- Gebundene Ausgabe: 272 Seiten
- Verlag: Villard (26. Januar 2010)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0345518195
- ISBN-13: 978-0345518194
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 14,7 x 2,5 x 21,6 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 2 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 101.124 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
The Pickup Artist: The New and Improved Art of Seduction (Englisch) Gebundene Ausgabe – 26. Januar 2010
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Über den Autor und weitere Mitwirkende
Mystery is the author of The Mystery Method, the star of VH1's The Pickup Artist, and the founder of VenusianArts.com, the top pickup training organization in the world. He has appeared on Late Night with Conan O'Brien, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, Jimmy Kimmel Live!, and a wide variety of media including CNN, The New York Times, and Playboy. Mystery lives in Los Angeles and enjoys his travels.
Chris Odom, aka Lovedrop, has traveled with Mystery for years, coaching students in the field and speaking at pickup seminars and conferences all over the world. He is the author of Revelation, the co-writer of The Mystery Method, and a founder of VenusianArts.com. He lives in Los Angeles with his girlfriend.
Leseprobe. Abdruck erfolgt mit freundlicher Genehmigung der Rechteinhaber. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
WELCOME TO MIAMI
"I am indulging in my humanity," I said.
I took a long drag from my spliff and then passed it matter-of-factly to the blonde seated next to me (without looking at her). She took it as I continued, "And I can say to all of you now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I"-pause-"have earned it. Eh, brother?" I smiled at Lovedrop, my trusty wingman.
"Mystery, you're damn right," said Lovedrop, "and this is going to be a great year." He raised a glass of chocolate protein shake and took a swig.
"I'm just living in the Now," I said, making a grand, sweeping gesture with my hands. "The Universe presents itself. I mean, look at all the math. It's absolutely brilliant." My straight, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, an expression of fascination fixed on my angular face.
The blonde next to me wore my trademark fuzzy black hat. I had used it earlier in the night as a lock-in prop. It was too big on her, and she looked very cute with it on. She had almond-shaped doe eyes and wide, Slavic features-my favorite type. She smiled at me. It was on. I'd been working on this one for a few hours; I was just comfort building now.
"This couch looks like something out of The Jetsons!" said the other girl, a brunette with long, straight hair. She wore a green cocktail dress and dark eye makeup. "I love this rug, though. It must cost you a fortune to have it cleaned."
The four of us-Lovedrop, the two women, and I-relaxed on a white shag rug. Lining the wall around us was a futuristic, white leather couch. Everything was white. The fourteen-thousand-dollar custom curtains were white. The giant avant-garde, plastic light fixtures around the house were white. Even the dog was white.
Seated in a nook nearby at a glass table was our acquaintance, the Rat. He was using his debit card to crush a few small blue pills on the surface of the table. The Rat flashed a sagging, loose smile from wet lips.
"Hey LD," he said, a slight whine to his voice, slurring, "you want one of these Roxies?"
Lovedrop smirked. "Haven't you had enough already? You look like you're about to drool all over that table."
The girls giggled.
"Is that a no?" The Rat kept smiling greasily as if to say, You know you want some.
A projector played music videos on the far wall of the room, and a bouncy hip-hop song came on. Lovedrop got up and started to dance to the music, bathed in the changing light of the projector. "I love this song," he said, and he was only half lying. It wasn't what he would actually sit around listening to through a pair of headphones, but it was perfect for dancing with girls.
The brunette stood up and started to dance with him. "Do you guys own this house?" she asked, the shag rug feeling oh-so-soft under her bare feet. All the pieces came together as a vibe: the beat of the music, the light from the projector, the dancing, the laughter, the smoke in the air. He put one hand on her hip and circled the other in the air like swinging a lasso.
"Hey Mystery," said Lovedrop, "remember the Matthew McConaughey chicken dance? In Vegas." He started flapping his arms like a chicken.
"I don't know about Matthew McConaughey, but you're in Miami now," said the Rat. "Hey LD, you look like the Backstreet Boys with that dance you're doing." He snickered under his breath and licked his lips.
