trying to explain his views on not tipping and not spending, or how dancers fuck customers.
LMAO…ray you tried to change it….jezzz.
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“I can PROVE it. What I can’t find it,I can get from the ES over at asf. They’ll be happy to mail the cd’s of the posts you nuked.”
He assumes they were MY posts and not someone impersonating me, as happened a lot. For all we know, he was the one impersonating me. Burden of proof would be on him, and internet printouts don’t cut it. (obviously if I had ever done that the police would have been involved).
Yeah you wish, ip’s and other header info, matches, you always try this…someone else wrote it mommy.
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“Has you idiot self ever thought that some of that is lieing to make the book entertaining?..idiot.”
Is he calling Style a liar now? Tsk. He said it really happened.
Grow up..little boy.
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>>>”Oh really….well Ray, I can post links to YOUR OWN words, which back me up. Want me to post them here?????”>>>>
>>>>He better be sure those are my words and not some imposter’s, lest he run afoul of the law. Style, on the other hand, gave a first-person account of what he saw Mystery doing.>>>>
Here we go with the imposter bit….right out of a comic book.
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“I have LOTS, AND ES has THEM ALL…snicker.”
He doesn’t understand the concept of “hearsay.” I suspect when he does wind up sued, he will.
Blow it out your ass, you aren’t going to sue anyone.
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Mysery even bailed out of here rather than try to debate me. The boy knows better.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH
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“Lmao off, anyone that knows nlp can see there is no “embed” in that statement, just goes to show you lack of understanding in nlp…but what else is new.”
I could easily find an expert witness in NLP who would back up what I said.
pLEASE DO….BY ALL MEANS…IDIOT.
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“Glad its not yours, I’d have to live with my mommy too. I WORK, you know…the thing you can’t do.”
Wow, more libel. Seems to be all he has these days.
yAWN…AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE
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Now you see why he has to hide: if he didn’t hide, his commercial ties would be revealed.
YEAH YEAH….shaking head.
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>>>>NOT my buddy,you lier. AOL has kicked you from their network how many times now?>>>
My profile says “Member since June 2003.”
Oh, maybe I should post the over 100 names you have gone by.
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>>>Who gives a shit about your im with another fruitcake?>>>
The “fruitcake” in question revealed a lot of information about the shills around these parts, and he specifically named NLPRapist as a shill. I explained to him how he was being set up to take the fall for those he works for. Let’s just say he’s had a lot of second thoughts about what he’s doing.
LAMO…hahahahahahaahaahahahaahahahaahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaahaahahahahahaahahahahahahahh……damn you are such a lier.
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“Yawn….people have tried to meet ray over coffee, he always refuses. Hes SCAREDDDDDDDDDD”
Gee, he’s referencing even more physical threats against me (which accompanied the “invitations.”).
WE all know the pussy you are.
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“Who gives a shit about one disgruntled woman.”
People who believe the gurus who say they “leave them better than when they found them,” for one. Funny how someone who claims to love women so much is so quick to bash a woman who has the nerve to bash a guru. I would think an ex-girlfriend is a pretty reliable source, in fact.
Yawn…twist and turn….lie and cheat….
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They get pissed if they were lied to and played, and since I don’t lie to or play women, I wouldn’t have experience with that type of blowback.
LMAO..ray doesn’t lie…..oh god, my sides are splitting.
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That’s one of the reasons I run a more direct, honest game than the typical PUA.
MLTR = SLUT
YOU HAVE NO GAME….LOSER!!!!!
> When was the HIV test?
I wear a condom Ray. Try it; it’s the best way to lower your chances of getting an STD. Excluding abstinence of course, which I don’t consider an option for me.
>> “My Background: Forty-Seven years old, presently unemployed, live in a small apartment (sans mother), in Silicon Valley, California. USCF chess rating 1920, twenty points higher that Ray Gordon’s.
> Chess players are generally artistic types who can do well with that (that’s one of the things I have going for me as well).
