Stripper Game

I was thinking about PUA fads and this was a big one for years: Stripper Game.Like any fashion fad, in retrospect you can look back on it and cringe. I haven't seriously checked out Mystery for some years so I wouldn't be surprised if he's still clinging to it as the litmus test of your Game, but outwith Mystery, I hope that like a lot of that old time stuff, the fad's passed.I'm not going to pretend that I didn't buy into it at the time i.e. some ten years ago, because I did. When I got my stripper card, that was when I no longer thought of myself as just an amateur, but a fully fledged 'pro.' Not in the sense of looking to charge anyone for my sage-like wisdom, but bagging a stripper could only mean I was now eligible for a plaque in the PUA Hall of Fame: I was the Real Deal!Except in order to completely fit in with my new PUA identity I sort of overlooked that I'd scored a stripper pre-Game days, and whilst intrigued, didn't really think of it as something to brag on until Mystery told me this was a good thing.I'm not sure if any of my stripper scores fully count either, as I never successfully picked them up in the club, but met them outwith that environment.The first was a little blonde who I met shortly after I started tentatively dating a woman who was a doctor and local GP.  This was a few years before I got into Game. I remember thinking that the doctor was a rational choice, someone I should maybe stick to, as I admit I was impressed she was a doctor.But like any good, self-sabotaging Lothario I managed to look beyond her better qualities of intelligence and very well paid job path, and decided that she just wasn't hot enough. And she wasn't. She was kinda plain. Had hair that reminded me of Sideshow Bob too. So that was never going to last.The hair doomed usMuch to the disappointment of a female work colleague that I used to confide in at the time, and my mother it has to be said.I threw her over for a nineteen-year-old blonde that I met on the town, and had a four week fling with. I was in my early thirties at the time and so was the doctor. The fling ended when the blonde did to me, what I'd done to the doctor: vanished. As in all radio communication ceased.I only met her a few times, she was quite proud of working in one of the local lap dancing bars, it was her main job, but I also suspected she may well have been doing escorting too. Mainly because I seen a photo that looked very much like her on an escorting site for girls for my region. I was paranoid to go looking once she dumped me.I never seen her "dance" or went near the club, and other than that, she was just another girl with nothing more to distinguish her. I don't know if folks who buy into the stripper-thing think these girls glow in the dark, but they're pretty ordinary I found.Speaking of lap dancing bars, I don't hang out in them without very good reason. Like, say, a bachelor party or some other sort of boys night out. It's just not my thing. The girls view you as a mark, they don't like you, and their only interest in you extends as far getting you to take your wallet out and spend money on them. Which is fair enough as they're not getting paid by the hour. The cynicism is as visible as the flesh.A strip club yesterdaySo, the next time I tried Stripper Game in their environment, it still wasn't strictly speaking 'cold' Game and 'proper' by Mystery's standards.I was in a local "Gentleman's Club" with a friend I'd worked on film with. It was a shoe-string amateur effort, no big shakes, but in the making of it a local nightclub had been used that neighboured this lap dancing bar. In the scenes filmed there we'd also managed to rope in a few of the girls next door as extras and eye candy. It'd been a laugh, I'd a bit part as gangster in the background, and one of the girls had played my date/moll.Anyway, me and this guy who'd been involved in the production had went back to the club in order to speak to some of the girls a few months later, catch up, and show them how some of the scenes had come out. The girl who'd played my date was there, and we had a good chat and she introduced me to another girl that I got on well with. If they hadn't all been sitting around in their underwear it'd would've been just like any other social occasion.Only one of the girls went into her performance, because she didn't initially recognise us. When she came back from her lap dance, she saw us with her friends, and sat down. My friend greeted her by her real name and said, "Hi, do you remember us?" She smiled a fake smile, and stroked my friend's hair and said, "Of course I do - you gave me a dance." Which was just practised bullshit. I teased her and said, "You don't need to do that. You can be normal with us," and reminded her how we'd met. At which point she flicked the switch and was fine too.We were there for over an hour, and I chatted to the girl my onscreen date had introduced me to for most of that time, and she was happy to stay and banter. Maybe wouldn't have been as happy if the club was busier but we'd made a point of coming early in the night so could we chat without a load of horny, drunk guys getting in the way.So, when it came time for us to leave, I asked for her number. She was coy, and said she really shouldn't as she wasn't allowed, so I said that was okay, and went to put my phone away. At which point she told me to hide it under the table and gave me her number.I'd only been in the Game a few months then and thought that was some uber mPUA shit of me right there, taking an actual stripper's number, IN a strip club!Of course, I was somewhat overlooking that I hadn't played much Game other than not being over awed, and just had a normal fluff chat for an hour or so. Then like any normal dude, had asked for her number before leaving. But because of Mystery and the Seduction Community I was convinced I'd done something akin to a Jedi mind trick.The number flaked anyway. She answered a couple times, days later, and having researched Phone Game on the old