The other day in a moment of distraction I went onto YouTube and watched an old video of Mystery and me. I scrolled down to the comments, which I'm sure the authors never expect the subjects of the video to read.
There are, of course, tons of haters bashing all of us. In one clip we're hanging out with Miss Toronto, and they call her a five and say they wouldn't even talk to her. But that's okay. I understand that being chronically single brings a certain level of frustration that can both lead to trying to learn pickup and also to venting on the internet.
There is also a lot of speculation about Project Hollywood, or more accurately, The Game. How much of it was real? How much of it was exaggerated? Since no one who actually lived there has come out and publicly talked about it, I'll quickly run through the common speculations.
First, EVERY event in the book actually took place. Neil didn't make anything up. A few of the things happened in different orders and were swapped around, but this is minor. As far as I can tell, these sorts of swaps were made to make the story flow better, not to change what happened. In other words, causes and effects weren't swapped around.
Most of the characters were dead on. I thought Neil did a great job with everyone with the one exception of Tyler. And even with Tyler, I don't think he actually ascribed any actions to him that he didn't do.
Tyler and Neil were NEVER on great terms. Whatever caused it was there before I knew either of them, so I can't say much about that. At the end of Project Hollywood, from what I understand, there was a lot of bad blood between them. I don't think that Neil intentionally painted Tyler as an evil dude,I think that's just how he felt at the time and it colored his perceptions. The motives and behind the scenes plotting that he assumed Tyler was engaged in just weren't true.
On the other hand, Neil and I were on great terms when I left. As a result, my character is surprisingly positive. TONS was left out of the book. Believe me, if Neil wanted to make me into a bad guy he would have had more than enough ammo to do so. And that probably goes for just about anyone in the book. Interpretations of actions could have varied wildly.
The other thing about the book is that, by necessity, it's a highlight reel. It covers the most tense parts of the year. There were tensions and drama, but there were also a lot of times that the whole house got together to go out to dinner or to the clubs or whatever. Most people got along reasonably well for most of the time.
There's also the issue of the quality of girls that were brought around the house. Was it ALL bikini models? Nope, not at all. Certain people at certain times were more focused on quantity than quality, whether that was just to practice or because they just weren't that picky. At the same time, there WERE a ton of incredibly attractive women there. I'd say that at one point or another every resident of the house was involved with a girl you'd objectively rate as a 9 or 10.
If anyone has any specific questions about the Game or Project Hollywood, ask in the comments and I'll try to answer them all.
I remember a friend of mine reading The Game while we were in Kandahar, Afghanistan. Even though the topic hardly interested me, I was interested. Funny how I found your blog a few weeks ago through a Google search about full-time RV living. All of your posts are incredibly addictive.
Thanks for doing what you do. It is MUCH appreciated.
Alexander (from Alberta, Canada)
Is this discussion still active? I noticed the last post was in Dec of last year.
If so, my question has always been; how good are these techniques for a guy that's already pretty good with women (but not pulling a girl EVERY weekend, and she's not always a 9 or 10 either). What material would you recommend reading?
Do you have a favorite pickup during your time at Pro-Ho? Like that moment with the perfect girl when every aspect of your game just game together, similar to what Neil experienced with the 10 & 11 in Miami?
And have you surpassed it since then?
Personally, I was never a fan of Neil in person or otherwise. I never felt he was genuine; like everything was calculated in some way. That really puts me off about anybody. Then again, that may just be Hollywood. It wouldn't be anything new. I guess that's the reason I moved back to the ATX from there. Where ever you go, there you are, yet still, some places you just prefer.
Btw, I meant to say, thank you for the referral (and you don't even realize it). Maybe one day we can swap Pamplona/travel stories if our paths ever cross. -N
Definitely. Let me know well-enough in advance and we can do a satellite radio show together instead of the podcast. It'll be fun for you to go to SiriusXM and talk to 18.5 million people with us. ;)
hey ty, nice post. i have to say i wish Neil didnt go as hard on tyler and his camp as he did in the book, because the book put me off RSD, until one day i started doing some reading, and now i love RSD, i even went to go to a free seminar done by Tim. RSD all the way wooooo
ps was mystery really as psychotic, as he is decribed in the book, where he cries like a baby, and starts demolishing the house? he doesnt seem like that on TV at all..
This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.
Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.
In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.
From the WIkipedia entry on Upaya in Buddhism, translated into English roughly as "skillful or expedient means to an end" --
"Shariputra, suppose that in a certain town in a certain country there was a very rich man. He was far along in years and his wealth was beyond measure. He had many fields, houses and menservants. His own house was big and rambling, but it had only one gate. A great many people--a hundred, two hundred, perhaps as many as five hundred--lived in the house. The halls and rooms were old and decaying, the walls crumbling, the pillars rotten at their base, and the beams and rafters crooked and aslant. At that time a fire suddenly broke out on all sides, spreading through the rooms of the house. The sons of the rich man, ten, twenty perhaps thirty, were inside the house. When the rich man saw the huge flames leaping up on every side, he was greatly alarmed and fearful and thought to himself, I can escape to safety through the flaming gate, but my sons are inside the burning house enjoying themselves and playing games, unaware, unknowing, without alarm or fear. The fire is closing in on them, suffering and pain threaten them, yet their minds have no sense of loathing or peril and they do not think of trying to escape! "Shariputra, this rich man thought to himself, I have strength in my body and arms. I can wrap them in a robe or place them on a bench and carry them out of the house. And then again he thought, this house has only one gate, and moreover it is narrow and small. My sons are very young, they have no understanding, and they love their games, being so engrossed in them that they are likely to be burned in the fire. I must explain to them why I am fearful and alarmed. The house is already in flames and I must get them out quickly and not let them be burned up in the fire! Having thought in this way, he followed his plan and called to all his sons, saying, 'You must come out at once!" But though the father was moved by pity and gave good words of instruction, the sons were absorbed in their games and unwilling to heed them. They had no alarm, no fright, and in the end no mind to leave the house. Moreover, they did not understand what the fire was, what the house was, what the danger was. They merely raced about this way and that in play and looked at their father without heeding him. "At that time the rich man had this thought: the house is already in flames from this huge fire. If I and my sons do not get out at once, we are certain to be burned. I must now invent some expedient means that will make it possible for the children to escape harm. The father understood his sons and knew what various toys and curious objects each child customarily liked and what would delight them. And so he said to them, 'The kind of playthings you like are rare and hard to find. If you do not take them when you can, you will surely regret it later. For example, things like these goat-carts, deer-carts and ox-carts. They are outside the gate now where you can play with them. So you must come out of this burning house at once. Then whatever ones you want, I will give them all to you!' "At that time, when the sons heard their father telling them about these rare playthings, because such things were just what they had wanted, each felt emboldened in heart and, pushing and shoving one another, they all came wildly dashing out of the burning house."