Come on Ray, 99% of chess players have no clue how to act around women. You should know this since you’ve played in chess tournaments. I play chess at a coffee shop where about twenty regular chess players play. NONE of them date women. I tried to introduce some of them to mASF, etc. so they can learn but, for the most part, they are social idiots. I do not say this in a disparaging way because they are my friends, but it’s a fact. Capablanca is the only chess player I can think of who was good with the ladies.
> Of course, he doesn’t explain how he pays his rent being “unemployed.”
I have a little savings.
> He also could be telling stories about his “potential” to compensate for lack of money.
Ever hear of the concept DHV?
> A major problem with “internet props.” His story is good to learn from, nonetheless, but be careful not to spend money based on stuff like this.
I agree to a point. You can learn most of this stuff on the internet. But, I have to say, that the DYD Advanced Series and ebook helped me tremendously. This is not a plug for DYD Ray so don’t bother accusing me of such.
>> “The Meet: I often go to a pizza restaurant
> Which restaurant was this?
Ray, women respect a man who fucks and doesn’t tell. Therefore, I would never reveal where she works. I posted this for others to learn, although I admit that it’s not too detailed.
> Or are we supposed to believe “internet props.
Ray, I don’t care if you believe my LR. Most people can tell if a LR is real or not.
> Guys, make sure you don’t spend money on something based on things you can’t verify.
What am I endorsing?
>> “I go to the restaurant a week later to drink and play chess again. We flirt.
> The chess gimmick! I wrote about this in my first book.
Ray, according to The Oxford Companion To Chess, the earliest evidence of a form of chess is around AD 600. Chess players would be EXTINCT if they had to wait for you to “invent” The Chess Gimmick.
Good plug for your first book though.
I didn’t attract her with chess. I was out having FUN with my buddies. I was the leader of the group, etc. Basic stuff.
> Well the woman definitely isn’t LTR material, unless you think family life should also be combat.
I don’t understand this comment.
> So he laid his hands on her to see if she was receptive to kino. I wrote about “early kino” in my second book (1999) as a timesaver. If she had rejected the kino, he could have avoided wasting his time.
I believe the Neanderthal man used kino.
Another good plug for your book though.
Remember guys, there’s no need to spend money to learn this stuff, right Ray?
> You see, “game” would involve fucking her on the roof on a warm summer night if you had roommates. Or just going to her place.
Fuck game, I do what works. And why should I go out and get roommates? I prefer living alone.
> In my area, however, it pays not to keep long-term leases, as sublets are VERY cheap during the summer, and even year-round because of the large number of medical schools in the area.
Ray, this in not a real estate chat board.
> The silicon valley area is pretty expensive, so a guy who can afford to live there will trigger a gold-digger switch or two.
No shit. There are tons of gold diggers here. The average engineer makes over 100K in Silicon Valley. And most aren’t even getting laid. LOL. Shit, most of these guys don’t even know how to approach a woman. To make matters worse, there are many more men than women here. That’s why San Jose is referred to as “Man Jose.” But, those gold diggers want to get laid. That’s where I, and other guys with “game” come in.
Ray, Silicon Valley pretty much proves that your “Rich Guy Gets Laid: Film at 11” belief is bullshit.
> I’m rated 1900 not because I busted my ass to get there, but because the class prizes for under-2000 are the same as for under-2200 and under-2400. Most players won’t leave a class without a big check as a result.
That’s known as ‘sandbagging.” Losers sandbag because that don’t have the drive and/or self-confidence to get better.
>> “I don’t want to play chess (too logical) but it gives her plausible deniability to stay a little longer in my apartment. We play a quick game that lasts about five minutes. She wants to play another (I want to get things “rolling”). I say Okay, but every time I take one of her pieces she has to give me a kiss. (Truffaut chess piece kiss gambit. LOL). I checkmate her in about eight moves.”
