Hey gang. Today, I've got a question for you.

On a scale of one to ten, what is your game?

Like, say we are out at the club. The music is bumping and you're rested and feeling good. Suddenly, across the room, you see a BANGING hot turbogirl. She is the epitome of glory, a veritable angel. Now, on a scale of one to ten, where do you put your ability to go up to her, initiate a conversation, get her attracted to you, deal with the logistics, get her home and place your weener inside of her hoo ha?

WHAT IS YOUR GAME?

Now, for a lot of guys, this is a question they've heard before. If you've seen our amazing Transformations DVD program, Tim poses it to the audience in his bit, near the very beginning.

And, if you've seen it, you know that there is only one correct answer.

"My game is a TEN, Jeffy."

That's right. A f***ing ten.

Now, this isn't some happy-time, feel-good affirmation here. Not some delusional confidence builder meant to be recited 30 times in the mirror before you go out.

The real meaning of "my game is a ten" goes much deeper than that.

It means that, regardless of what your experience has been in the past, at any given moment you have the ability, somewhere inside of you, to step to that turbo-girl and PULL HER. You are already in possession of everything that you need.

The "ten game" is already inside of you, waiting to be unleashed.

That's why, when a guy comes and takes a Bootcamp with me, I tell him, "I have nothing to teach you in the traditional sense of that word. My role is simply to remove that which separates you from the truth of who you are, from what you already know in the depth of your being."

The "ten game" has ALWAYS been inside you. The problem is that it's been covered up with social conditioning and ego BULLSHIT.

What you need to understand is this:

There is no need for any personality but your own.

This is the lesson at the heart of the RSD philosophy.

If you've been with us since the beginning, you know that it wasn't always like this. In the early years, we espoused a structure that went something like this:

1. Approach and try to entertain the girl.

2. The girl responds favorably.

3. You get good emotions and state from her validation, feed on the validation and continue.

As our experience and understanding of the game deepened, we realized this was an inherently flawed model, and we resolved to get to the bottom of this dilemma. Nearly five years later, we've arrived at a new model, which is as follows:

1. Self-amuse

2. Go into state not because of the girl's reaction, but rather because you amuse yourself.

3. Your state draws the girl into your reality and you then lead the interaction from there.

Now, I'll admit, coming from a place where I was getting VERY VERY good results from the previous model, this was in many ways a bitter pill to swallow. But the mandate came down from on high, from Tyler himself:

"It's time to drop the routines and the button-pushing and go full natural, Jeff."

I had to do it. And so I pressed ahead. It was hard. Harder than you can imagine, as I had developed a dependence on the old mentality stronger than a fat kid's desire for pie. But I did it, and eventually I was able to master this "reverse-engineered natural" style.

Tell you what: let me share with you a story that really cemented the natural ideas for me.

I've been kicking around an idea for a novel for quote a while now. I intend for it to be the worst novel ever written, and the title of this atrocity shall be:

Ichor of the Wolf.

It centers on a LARPing misfit named Jeremy Landman, and his various exploits and travails. Now, if you don't know what LARPing is, and I'm guessing there's a good chance that you don't, it's an acronym. It stands for Live Action Role Playing, and here's a little taste of what it entails:



Yeah.

So anyways, this Landman is a fully fleshed-out character, and in many ways he's as real as you or I. So one day not so long ago, Ryan and I were kicking around the house, bored, and we decided to create a profile for him on the dating site "Hot or Not."

After an intense creative process, we had the profile honed to perfection. It started off with him revealing a little about himself:

"Hello, my name is Jeremy and I live in SF. I enjoy fantasy and times of yore. I am a very active LARPer (with quite a rep in my guild I might add!). Looking for someone to raise a chalice of mead with. Hit yes if you like me!"

Oh man.

He then goes on to list some of his interests:

"Christ, crests, Highlander, long hair, the Matrix Trilogy, swords, wolves, paladin, fantasy, chivalry, Creed, karate, mutton"

Yup.