"I guess I was lucky all I got was their dance moves," said Lovedrop. "And meanwhile you got stuck with their goatee, smack-dab in the middle of your face."
"Ouch," said the brunette. She smiled at Lovedrop and tucked her hair behind one ear.
The Rat scooted back in his futuristic chair and placed his hand on his chest indignantly. "LD, I'm hurt," he said in his whiny voice. "I'm hurt that you would say that. After everything that I would do for you." He actually sounded sad; it was good.
The Rat paused and then pushed it a little further. "LD, you know I love you like a brother, don't you? You guys, you're like brothers to me. I love you guys."
The brunette joked, "The girl is supposed to say 'I love you' first." She tossed her hair back and forth with the music, little green earrings swinging.
"Do you really know Matthew McConaughey?" the blonde asked me as she handed me the spliff. She touched her cheek and then ran her fingers back through her hair.
"No, no," I said, holding the spliff daintily. My nails were freshly painted black, matching my toes. I paused to take a drag. "I met him once in Vegas. In a small club. Not Tangerine, but near there. I saw him do his chicken dance."
The girls both said, "What's the chicken dance?" and then they looked at each other and giggled.
Lovedrop explained: "It's how McConaughey was picking up women. It's his game."
The blonde shook her head. "Matthew McConaughey doesn't need game to pick up women. He's hot."
"I deduced his game plan," I continued, "at least for that night. But I presumed he must have used this particular tactic before." I took a final drag from the spliff and then extinguished it directly onto the glass coffee table, then continued: "I was at this club in Vegas and there he was, doing this weird chicken dance, and of course it gets a reaction. McConaughey's flapping his arms around and walking low, and bobbing his head up and down. Just drunk as a skunk-"
"It provokes people!" said Lovedrop.
My voice took on a conspiratorial tone as I continued: "They make comments to each other about how funny he looks, and they start to ask each other, 'Who is that guy?' And then finally someone says, 'Wait, that's Matthew McConaughey!' and it starts to get around."
I spoke with a certain rhythm, and a fascinated glint in my eye. "Soon, McConaughey's got everyone whispering, 'He's that movie star' and 'Wasn't he dating so-and-so?' His value demonstrations got uploaded into everyone's head. People are looking at him, talking about him; the whole room is warmed up for him."
I paused, opened both of my hands, and continued: "And it worked. He started chicken dancing with this girl. And he was crossing some barriers, he was socially violating a little bit, but knowingly. I'm more than certain he knew what he was doing."
I suddenly produced a plastic eyeball and held it up for everyone to see. Then I tossed it into the air and it vanished, eliciting a gasp. I grinned and said, "McConaughey made his own chicken splash, all over the room."
Everyone laughed. "Did you talk to him?" asked the blonde.
"Well, I talked to him for a few minutes," I said. "He and I had dated the same girl, Jackie, and we talked about our dogs . . ."
The blonde squeezed my skinny arm and said, "Do you guys know what Mystery said to me tonight, when I walked by? He looked over at me like he's curious about something and then he says, 'You ever dump in a gold toilet?' "
The brunette's jaw dropped open. "Are you serious?" she said.
The blonde giggled. She started to apply some lip gloss and said, "I couldn't believe it at first: That was his opener! And then he says it again: 'I said, you ever dump in a gold toilet? It's divine!' "
Both of the girls burst out laughing, and the brunette looked at me and said, "Oh my God! I never would have talked to you if you had said that to me!"
The blonde continued, " . . . I mean who talks like that?"
No one talks like that, my dear, I thought; not when they're trying to impress you. That's the point. I'm a firm believer in disqualifying myself as a potential suitor early on; the pickup just seems to go easier that way.
The blonde started toying with the strap on her purse, and then she said, "We were curious about you guys, though. We thought you were in a band or something. Are you in a band?"
The brunette said, "Yeah really,...