> She had to have underlying attraction for that to occur. What was said to cause the underlying attraction?
It’s not WHAT was said, it was HOW I acted. I was confident, I lead, I agreed with her ASD comments, etc.
> If she didn’t want to appear easy, she wouldn’t be fucking a guy she met same day.
Not true Ray. Geez, with that comment I really have to wonder if you get laid. This is BASIC stuff. She WANTS to FUCK me the FIRST day, I MAKE IT APPEAR THAT SHE ISN’T EASY. Remember that Ray; it will probably be the best advice I give in this post.
My gift to you Ray – NO CHARGE!!
> The STD risks here are obvious, or is “hey baby, I’m clean” the new safe sex?
Again, use a condom. Basic knowledge Ray (for those who get laid).
> Foreign women generally don’t count as “game” for an American
LOL. Since when? Why not enjoy foreign women? It’s like drinking different fine wines. Variety is the spice of life.
>> it’s not a good idea to bring any women home anyhow, since many women (especially sluts who fuck guys they just met) will have their male friends rob the place when they are out with the guy.
You have to screen by considering the woman’s character and take your chances. I prefer to do the deed at their place so I can leave whenever I want. In this case her daughter was visiting so that wasn’t possible.
> You’re preaching to the choir. I talk about massage as a gimmick in my first book as well.
Ray Gordon invents The Chess Gimmick, kino, and massage: Film at 11
> So what happens if another guy games her the same way tomorrow, and the day after that, and so forth?” Will all those men FAIL with these methods or will you have fucked an easily gameable slut?
Who the fuck cares? I can’t predict the future.
> Not that he’s even verified that he got laid, since we have no idea who he even is.
> That’s the problem with “internet props.”
Ray I hope you just cut and paste this rather than type it out in all you posts. You’ll save a lot of time that way.
> Now, by contrast, I could publish an entire chess game I played and explain what I did in a way that is completely verifiable.
Ray, you said that you’ve beat a few grandmasters and I asked you to post the games, but you haven’t. See the problem?
> Also note that this man is recommending a rather expensive commercial product, yet doesn’t even verify that this “lay” actually occurred.
I didn’t recommend that anyone buy a product and I don’t film my lays.
> Single moms tend to be very fucked up and most men with options won’t even talk to them, let alone fuck them
Not in my experience. Single moms are great fucks.
Truffaut
Great post man. Us old guys do alot better than most men think. As for Ray…well…lol…what does he know..:)
NlpRapist wrote:
> Truffaut
> Great post man.
Thanks for the internet props!
> Us old guys do a lot better than most men think.
My sex life is improving every year like fine wine.
Oh man… this has really been great… I mean shit!!
Ray Gordon quoting “The Game” like scripture… and Truffant and NlpRapist making fun of Ray.
I gotta give you two credit… you’re able to keep up with responding to a MENTALLY ILL man who LIVES for this!! Most people who have given up on him by now and just hoped he’d die some sort of sudden death… but you guys are putting in the time and effort to drive him to the suicide that we’ve all been hoping would occur for years and years and years.
Internet props!
but you guys are putting in the time and effort to drive him to the suicide that we’ve all been hoping would occur for years and years and years.
Lmao…Clown, thanks for the belly laugh so early in the morning..:)
He did threaten suicide once, but we all knew he would not do it.
Truffant and NLPRapist have been outed as paid shills by the same person who threatened to have a hit put out on me if I kept posting here.
I should put the screenshots on my website to let people know what’s really going on here.
>>> Us old guys do a lot better than most men think.>>>>
“My sex life is improving every year like fine wine.”
He can be anything he wants on the internet…even a paid shill.
(I mean, how many women bother to interrupt a pickup by asking a guy if he lives alone — note he fucked her at her place anyway — and not many pizza shops have waitresses).
Truffant and NLPRapist have been outed as paid shills by the same person who threatened to have a hit put out on me if I kept posting here.
