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The Cheat Codes to Seduction

Fluffy McGee

Copyright 2011 Fluffy McGee

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ISBN-10: 1468055682

ISBN-13: 978-1468055689

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Paradise

It was my first trip ever to Hawaii. I landed at the airport and jumped in the first taxi I could find. After giving my hotel's name to the driver, off I went. He was really trying hard to make conversation with me, and I didn't realize why until after I forgot to tip. It's funny how many people have managed to misconstrue the meaning of hard work into a fake smile and small talk about the weather. Back in Japan there are no tipping customs. Respect for the customer and maximum effort is simply a part of any job. I guess this mentality has sort of rubbed off on me.

He stared daggers at me as he rode off. This was OK as long as I didn’t end up in his cab again. Besides, I was too poor to even buy my own plane ticket. I had to convince my mom to let me use her frequent flier miles. At the hotel I bunked with my little sister. She was always the cheeriest in the family. Her boyfriend was there too, a pretty funny guy who would probably make a fantastic pick-up artist if he put some work into it.

We were all in Hawaii for my older sister's wedding of course. She's a vegan so the whole thing was giant mind-fuck for me. Vegan omelet's, vegan pancakes, vegan everything. She made me purchase a belt that was supposedly made from 100% hemp, but it had a lingering odor of feces, which clung to my hands after I strapped it on. I guess making belts from poop doesn't violate her code of vegan ethics. Oh well, everything is OK as long as she's happy. It was her day, not mine.

The weather was beautiful, the ceremony was fabulous, and in just one day she and her new husband vowed to never have sex with anyone else, for life. The thought of walking down the aisle myself made me cringe. My penis has been waging holy war with my conscious since I was twelve years old, and I'm pretty sure any angel's left in this war were either dead or held captive, locked away deep in my mind, never to be heard from again.

The weirdest thing about this wedding was my friend Axel just happened to be in Hawaii that same exact week. He was there to meet up with his old friend, the Don, who I had only met once before. Amazed at the miraculous timing of our trips, we ended up spending the entire week together doing what guys like us do: picking up chicks and enjoying every second of life.

The Don was taking a break from Japan at the time, and Hawaii was a great place to do so. An endless stream of beautiful women combined with some of the best weather on the planet makes it damn near the most incredible place on earth in my opinion.

The first night we went out, Axel and I met up with some girls he knew that were also visiting and we went to a restaurant where the Don was working. Axel had his girl eating out of the palm of his hand in a matter of minutes. After a nice night out, I got her friend's number and we setup a plan to all meet up with the Don the following day.

The next started at a golfing range. The Don, Axel, Stephen and I were all there, ready to have some fun. Stephen was an old childhood friend who I'd known since I was two years old. He wasn't like the rest of us though. I don't know how many women Stephen has ever slept with, but I'm pretty sure he can count them on one hand. It's funny how some guys can be embarrassed about such a low lay count, but admitting to how many hole in ones I've scored is a far different matter. At the time, I was up to about fifty women or so. But that would soon change when the Don makes his way back to Japan.

Axel and Stephen both shared a gift of not knowing how to play with balls and sticks. I think they were competing to set a new record for golfing range bloopers. Stephen held the club as if his arms were grafted on backwards. He looked like some sort of giant praying mantis with Down syndrome. Swing after swing he continued to hit nothing but air. "These are practice shots," he muttered in an attempt to save face. Axel apparently thought his style was good, and tried to mimic him. The Don and I were a bit more on the dexterous side, and were both able to at least hit the ball.

After golf we hit the town with our lady friends from the night before. We didn't know the area so we followed the Don's lead. They brought along their hot Korean friend, who was obviously for the Don. Sitting at a table in a restaurant, we started to form our relationship, a trio of pick-up artists all destined for greatness in different areas of life, coming together for the first time through a random stroke of luck.

Some freak toting a backpack, wearing all black, and looking like he just finished molesting young boys after a local YMCA kung-fu lesson walked up to our table. He knelt down next to the Korean hottie and started hitting on her relentlessly. It was the most awkward pick-up attempt I'd ever seen. He just wouldn't give up, and he was completely oblivious to his own failure.

Eventually, after everyone was thoroughly annoyed, I leaned over and told him to go away. He didn't get the message though and completely ignored me. I of course, didn't realize there was a cultural revolution of pick-up storming the globe at the time thanks to Neil Strauss and his book "The Game." I'm guessing he was one of the many cult followers, but for the moment I just gave in, whatever, I'll just let this guy waste his time.

After about ten minutes of relentlessly hitting on this girl, she was officially completely freaked out. Displaying your intent to pick-up so boldly, on a target that doesn't want to be picked up, is probably the worst thing you can do in most scenarios. He would probably have a better chance if he walked up to her and told her she is a dirty whore and he’d like to piss on her face. Also, the fact that we were basically sitting down at a restaurant style table made his approach crushingly awkward. Honing in on the hottest chick in a group of people who are obviously on a group date, is just plain belligerent. Eventually, backpack molester guy took off, realizing his tactic wasn't working. God what a cock-fest Hawaii was.

Night after night we went out, partying, picking up chicks, and laughing all night long through to the early morning. Little did I know, these two men were going to be my brothers in the art of seduction from here on out.

