Listen, Mystery made enough of a name for himself getting ass and teaching other guys to do the same that it landed him his own TV show (VH1’s The Pickup Artist).
They run around Hollywood wearing weird clothes and insulting women until they finally give in and have sex with them. The book follows Strauss’s journey all the way from his first approach to his greatest successes.
He learns how to attract women from his new buddy Mystery, along with private lessons from the rest of the gurus in the field.
Meanwhile, I contracted syphilis just thinking about it.
But things finally begin to change after he pays a six foot five guy in black nail polish and a fuzzy hat 0 dollars to teach him how to get “hot babes”.
Whether it’s “negs” (backhanded compliments) or interpreting “IOIs” (indicators of interest or signs the girl likes you), he rapidly turns his haircut, style, and luck with women around Mystery, Style, and a small group of other pick-up artists eventually secure a mansion in the Hollywood hills where they spend the next few years living out their dreams of wild nights in the big city and hungover mornings sprawled on a random floor.
By the way, they’re all a bunch of (former) nerds, if you hadn’t already figured that out from all the acronyms and code speak.
The first thing I notice about The Game is the book’s black (imitation) leather cover and metallic gold lettering.It almost reminds me of the Bible, that’s if the holy book had gold-plated silhouettes of women posing suggestively on the front.The bald guy to their right is Neil Strauss or “Style”, as he likes to be called.He’s not only the book’s author, but its main character.
Anyways, enough about the packaging (who even reads physical books these days? The Game by Neil Strauss follows former Rolling Stones journalist Neil Strauss as he “penetrates” a group of pickup artists in the hopes of finally feeling the embrace of a warm vagina.He comes into the story as a perpetual failure with women, essentially a huge dork (or “AFC” in pick-up lingo) who reads and writes a lot to fill all the free time he has from not getting laid. Even touring and partying backstage with Motley Crue wasn’t enough for Strauss to bang a few drunken sluts.