LMAO….put a hit on you, damn you watch too much TV.RAY!!, you are NOBODY. People don’t put hits on NOBODIES.
Paid shills, this is ray method to try to discredit people who stand up to his lies.
You are such an idiot.
Tell me, did you become a woman again last night to get yourself off?….you are such a sicko.
QUOTE from RAY: I don’t rate myself but my style as done by Hellen works on
me enough to convince me briefly that I’m female and get me off).
Sick man you are Ray. There is no need for paid shills when you manage to destroy your rep all by yourself….if you ever had one.
Do you REALLY dance in front of the mirror like that buffalo bill charactor?….laughing.
I should put the screenshots on my website to let people know what’s really going on here.
Whatever, did you spend ALL night trying to make a convincing IM?…post it here..you sick twisted old man.
(I mean, how many women bother to interrupt a pickup by asking a guy if he lives alone — note he fucked her at her place anyway — and not many pizza shops have waitresses).
Again Ray exposes his inability to understand the female mind.
I have had women ask me hundreds of times if I live alone….its one of the last things you hear before you stick it in..lol.
Bullshit, Pizza Hut and a dozen others have waitresses, you dumbass…what Ray is after here is the name of the pizza place and its location so he can call and harass this woman.
I’ve seen him do it over and over, what kind of twisted fuck does a thing like that?????
So he fucked her at her place…so fucking what????
Can you guys believe this guy?
He is 40 years old, and thinks people have a contract on his life. Ray, you are straight out of a fucking comic book.
Do you REALLY believe this? Do you think anyone else does?
Cause if you do you need help buddy, you are becoming paranoid and delusional.
This dumbass thinks there is a seduction cartel…can you imagine being a judge and hearing this?
Now there is a contract out on him..LMAO.
Ray you need to come to grips with this, no one gives a shit about you, you are not a threat to anyone in any manner shape or form. People are not paid to attack you on the net.
You simply have no product, no understanding of seduction. People attack you because you are a liar and an idiot.
All these young guys want is to learn how to pu pretty women. And all you do is try to fuck it up for them.
Go away, leave them alone. Can’t you see that they DO NOT want your dumb advice.
Stop pissing everyone off and go get a job. Work for a living, get out and meet people.
STOP trying to fuck up what these men are trying to achieve. Just because you can’t do what they can shouldn’t be a reason for your envy to turn into spite and hate.
Take some time, try to learn how to PU. It takes most guys years to become great, so be patience.
Then come back with a good attitude and share what you have learned.
Get on medication if you have to,seek therapy.
>> I gotta give you two credit… you’re able to keep up with responding to a MENTALLY ILL man who LIVES for this!! Most people who have given up on him by now and just hoped he’d die some sort of sudden death… but you guys are putting in the time and effort to drive him to the suicide that we’ve all been hoping would occur for years and years and years.
Internet props!
_________________
Ray,
Be happy that I acknowledge your existence. I will have a job again soon and you will be a fading INTERNET memory.
Your internet friend,
Truffaut
Ray Gordon Lied ->>
>> Truffant and NLPRapist have been outed as paid shills by the same person who threatened to have a hit put out on me if I kept posting here.
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You mean I should be getting paid for this? Who do I see to pick up my check?
A bullet would be wasted on you.
Oh, this is funny.
While perusing the archives of an non-seduction related web-based forum I
recently joined, I happened across some posts from a guy calling himself
“RayGordon”. I checked the profile for this person, and sure enough there
was a link to Ray’s cybershit website, guaranteeing that it’s our very own
newskook who made these posts. Now get this: With absolutely no
interference from anyone related to any group on Usenet, Ray managed to get
himself banned from this forum IN LESS THAN ONE HOUR. Ray’s first post was
made at 1:04pm on April 4, 2004, and a note from one of the moderators
saying that Ray was banned was posted at 2:02pm on April 4, 2004.