To top it all off, we scoured around until we found a suitable photo of him. He's the one on the right:



Now, initially we just wanted to see what kind of rating he would garner (he got a 6). But then something really interesting happened:

WOMEN STARTED SENDING HIM MESSAGES. LOTS OF WOMEN.

I couldn't believe it. These weren't mingers, either. Ok, well some of them were, but there were also some pretty decent ones. After the initial shock wore off, we decided to push for dates. If it worked out, I'd just show up as Jer and be like, "Oh I got a haircut." So, we sent the girls who expressed interest the following message:

"Hello. You appear to be quite a classye ladye. I would love the opportunity to purchase for you a bottle of fine red wine. Perhaps over cheese? Could you be the beautiful angel for whome I have been searching for all of my lonely years?"

I was like, ok, now it's over. There's no way they will think this guy is for real.

The next day, I look at the profile and he's got messages. I was almost scared to open them up. I held my breath and did so, expecting them to be all, "Nice try loser."

That wasn't the case. They were all positive. One of them said:

"Wine and cheese, huh? Wow, aren't you the smooth talker! :) Your place or mine? I work this weekend but Monday sounds great! Hope you aren't too lonely until then... or just enough ;)"

What. The. Heck.

I couldn't believe it. I decided to push it even more, and replied with this:

"Apologies, my ladyfaire, but I have a confession. We may not be able to enjoy the fine cheese. I am severely lactose intolerant and my gastrointestinal tract may be torn asunder, as vellum beneath the talons of a mighty gryphon."

Okay, THAT one did it. No response. Hehehe.

I began experimenting out in the field. My standard opener became, "You appear to be quite a classy lady. I would love the opportunity to purchase for you a bottle of fine red wine... perhaps over CHEESE?!"

It worked gloriously.

I started dressing like a nerd at the club, going so far as to wear a POCKET PROTECTOR. There was no substantive difference in my results. It didn't matter at all.

I implemented a new opener which I made up one night with Ryan out at the club: "Excuse me ladies, settle an argument: who is hotter, Captain Kirk or Captain Picard?"

Again, it was solid.



Perhaps "chode game" could be the wave of the future.

The whole experience got me thinking. I started to think about what made the Landman profile attractive to these women, enough so that THEY would take the initiative to message him.

The thing is, Landman is attractive because he has total belief in himself. Even though he is what many would consider a FULL NERDWEIRD, he is completely oblivious to this fact, and furthermore considers himself quite the catch for any ladyfaire. He is completely authentic and does not self-seek in other's opinions. He values his his OWN opinion of himself above all.

This type of thinking cuts to the very heart of "natural" game.

Now, you might be saying, "But when you're saying that stuff in the field, is that you being authentic or parroting Landman?"

Well, I created the guy, so I sort of am him. But that aside, when I was saying that stuff, it was coming from a place of full self-amusement. I really don't care what the response is, I'm merely bringing fun to the interaction.

That's giving value.

Interesting post-script: a few months later, I met a couple girls in a club in Sydney who happened to be actual LARPers. I enthusiastically informed them that I, too, was a LARPer.

"No way," said the blonde one, "you're just saying that."

Little did they know that I've done my homework. I based Landman's LARP nemesis in the book on myself, and had worked out a character for him. I smiled.

"No... I am. My character is named Lord Sir Beastkins DeMorrowild. I am a chaotic evil wizard-mage. Level 12. My specialty is necromancy and my favorite spell is Stream of Corruption."



She shrieked, "Oh my god! That's so cool!" She gestured over to her friend, who by now was isolated on a couch with my Bootcamp student, making out. “My friend is a samurai, and I am a thief.”

I look at her, and in my best Ron Burgundy voice, go, "You truly are a thief... for you have stolen my heart."

She explodes in laughter. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! You are such a dork!"

"Yes. Yes I am. Come here." BOOM.

We have a name for this now: "Go in chode, then explode." Try it out tonight.

I'll see you in the field.