MysteryMethod site (the threads would still be there under Lovesystems) I was careful only to reply in periods of the same time interval. If it took her two days to reply, then it took me two days to acknowledge it. All the while re-reading her messages and actively looking forward to when Game would 'allow' me. I didn't want to mess this up after all ha-ha.Actually, I don't think I was even replying 'normally,' I think I was using the replies I found on Mystery's forum. I certainly remember calling her and leaving the voicemail I'd memorised off the site. Back then, I assumed every high repped or high post member knew what they were speaking about when they posted; I was still to fully appreciate the term "keyboard jockey," and appreciate that some of the biggest ones were the mods.So that went nowhere.Next up was a girl I met in another club when on a night out with my wing Gabriel. It was a Friday night, it was the last hour or so, about 2 a.m., and I noticed a very attractive black girl in a figure hugging dress sitting on a couch with some friends.So, I went over, sat down, and joined them. Ended up going back to mine with her, her friend drove us, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable night. She was one of those girls that had a 'moral code' of dating, though. Whilst she was prepared to come back to mine and spend the night, she wasn't going to do more... but did everything but the final act of consummation. Not unusual. A lot of women need a further week of texts and a dinner or drinks in order to satisfy their dating 'rule' and not feel a slut.Following that we saw each other some more, met her dating code, all was good. She told me she was a law student and I never questioned it. Also told me she'd just had a tit enhancement and I never questioned that either; why a student would blow a couple grand on getting bigger tits.It was a few weeks later that Gabriel told me she worked in one of the city's lap dancing bars. Then it all fell into place. Her late night "bar work" and the odd hours she seemed to keep.I text'd her, asking if she "danced" at the club I was told she worked at. She was mortified, and full of apologies and explanations! I wasn't fussed, I thought it was sort of cool, and told her that. I meant it too. I mean, I didn't see myself marrying this girl or anything, it was just fun to hang out and bang her.She dotted in and out of my life until she eventually moved abroad elsewhere. As I got to know her better, I discovered that the world of stripping wasn't all banal, though.I consider myself fairly broadminded but she had stories, that she thought perfectly normal, that'd turn your hair white. Likewise she would phone me at all hours of the morning, inviting me to some party, but working a regular office job that just wasn't something I could do.She didn't like me coming into the club either. Presumably to avoid any "jealousy" or some such in reaction to seeing her work. I had to stand outside and wait for her of a weekend night. I was okay with that. I didn't particularly want to hang out in the place.I did go in one time. I was with Gabriel and a couple girls Gabriel knew. They were young, and thought the whole stripper club thing would be ever so daring to do. Yeah, they were that young.We had a good time. I remember she was wearing a lot more than some of the other girls working in there. Instead of flouncing about in her underwear, she was wearing what looked like a more 'conservative' gym training top and white shorts. She immediately hugged me and we sat together, her on my lap, and I don't mind saying I felt liketheman, sitting there with her genuinely fawning on me, while the regulars looked on, and was getting for real what they paid to fantasise about.What I thought I looked like but coolerI also felt soPUAagain. I mean, wasn't that ultimate turbo Mystery Game? And never mind I was in some shitty small town strip joint, not Spearmint Rhino or anything (but which I'm told can be just as shitty).I really wouldn't have thought all that much about the whole thing, like I'd done with the stripper I'd dated previously, if it wasn't for the influence of the Seduction Community. That's not to piss on the community, as I've taken a lot from it, but the stripper thing I never fully understood as to why it was considered such a landmark achievement - other than Mystery deeming it as such.To be honest, there are girls working on the makeup counters of some of the big department stores that I'd rather hook-up with. I'd think more of John Lewis or Selfridges Game than Stripper Game. Mind you that's technically 'Hired Guns' Game isnt it?! I hadn't remembered about that until writing just now! But Hired Guns were usually defined as shot girls in bars, not the girls working the Christian Dior counter.So, yeah, I hope that fad's well and truly past. Mystery had a thing for strippers - fair enough - but I don't know why we all had to share his fetish. Some guys really went for that too, hanging out in strip clubs, trying to 'Game' the girls, when they couldn't consistently meet women who were looking to have fun in bars and clubs, and not working in them, trying to hold a job down and meet bills with it.I recall the money my stripper fuck buddy said she made dancing too. It was a grand or so a month. In my naivety I thought she'd be making that anight, at least a week, but no, she was making little more than an office admin assistant per month.There's been a few fads come and go over the years in the community. One we're in right now is the eastern Europe tour. That at least does the have added benefit of seeing a bit of the world, a lot of the previous fashions were just hollow techniques, with nothing more going for them than just selling the authors as the next 'guru.' Apocalypse Opener anyone? And the guy who came up with it, RSD's Tyler said he'd never seen him pull it off and disavowed it - and the guy worked for RSD!That there is another series of posts to go along with PUA fads one: Fruitloops I Have Known.