mASF post by "Thundercat"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, September 9, 2003“Smoking... disgusts me.”
I looked up to see a man towering over me. He was tall, standing 6’5, wearing
what appeared to be a white, frilly shirt with flared cuffs fay enough to make
a gay man embarrassed to wear it in public. His eyes were lined with make-up,
and his long hair was pulled back under a fuzzy black woman’s headwrap, held to
his head by a pair of goggles. He looked like a flaming Russian hip-hop
pirate, as he stood there with an oversized fake cigar, pretending to smoke it.
This was my first introduction to Mystery.
I had been waiting in the Standard, a trendy hotel/restaurant/club in West
Hollywood off the Sunset Strip, since 7:45. The meeting was supposed to start
at 8:30. I passed the time by sipping some White Zinfandel by the pool,
chatting up various other patrons and the cute waitresses in the lavender go-go
outfits they all wear.
One by one, more people started to show up. Brothers from out of town who flew
in just to attend these workshops, and local bro’s I had not had the pleasure
of meeting before. In addition, other trainers were starting to show up, ready
to help Mystery handle this massive 12-man sausage fest -- most notably, Tyler
Durden, Papa, DW, and Maverick (or The One, as some like to call him).
Mystery of course, was the last to arrive.
We were all waiting outside by the pool, lounging around and chatting as he
walked up, ever ready to make his entrance. He was instantly on, as all
attention turned to him and his fake stogie.
After briefly ashing on my hand (a neg hit, as I was to discover later. I guess
I was being too Alpha and he had to take me down a notch ;-) he took his seat
and began to garner attention for his pre-outting workshop. Amid some of LA’s
hippest clientele, expensive food and drinks, and an abundance of gay people
who congregated for the happy hour the Standard sets aside for them every
Thursday, Mystery withdrew his laptop computer from his satchel with all the
flourish of a magician, which he is as well.
“One thing I want to do is show you who I am and where I come from, just as I
hope all of you will do the same with me. I think it’s important for you to
understand this, because even though we may not know each other now, over the
course of the next three days, we will become friends. And since I am also
teaching you, you have a right to know as much about me as possible. Now
gather around children…”
With the eagerness of a pet rushing up to its master as he dangles a treat, the
group of 16 men who had come for the workshop crowded around Mystery as he
opened his lap top and proceeded to show us pictures of girlfriends, past and
present, along with various other conquests which always had a story even the
most torrid romance novelist would be ashamed of writing behind it.
The women ranged from they type you wished in your dreams you could sleep with,
to the kind you’d more than happily sacrifice your right testicle for just to
get to sniff their panties. The girls ranged from professional models, to
playmates, to strippers, to even ordinary girls. But they all had one thing in
common – they were all beautiful.
“When I was young, I had no friends,” Mystery began. “No girl friends, no guy
friends even. I was incredibly lonely in high school. I was miserable. I had
no idea how to pick up chicks, let alone even talk to them. One day, I
snapped! I was sick of it! I didn’t want to be lonely anymore. I wanted to
meet and have sex with lots of women.”
Who could blame him for that?
“The first problem I faced was figuring out where to go to find these girls.
Every night I’d beg my mom for two dollars so I could take the bus down to the
clubs. And I’d sit there in the clubs, looking at all the beautiful girls, not
doing anything. I watched other guys, and looked at what they did that was
successful. Eventually, I made myself start talking to the women in the clubs.
It was a frightening experience. I’d get excited if a girl would even say “Hi”
to me, and then I’d be blown out, because I’d get so nervous.”
All the heads nodded. I think everyone in the group knew where he was coming
from.
“And as I got better at approaching women, things started to change. I started
to have fun. I started to notice things. And I started to have success. I
realized something… I realized that you are only on this Earth for 28,000 days,
on average. You do not have time to take this stuff day-by-day. You have
already wasted a third of your life, some of you, half your lives. The time
has come for you all to get off your asses and start doing something. Its time
to get away from you computers and out in the clubs, where the women are. It’s
time for you to get what you want.”
And thus, I was introduced to the Mystery Method.
What followed was an eye opening three days of intense sarging. After the
pre-outting meeting, we would split up into groups, each trainer taking on a
handful of students. After splitting up, each group would go to a different
bar. Once there, the trainers would throw their student’s into the fray,
picking sets for them to approach, telling them what to say, and even jumping
in and demonstrating techniques when the student got in trouble.
The first night, I was paired with Tyler Durden and Maverick as we went to the
Saddle Ranch, a trendy bar/restaurant/club on Sunset (famous for its mechanical
bull). The mission was to work on our openers. It was me and two other
students, for a total group of 5. To see Tyler work was quite a site. The man
definitely knows what he’s doing. I was so nervous that first night, the
trainers took pity and opened most sets for me, allowing me to jump in after
they’d disarmed to group. Most of my time was spent observing Tyler and
Maverick do their thing.
After the bars closed, each group would gather back together at The Standard’s
all night diner, where we’d have a debriefing. Mystery would talk to each
student in turn, asking them how many approaches they did, what their sticking
points were, and any other notes they may have had. Mystery would also take
this opportunity to further explain the details of his method, and the other
trainers would also jump in from time to time. The debriefing would usually go
until 5:00-5:30 am.
The next night, we were joined by Style, and one of Mystery’s LA girlfriends
came by to act as his pivot for the night. I went out with Style and one other
student, Eduardo. We teamed up with Mystery and his group, and went down to
LA’s premier Irish pub, Dublins’. There, I experienced the same gut-wrenching
fear I had the night before, but Style gently took me aside and listened to my
concerns. He gave me some good advice, and we separated from Mystery’s group
and went to 3 other clubs before going back to the Standard for debriefing. I
observed Style do a few approaches, and eventually ended up doing 4 myself by
the night’s end (a HUGE step for a chicken-sh*t like myself, lol).
The last night of the workshop was a big one. The group went to The Highlands,
the newest, biggest, and trendiest club in LA, in the Kodak Center on Hollywood
Blvd. We were on the VIP list, and got in ahead of all the other people
waiting in line. Mystery showed up wearing a top hat and 4 inch platform
boots, making him look even TALLER than he really is. People thought he was a
celebrity, and we were his entourage.
Once in the club, each student got fashion advice from Mystery and the trainers
to help them redefine their image. Then, it was a free-for-all sargefest. The
trainers mixed in with the students, running their own game and giving advice
when needed. I got to witness Mystery work the VIP lounge. I must say, I have
never seen such a display of Alpha-ness in my life. He had the whole lounge
eating out of his hand. He was performing magic tricks, guys were high-fiving
him, talking about how cool he was, and girls were coming up kissing him and
getting their pictures taken with him. It was amazing watching him work.
Mystery has internalized this stuff so much, he made it look easy.
As for me, I approached 15 sets that night. That’s a quantum leap forward for
me, a guy who had trouble approach 1 girl on the street to approaching dozens
of them at the club (we’re talking 9s and 10s here).
Overall, the workshop was a grueling, frightening, back-breaking event. But it
was also fun, informative, and amazingly eye-opening. Since the workshop, I’ve
been going out to clubs EVERY NIGHT (well, almost. I still have to wake up for
work :-) but I’m now approaching more women than I ever have in my life (and
I’ve been studying SS for 5 years).
The great thing about the Mystery Method workshop is that you learn about group
dynamics and how to use that to isolate your target and attract her, and you
learn to do this by ACTUALLY DOING IT, as opposed to reading about it.
I’d recommend to anyone that they take the workshop if they get a chance. It
was a life-changing experience for me. Hopefully, within a few months, I’ll be
a master in my own right! lol.
Sarge on,
Thundercat
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