Damn, everywhere Ray posts….BANNED
Ray Gordon wrote –> (Note how Ray Gordon’s questions expose his complete lack of understanding of women and pick-up. Yet he sells seduction material.)
>> I mean, how many women bother to interrupt a pickup by asking a guy if he lives alone.
The ones that are attracted to you do. Therefore Ray I can see why you don’t understand this (no real world experience.) And it’s not “interrupting a pickup,” it is the pickup.
>> note he fucked her at her place anyway –
Reread my post. I fucked her at my place. But who cares where I fucked her? Adapt and improvise.
Looky here,Ray harrasing an underage girl. And she backs up the story of Ray obsessed over that other gym girl…wasn’t she like 13 or 14 at the time?
Also he is inventing a “gym mafia” that is out to kill him…sound familar?
I know I never post here, and I probably never will again. But you
guys aren’t the only ones Ray harasses and I’m sure some of you are
aware of it and some of you aren’t (I see a few names that I
recognize).
Note: When Ray harasses you guys, at least he is harassing adults.
When he harasses us, he is harassing a newsgroup that has children and
young adults reading it.
For Ray, it’s not about seduction. It’s about power. Dominating women.
Sure it’s a turn on for men, but when they are children/teenagers, it
is illegal, and disturbing. He sits all day long in the AOL Gymnast
Chat trying to track down information on young gymnast Dominique
Moceanu, his biggest obsession. It’s impossible to have a
conversation with him about ANYTHING (the weather, football, mashed
potatoes) without him bringing her up. He claims there is a
“Gymnastics Mafia” after him, trying to kill him and his
“credibility”.
Facts:
Ray has threatened to
a) slash my face to “tiny bits and pieces”.
b) bash in my skull with a baseball bat.
c) inject me with HIV+ blood.
d) do me “OJ style”.
and many more.
At the time when he did this, I was 17 years old.
I am now 20. And he is still threatening to sue me. Claims I’m
“harming his business”, which to this day he claims is doing great.
Whatever.
Obviously those of you who are used to dealing with Gordon are not
surprised. But I do wonder what kind of credibility he has in this
group.
Any?
Melissa Pearson
Santa Clara, CA
>>> Us old guys do a lot better than most men think. >>>
>> “My sex life is improving every year like fine wine.”
Ray Gordon Replies –>
> He can be anything he wants on the internet…
Ray, I choose to be what I want in the REAL WORLD. Ray Gordon tries to be somebody in the INTERNET WORLD. See the difference?
Truffaut
Ray will try to make any lay report a person posts into a lie.
On field reports he will tell you how you did it all wrong.
He can’t handle the fact that men get laid using these methods, since he himself can not do it.
Ray Gordon:
>> Truffant and NLPRapist have been outed as paid shills by the same person who threatened to have a hit put out on me if I kept posting here.
>> I should put the screenshots on my website to let people know what’s really going on here.
Wow! You have a camera that can actually photograph your halucinations?
…..
Wait…
YOU HAVE A WEBSITE???
>> Ray will try to make any lay report a person posts into a lie.
Ray is his own worst enemy. His responses to my lay report show that he has NO understanding of women, dating, pick-up, or life. He therefore spends his days pecking at a keyboard, in his mommy’s house, living his demented dream.
Clown
Yes he has a website. He still uses frames..lol. One thing you can’t miss is the affiliate links. He has them in the center of each page. This is how he makes his money, from clicks on those links.
Very annoying being in your face and all, one can clearly see what is going on with it.
Mystery and all the other big names will NOT allow him to put links to their sites so he can make money off their sales, this pisses him off and is one of the reason for all the suing and rage.
Funny isn’t it, he hates our methods but he is more than happy to profit off them…I call that being a hypocrital asshole.
There is no honor to him, just lies.
Most men stand behind their beliefs and will not compromise, but here we have Ray, talking out his mouth and his ass…badmouthing our methods and then making money off them as well, not much of a man is he?