Wiz Hawkin's Guide to Getting It On

Haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been pretty busy. So instead of answering questions, which is temporarily dedicated to Fridays but open to every day, I am going to post a story, since I have nothing in my inbox.

This story is NOT mine, I repeat, NOT mine. It is a great example of direct game. Small recap: “Direct game” is when you are open about your intentions. Indirect game is like express, advanced dating. You break the ice, you get to know them, and before even going for anything sexual you build comfort, so instead of going on 5 dates with a girl, we’re in 2011, everything happens in a New York minute, so you compress several dates with a few hours of fun, or a few minutes if you want it that bad.

Here is the link to the story:

http://www.neilstrauss.com/the-game/direct-game

Unfortunately, without registering, you cannot get the full story, so here it is. Please don’t sue me Neil Strauss haha, I give you and the writer of this story full credit.

The Old Man at the Bar: A Direct Approach by George Rockwell

Kelly was one of the meanest women I knew. She was a very attractive rocker girl who rode a motorcycle and was covered with tattoos. She was used to being hit on and had no problems shutting guys down in some of the harshest ways I’ve seen. I enjoyed getting drunk with her and harassing people. Unfortunately, it was a Tuesday night and we ended up in some lame local spot with a terrible selection of beers.

When we approached the bar, we noticed a well-groomed older gentleman sitting alone. Right away, you could tell he had money. His outfit was clearly tailored, his watch was high-end, and his shoes were brand new. We stood next to him.

The bartender came over to him and asked if he wanted a drink. He ordered a very specific martini and said, “get one for her too.”

My friend, aggravated by the man’s sociable gesture responded, “No thanks, I can get my own.”

The guy looked her way and added, “Listen, you don’t have to talk to me, you don’t even have to drink it. I just had a great day and wanted to end it by buying a beautiful girl a drink.”

The bartender served his drink, and as Kelly took in his unexpected response, he knocked it back quickly with a smile on his face.

He stood up and began to put his coat on. “I’m about to leave anyway. Have a good night.”

She was taken back by his words and looked over to me for some sort of approval, then accepted the drink and said, “Wow, thanks. So what happened today?”

He continued putting on his jacket and without looking up at her said, “Don’t worry about it. Have a good time with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she quickly replied. “Tell me what happened.”

“Okay, but only if you drink the drink I bought you.”

She looked frustrated by his demand, and hesitantly replied, “fine.”

He began talking about how he’d made a bunch of money on some stock that he thought was going to ruin him. While he told the story he took his jacket off put it back on the bar and sat back down. He told the story in such detail and with such passion we both ate it up. The dude had skills.

After he finished his story she left for the bathroom.

I slid over to the stool next to him and said, “You win. That was awesome.”

I grilled him for a few minutes about being a player but he kept denying it.

The three of us chatted for about an hour before a few more women came in. I ran some game on them – specifically “the cube,” and had one of their numbers soon after. I figured if I could prove I had some skill he might open up and we could trade secrets.

It worked.  Once the girls left, he walked over and said, “That was good. Where’d you learn that? Are you a psychology student or something?”

We ended up sharing stories about our pick-ups until the bar closed. Kelly, who had known me since I was a teenager, joined in explaining the changes she saw me go through because of the seduction community. He loved the idea of men helping men to learn seduction, and told me, “Man, I’d be with supermodels right now if I had that kind of a resource when I was younger.”

Kelly and I left the bar right after last call. He never asked for her number, out of respect for me, I think. But I’m pretty sure he could have if he wanted to, because she did nothing but talk about how charming older men could be the whole ride home.