On my last day in Hawaii, one of the girls I met that week was begging me to stay. She wanted to see me off at the airport and come visit me in Japan later in the year. I didn't feel like messing with long distance and putting her life on hold for a year, so I told her it wasn't going to work. Then I was off, back to continue my life in Tokyo.

Chapter 2: Paradox of Intelligence

You know that guy who always has to get in the last word. The nerd who sits in the front row of class and asks the teacher every god damn question that pops into his head. He likely gets hired on the spot at interviews because he can't match his fucking shirt and tie properly... so he must be good, right? Yet, despite his great aptitude towards anything he can label himself genius with; he can't seem to find a girlfriend or even sometimes a friend. Well, this is what I call the paradox of intelligence.

My whole life I had been told never to take up writing, because I was better at math and science. Yet here I am, cranking away. Maybe they were right, my writing is a bit shanty, but to hell with what they say. I say there are a vast number of intelligence types out there in the world. Being a genius in mathematics seems to be the only one that accrues the actual title of genius, despite the fact that there are countless other fields to attain mastery in, and push the boundaries of.

Those who are dubbed genius by society are so often dubbed retarded when it comes to simple communication. This is the paradox of course. If they are intelligent, then how come they can't figure out how act properly around women, or even friends and family? Probably, for the same reason I couldn't communicate well when I was younger. They never actually tried and they never actually learned how. The human mind is extremely malleable though. You'd be surprised what you can do if you set your mind to it. It only really takes determination. If you think you're a terrible cook, you can change that. Simply by reading some cook books and practicing in your kitchen, maybe taking a class even. The same thing is true of picking up chicks. If you get out there in the field for practice and read up on the many seduction techniques available, in time you will improve in your ability to sleep with women. There is a vast field of knowledge out there for you to sift through and accelerate your progress. Ninety percent of pick-up is just getting off your ass and doing it.

Of course, one of the best ways to master anything in life is to simply research how the professionals do it. If I took up golf tomorrow, the first thing I would do is read every article and book I can find about Tiger Woods. If I wanted to be a chess master I would start by researching Kasparov's games. The only thing better than researching a master's approach, would be to learn by directly observing them in their natural element, which is exactly how I learned to pick-up.

"Hey, this is my friend the Don, he is a social genius. You should see how easily he can convince a woman to sleep with him."

Chances are you haven't ever been introduced to someone in this manner. Neither have I, but if there was an introduction that perfectly captured the Don's abilities in a nutshell, this would be it. The Don also happens to be one of my teachers in the art of seduction. The man who taught me pretty much everything there is to know about how to convince a woman to sleep with me. From here on out, I'm going to take you through the journey of how I learned to do just that, pay attention, and you can join me in my everlasting search for more lucky ladies.

Chapter 3: Fantasy Land

When people start talking about genius, they become fascinated with how a person rose to such a level. The Don is no exception. To this day, Axel and I still debate the many aspects that made him so unique. The way I can best describe his abilities and personality, is that he is a special kind of idiot savant.

Typically, an idiot savant is a person who seems to be missing the part of their brain that makes life in a normal society possible. This part controls our social interactions, warns us of danger, helps us to control our emotions and interact with others on a normal level. In return, these savants are given the gift of higher functionality in the remaining areas of the brain, probably because those are the only functional areas at all.

The Don is also missing a part of his brain. This missing piece allows him to live in a fantasy of his own design. A reality where he is king, and he can do no wrong. He truly believes that he is the greatest man to have ever walked the earth. He is a true narcissist. He has no fear whatsoever, of what other humans think of him. In a social environment, he quickly rewrites all of the rules and forces women, and even men, to conform to his world and declare him king. This is the magic that has empowered him to become one of the most potent seduction artists in the world. He is an idiot savant pick-up artist, living in a make believe candy land with walls that are completely impenetrable to exterior forces.

If a woman denies his advances, he quickly scolds her and shows her how she has broken one of his rules. When he makes a mistake, he will deny its existence, attempt to reason how he actually was correct, or in extreme cases, he will even deny any memory of such an event. Quickly thwarting any aggression aimed in his direction. He is a person that cannot be reasoned with, and has a personality that some people would even label as, toxic.

He has never felt butterflies in his stomach when approaching a beautiful woman. The part of his brain that processes these feelings is gone. It doesn't exist. When a normal man is rejected by a woman, he feels sadness, perhaps regret or even shame. These are feelings that the Don can't feel or even comprehend. Rather than feeling these emotions after rejection, he simply attributes the rejection to her loss. He is a great guy after all, so there is no need to reject him. Believe it or not, after a few minutes of reasoning with such a woman, she will sometimes even change her mind and willingly submit to his fantasy world. It truly is an amazing set of events to witness in person, and if you set your mind to it, you can even train yourself to think in the exact same manner, consciously choosing to be a narcissist, a false narcissist.

This gift may seem like a blessing to many, but all throughout the Don's life he's been haunted by it. For me, I can take his fantasy world and replicate it as my own, use it as a tool to seduce women, but at the end of the day I'm still a normal man. I make mistakes, and I own up to them when it's time to. I can block out those feelings of sadness and shame from rejection, only because