The Not So Beautiful Game Step 4: In Which our Narrator Talks about Himself

Step 4: Disarm the Obstacles.  Nothing has happened in these 50 pages, so we can all go home early today.  What’s the point of having a book structured in 12 steps if there isn’t enough content for so many sections?  Our filler fluff is surprisingly self-aggrandizing, since it’s all about how all the “gurus” of the pick up movement are now all competing to have Style.  Meanwhile, Style talks about how he is such the much better writer than all the other people online and includes an encomium ( which is supposedly by a person not Style) about how awesome Style is.  And incidentally, how not awesome other pick up artists are.  There are a few scathing descriptions of the people who are coming to workshops, and we have a complaint from Style that he became a pick up artist to meet women but the community is entirely men.  Shocking that.

Style also remarks on the tendency of the gurus of seduction to not want any of their students consulting any other gurus.  Somehow, this does not set off any internal alarms for Style, though an environment in which teachers are jealous of their followers and don’t want their followers having knowledge of any other source is a hallmark of toxic and/or religious environments.   Then Style decides he is done being a student and the next time he meets a guru of seduction, it will be on equal terms.  Since nothing in this book has made Style into a character of either sympathy or breathtaking interestingness, I really have no willingness left to care about his personal ambitions.

That said, what I learned from this section, out of the snippets of description of workshop and some seduction attempts from Style was:

  • Women who don’t talk to men aren’t necessarily bitches, they might be just shy. I love having as many as two options.
  • Women can automagically detect a situation when men are going through the motions and don’t have “inner game.”  I don’t actually know what that is, but I know I have a magic detector thingie for it.  So when Style is talking to women using the tricks he’s learned, but doesn’t think the tricks will work, and is startled when women respond in an interested manner, that totally doesn’t happen.  Or those women have a broken magic detector thingie.
  • Starting sentences with “a friend told me” will bypass a woman’s critical thinking capacities.  My critical thinking just isn’t up to figuring out why.  
  • Our intrepid narrator will try inviting himself to the hotel rooms of women he has met once, go straight to the bathroom and take a bath, and expect sex to somehow magically happen.  When sex does not happen (shocking, that), he compares himself to characters in Ulysses so he can wonder how he can be really smart yet fail to have sex magically happen.  Gentle readers, I completely don’t understand our narrator and why he thinks in the manner he does.  Granted, this could merely be because I don’t care much for Joyce and am therefore not deep, but I’m stuck on how he insists he is awkward about sex while being fixated on Joyce.  I mean, it’s Joyce.  As both Randall Munroe and Kate Beaton have pointed out, the man was rather into the sexy(?) talk.  Now if our Joyce obsessed narrator were to have, instead of The Game, come up with a Joyce-esque stream of conciousness novel about meta thoughts about sex and Joyce from the bathtub of his sexual frustration, that might be interesting.  He could title it Sexytimes in the Bathtub with James Joyce. I’d read it. 
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Elizabeth is a professional belly dancer, a flaky computer scientist, and a returned Peace Corps volunteer. She lives in Georgia (the state of the U.S., not the country) but is nonetheless somehow not a combination of stereotypes from Gone with the Wind and Deliverance. Her personal blog is Coffeefied. Operafied. Fluffified. Beglittered.

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