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And yet I was floundering. You might say that my plight was self-inflicted. My social skills had atrophied. Instead I would wait patiently for the day when the vicissitudes of fate would bring us together. If it was meant to be then it was meant to be.
Or at least that was my excuse for doing nothing and saving my blushes. And then one day I stumbled across a book that promised to furnish me with answers to this most painful of dilemmas. The Game piqued the interest of libidinous men across the world β myself included β despite the manipulative techniques contained within its pages.
Pickup gurus posed as oracles of forbidden knowledge. Had I had a healthier view of women at that age I probably would have recoiled from the pickup community. Instead, I chose to ignore the darker side of what they were teaching, like viewing women almost as an alien subspecies. Sex was a game and women were interchangeable commodities to be exploited.
I started going out to bars and clubs to practice my scripted lines on unsuspecting women. I wore ridiculous clothes silk shirts, feather boas, sunglasses indoors. I had the arrogance of youth on my side; I thought I could imbibe the ritzy chat-up lines without succumbing to the sexist and hierarchical world-view that underwrote them. Of course, I soon learned that women were not automatons with predictable psychological responses. And a few months after first reading The Game I left the pickup community behind.
I found most other men in the community at that time were similar: they briefly experimented before forgetting about it once they had found a woman who liked them. I would henceforth view my foray into the seduction community as an embarrassing episode best forgotten. Until that is, when my editor asked if I wanted to write a book about some of the extreme male subcultures that were emerging online.