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The Mystery Method: How to Get Beautiful Women Into Bed

The Mystery Method: How to Get Beautiful Women Into Bed

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By Mystery with Chris Odom

1. Dating (social customs). 2. Mate selections. 3. Single women—Psychology. 4. Single men—Psychology.


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 2.00
 Pages
 238 p
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 1,572 KB
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 PDF format
 Foreword©
 2007 by Neil Strauss
 Copyright©   
 2007 by Mystery Method Corporation 

PREFACE
Nature will unapologetically weed your genes out of existence if
you don't take action and learn how to attract women now.
Do I have your attention?

Good, because attracting women is a serious matter. You agree with
this statement, or you wouldn't have picked up this book in the first
place. But just because it's a matter of life and death doesn't mean the
process of attracting women can't be superfun!

If you want to be a multimillionaire, you need a proven game plan
for accumulating wealth, right? If you want to look like an Adonis, you
need a proven game plan for sculpting your physique, too. Weil, what
if you want to have beautiful women, the kind you see in magazine
spreads and music videos, on your arm and in your bed? In that case,
the Mystery Method (MM) is your proven game plan for creating a
lifestyle filled with unlimited choices. I created it, and if you'll allow
me the privilege, I'll be your personal mentor to see that you learn it thoroughly.
It's no secret I've dated some of the most beautiful women in the
world, and for that I make no apologies (although physical beauty is
but one of many qualities I look for in a female companion). Now, I've
never thought of myself as a pickup artist, nor should you, but it was
always flattering to have friends ask me how I acquired such stunning
girlfriends. So, informally, I began to teach them my secret of attrac
tion. Armed with this knowledge, soon they, too, had beautiful girlfriends.
May the Venusian arts enrich your life, not define it.
MYSTERY
Over the years, these informal discussions with friends evolved into
dynamic seminars and action-packed workshops conducted "in the
field." I literally brought men into nightclubs and other social settings
and trained them on the spot in how to systematically approach and
attract women. I personally have helped thousands of men all over the
world learn what their dads never taught them.

That is why I am privileged to share with you more than ten years of
experience in the science of social dynamics and the art of the coldapproach
pickup. My goal with the Mystery Method is to accelerate
your learning curve dramatically, saving you years of painful frustration
and loneliness in the process.
Seek the path to Venusian arts mastery.
Love,
Mystery
mystery@themysterymethod.com

P.S. Make sure to check out my concluding letter on page 209 for details
on how to best use this book to achieve the lifestyle with beautiful
women that you want. Also, be sure to check out our companion Web