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Fazit, wer Grundsatzprobleme im Game hat oder Anfänger ist, etwas Geld über hat, der sollte es sich kaufen, wer Mystery-Fan ist und wissen will wie armseelig die Bande ist und das Matador Chef vom Ganzen ist, der sollte es sich kaufen. Wer Erfahrung im ,pickup hat, über Wissen verfügt und meint der Titel entspricht dem Inhalt, der sollte es nicht kaufen und sich die Mysteryvideos in English auf You Tube geben, das bringt das selbe wenn nicht gar mehr.
Wie man sowas als PUA und Social Dynamics Trainer schreiben kann ist mir ein Rätsel, eigentlich lacht man speziel ihn wegem seines restlichen Lebens einfach nur aus.
In diesem Buch gibt er EINEM Schüler (Sonderunterricht für nur einen Schüler) Tipps und gutgemeinte Ratschläge was er beim Ansprechen oder Kennenlernen einer Personengruppe (einem Set)oder einer Frau (dem Target) zu tun oder zu unterlassen hat. Nicht viel neues, wenn man schon andere Bücher gelesen hat die diesen Bereich betreffen.
Dennoch muss ich sagen, dass die Dialoge von diesem Schüler und Mystery normalerweise keine Fragen offen lassen. Der Schüler fragt nach ! Dadurch lassen sich schon eigene Fragen die man offen hätte beantworten.
Des weiteren gibt es noch viele zusätzliche Tipps und Ratschläge, die den weiteren Verlauf von Konversation, oder erneutem Treffen mit der Frau, beinhalten.
Sehr interessant zu lesen sind auch die Lebensausschnitte von Mystery wie zum Beispiel als er mit Lovedrop und Matador im Stripclub waren. Nur einer von einigen Lebensausschnitten. Hat mir persönlich gut gefallen.
Ich bin noch nicht ganz durch mit dem Lesen aber der Eindruck den ich bisher hatte hat mir sehr gefallen.
Ach ja bevor ich es vergesse... Das Buch ist komplett auf englisch. Englischkenntnisse wären sehr hifreich ! ;P
Oder einfach ein Wörterbuch danebenlegen und nachschlagen wenn man mal was nicht ganz versteht... aber dadurch wird die Zeit die man mit dem Lesen verbringt wohlmöglich verdoppelt xD
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Having said that, this book is a perfect and necessary supplement to his first book. If you like the security of extremely structured and canned routines, this is not for you. If you understand the message that he is truly trying to convey, you will realize that he focuses on accentuating your personal best qualities and is generally making you a more pleasant person to be around. He treats the game as a performance art. Excuse the strong language, but he "prepares you for battle" in a sense. While there is a general linear structure that can be followed, he more or less coaches you on the tools you will need when presented with new experiences. It is almost comparable to a business book on how best to sell yourself, BUT, instead Mystery flips this on its head and emboldens you to create frames where everyone must sell themselves to you because you are "the flame and the ghost."
I believe he greatly undersells the effectiveness and the quick-implementation his methods have. I have found an uptick in results already. I am already a fairly sociable person, so maybe the learning gap was not as great, but what makes his writing so easy-to-understand and relatable is that, although he is very successful, intelligent, and somewhat arrogant, his mind still can comprehend the foreign nuances that many self-proclaimed players have long since forgotten. Not only does he describe "what" will work, but he also describes "why" things work. You can tell he has spent time in his life studying sociology, psychology, and theater.
My greatest criticisms of the work were the redundancies and that the character "Adam" was obviously only created in order for Mystery to write in his preferred conversational format rather than writing another book with large text-book style sections. His in-set routines often rely on the fact that he is an illusionist, which seems like an un-relatable and unfair advantage for readers trying to emulate him, but a more-thorough understanding of the material will lead you to understand that passion for hobbies is more paramount and illusions, while helpful, are merely a tool that work just as well as other tools.
Overall, A plus book...but only as a supplement. The first book is comparable to reading FOOTBALL for Dumbies, and this book is like a book about learning how to master the West Coast Offense. Once you understand the rules, and know how to score, then you begin studying how best to score and win games with the resources you've got.
I strongly suggest that you buy this book. It's not a breakthrough nor something incredibly mind-blowing (that was the case for his first book), but it is a worthy book for any PUA student aiming higher.