Rock Solid Game

Hi. I am Jimmy, welcome to my pages. Where to start?

Something we always ask in seminars is – how did you get involved in game. We get a standard reply, I read the book. Others have different routes in, many are practiced PUAs who want to get some more intensive 1:1 time. But  either way, we always discuss our backgrounds. So here’s mine.

31st December 2006

It’s around 1300 in the afternoon. I am 28 years old. I am living in Wimbledon, South London, sharing a house with five other friends. I’ve heard nothing of game. Or pickup. I am reasonably successful with women.  I have dated 100s. I am reasonable happy but never met a girl I feel I could settle with. I rate myself as unsuccessful with women. It was always at the back of my mind. But not something I overtly cared about. I was never looking for a serious relationship, I dated casually and reguarlarly had someone new. I can’t remember how I’d meet girls. But they always chose me.  

 That afternoon I sat at my computer, working on some website. I was at that time playing in a band with my best friend, we’ll call him JC. I was playing bass, writing songs, doing some backing singing. My life was pretty much working at my job, an OK job in sales and playing in my band. We were getting to do some good gigs. We’d just finished a short spell in Italy and were about to do a festival somewhere in the UK.

JC was just returning to the house. He’d been on a trip to Australia. I’d been waiting for him to return. It was of course New Years Eve. We had no plans other than to just go into Clapham for some ad hoc drinks. We were more interested in planning things for the band. We were in the middle of recording an album.

JC told me about a book he read on the plane. ‘You have to read it, you’ll love it. It’s about these guys who are supposedly the best pick up artists in the world. I have been doing their things in Australia, let me show you the photos’.

And they were good. About 30 shots of JC and the boys with various beautiful girls. ‘It’s the book’ he said. ‘You have to read it’

Now I have to be honest. I wasn’t all that interested. The enthusiasm was largely coming from JC’s side. I was more bothered about the music. And getting ready to go out. The story of the Californian pick up artist was interesting. I resolved to read this magical at some point, but likely never would have.

We hot town, it was probably about 2100 as we arrived off the train in Clapham. We were already two bottles of red wine each in. On those days, you could still drink on public transport so we’d been polishing off on the way in. Spirits were high. We’d not discussed game at all over the last few hours. Just music and catching up. JC was admittedly my best friend. We’d been friends a long time. We fit well, a good team. We had each other back. All that would change over the next few months as game began to have a huge impact on my life. I had at that moment no idea how much of my old skin I was about to shed over the next 6 months and how irreversibly and profoundly my life would change.

In the first bar JC said to me ‘Go over to those girls. Ask them if they saw the fight outside’.

‘What fight’, I said.

‘It doesn’t matter. It’s just an opener. Just get them talking’.

‘That’s brilliant!’

I was 28. In all my years I never had worked out how to ‘open’ in a bar. It sounds crazy now. I basically used to just wait to get opened. I was lucky enough to be decent looking and play in a band. I was very good at comfort. I had no idea how to build attraction. I used to do it by just being entertaining and fun. I used to get picked, but had no idea how to actually go and pick someone fro myself.

So I ran the opener and as it hooked and the girls flooded around us, I was amazed. This is gold. This is fun!  

‘Now turn your back on them’,  JC ordered.

‘What!?’ I said, ‘we’re could pull here. Are you mad!’.

‘Just turn your back’.

So we did. We spoke of other things, I don’t know what. All I was thinking was that three or four girls, as cute as I’d ever met, were keen to talk and we were ignoring them. But I knew there must be method to this madness. After all the opener worked. I decided to see it out.

The girls hung around us. But it didn’t go any further. They eventually left, but after a while. I could tell they didn’t want to. I could tell we had their interest. I understood that we just didn’t really know what the next steps were. He had the open down, he knew the neg, the non needy. That was it.

I had to read that book.

For the rest of the night, I proceeded to get leathered. In one bar in Clapham I approached every single person in the bar, and asked ‘did you see the fight outside’. I’d then proceed to do what I did best. Talk nonsense crack jokes, say things to shock. I was massively popular. I was the crazy drunk guy, with a silly story. People were welcoming me into their groups. OK, girls weren’t overly keen to get intimate with me, but I was opening. I was choosing. And for now that was enough.

That night I met and number closed a cute little student. 21. I dated her for about a month. It was my introduction to game. A door had been opened. I had to find out more.