FOREWORD
Hey man."
That's how it always begins. And then he will say, in return,
"Hey, man."
And then one of us will say, "I'm tired."
And the other will say, "I don't feel like going out today."
"Neither do I."
That's how it always begins—with feet, minds, hearts dragging.
That's never how it ends.
"We'll just go get some food."
"Okay, just something quick. I'm really tired."
"We've covered that already."
"And I look like shit."
"I noticed."
"Shut up." Playful punch to the arm.
Pull in to the parking lot. It is sushi night. Every night is sushi night.
Two women walk past, probably college students. We try not to notice,
but the smell of peach-scented moisturizer lingers in the air after
them. It is too much for us. It sends us over the edge.
A smile creeps over his lips, color rises to his cheeks, his eyes begin
to glitter mischievously.
"Is that your set or mine?" he asks.
"I thought we weren't going to sarge tonight."
"I know. But look at them. You're Style. Fucking Style, man! What
would the boys say if you just let them go like that?"
"Yeah, but you're Mystery. You invented this shit. Let's see your stuff.
Let's see if you still have it."
They disappear into a Chinese restaurant.
"Oh well, they're gone. Let's go get some sushi."
"This is even better. Now they're not moving targets."
"Okay, fine. I'll do this quickly—for you, Fucker."
'I'll be there in a few, to wing you."
One of us begins the slow, reluctant, weary trudge into the Chinese
restaurant. He pretends as if he's walking to the bathroom, then suddeuly
pivots as he starts to pass the table with the girls. Deep breath.
Smile. Head turns back over shoulder. Now it is time—time to toss a
casual, offhand question their way, any of a number you can read
about in this book.
The women respond with middling interest. This is to be expected.
It is part of the game.
The next part is to pretend to leave but then, as an afterthought,
make a small observation or comment or question. They take the bait.
They always do. Now it is time to hook them—with the personality
we've carefully cultivated, with the illusions we've spent months refining,
with any of a number of other techniques that also lie in these
pages—our master plan, now your master plan.
Hooked. They are hooked. Not like fish, but like new friends. This is
the moment; this is what the game is all about. This is the high you get
when these two complete strangers who you've approached don't want
you to leave.
That's when the other will come in from outside, feigning innocence.
Accomplishment intro him before he reaches the table. They
approve. He introduces himself, displaying that winning personality
cobbled from thousands of approaches. We sit down with them at the
table, but only for a moment, we explain. The time constraint is key.
We use it liberally.
It seems we are having Chinese tonight. Our meals are not ours to
determine. We must go with the flow, the flow of peach moisturizer or
fall-leaves perfume or vanilla talcum powder or rose-petal conditioner.
This is what we do. This is what we must do. We are not just
men, we are Venusian artists. It is our calling. These sweet-smelling
beings are bored. They need adventure. They need our sparkling
personalities and pre-scripted value demonstrations and comfortbuilding
routines and last-minute-resistance stories and dualinduction
massages and secret-spot orgasm techniques. We need their
feminine energy. It's our gasoline.
No, we are not tired anymore. We are fully awake. Wide awake and
in the game. This is life. This is living. This is what we were put on this
earth for, making these two girls laugh. It is music from heaven. And
learning to make that music is what this book is about.
We leave with phone numbers pressed into our palms.
At least that's what happened this time, because it's a true story. The
most recent one. In the old days, we would have invited them out that
night with us or at least followed up and called them. But now we are
too busy. Our lives are already full of intrigues. We make them complicated
on purpose. We see how ridiculous we can get—how far we
can push the line of what is socially acceptable, sexually possible, romantically
inconceivable. We enjoy the drama. We don't always enjoy
the consequences. But we survive them to live and love another day.
Our lives weren't always like this. They were once free of consequences,
free of drama, free of love, and free of women. But we weren't
free. We were a slave to our desire, to the knowledge that there were
guys out there who had dates and girlfriends and fun. We didn't. We
watched them. We tried to figure out what they had and we didn't.
People yearn to be creative. They think that this means they must go
into acting, writing, visual art, or music. But there are other arts.
Cooking can be an art. So can boxing. Mystery's is social dynamics. He
can play a room like Eric Clapton can play a guitar. Not like Jimi Hendrix,
but like Eric Clapton.
When I learned this art, I studied at the feet of the masters. When
Mystery learned it, he didn't know about masters. He didn't know
there was an art. It was pure. He studied human behavior. For years.
Until slowly he put it together. The charts. The diagrams. The algorithms.
The technical terms. Every day, he wrapped his head around
the puzzle of social interaction. Until he put together every piece. Elegantly
Neatly. Like Eric Clapton. And I don't even listen to Eric Clapton
anymore. I think he's sometimes overrated. Mystery's not. Not yet.
He will be one day, when pickup becomes the new workout and
pumping emotions the new pumping iron.
Watching him work was the day my life changed, the day that I realized
that the disease of loneliness had a cure.
That cure is the Mystery Method.
Welcome to your new lifestyle. Are you tired yet?
—Neil Strauss

Table of Contents

Foreword by Neil Strauss ix
Preface xiii

1. The Mystery Behind Casanova 1
2. The Ultimate Purpose of Life 10
3. Rewiring Her Attraction Circuitry 24
4. Rules and Structure of the Game 39
5. A1: Open 68
6. A2: Female-to-Male Interest 88
7. A3: Male-to-Female Interest 126
8. Conversation 159
9. Mid-Game and End-Game 183

Conclusion 207
A Bonus Letter from Mystery 209
Glossary 211


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