Darren Brown: Using NLP to pick up women [Video Included]

For those unfamiliar with the acronym/term NLP, it stands for Neuro-Linguistic Programming.

It’s a concept & technique we use in the pick-up community, where we seduce the target (the woman) via tapping into her subconscious(opposed to trying to seduce her on a conscious and physically level).

The video has great captions to break down what’s actually taking place in set step by step.

I’ve only heard of Darren Brown about a year and a half ago, but I been familiar with the NLP gaming some years now [Ross Jefferie’s Speed Seduction].

So check it out.
Good stuff for the fellaz to a fresh start to 2012.

Pop, Rock & R’n’B turn men into pussies!!!


I don’t believe this revelation is anything grand or novel.

It’s no secret that the pop-culture caters to women’s whims, fantasies and desires, thus excluding the men and what we want and expect from women.

I love R&B by the way: the 90’s stuff from R. Kelly, Joe, Ginuwine, Jodeci, etc.

However, such lyrics have managed to turn men into tricks, losers, BETAS, doormats, supplicators and bitches.

How so?

By giving men the WRONG idea of how to show interest in women.

Classic theme of R&B:

*Tells men to reward women for anything.

*Tells men to reward women even though they’ve been a complete bitches.

*Tells men that women are always right.

*Women must be pampered and spoiled to death.

*Buy her jewelry and nice things to show her that you care or love her (eventhough she’s not your GF).

*Spend on her royally in order to show her that you want her.

*Take it slow as possible.

All the above Beta suggestions will not get you anywhere with women!

I fucking learned that the hard way! But men still are convinced that that’s the way to go in order to get the girl.

Top 4 most Beta/pussy lyrics excepts from 4 of my favorite R&B songs (these lyrics make me cringe to even write them):

Artist: Joe

Song: All the things

Lyrics“treat you like something precious as gold. I’m ready to do all the things your man won’t do. I’ll give the world to make you mines”.

Translation: You should pedestal the fuck out of this chic who you’re trying to court [obviously hadn’t banged her yet]. Her man won’t pedestal her so you’re to come in a promise to anything for her. You should do anything for her to make her yours [including spending, shopping sprees, dropping all other prospects].

Artist: Jagged Edge

Song: He can’t love you

Lyrics“can’t believe I let you leave. I’m half way going crazy. He can’t do for you like I can”.

Translation: Despite she being wrong, you should beg her not to leave or break up since she’s so precious. You should compete for her to prove to her that you really want her.

Artist: Dru Hill

Song:In my bed

Lyrics: …”Somebody’s sleeping in my bed and it’s messing up my head [his girl is cheating]. I gave you money, and every little thing that you need. I gave you the world cause you were my girl…”

Translation: You should do anything and everything for you girlfriend. Then when she does cheat out of ingratitude and feeling privileged, spoiled and bored, you should throw it in her face that you spent money on her like crazy [in hopes she would feel sorry and take you back, despite she being the cheater].

Artist: Sammie

Song: Crazy things I do for love

Lyrics: …”I’ll put you in the flyest gear making sure you tight. Money ain’t a thing: only if you promise not to game. Kiss me girl and I’ll spend every dollar in my name…”

Translation: Buy buy buy and fucking buy! Buy this strange girl you’d just picked up fine things (high-priced dinners, shoes, etc). Money is no object so she can use you like an ATM.


*The common theme of all the above lyrics was this: Treat women like spoiled fucking kids, entitled to the world in order to get her.

*If she cheats…Fuck it! Just beg her to stay anyway (since it’s never her fault)!

*The key to a woman’s heart, pussy and a relationship with her is via ‘SPENDING’ ($$$). Show that you can spend more than the other guy who might be trying to get her by outspending you!

*Buy her gifts and shit although you don’t know her from Adam. Just put her on a grand pedestal bro’!

Now, for the readers who might be saying, “But men don’t take advice from what they listen on TV, radio and the media”.


Of course we do!

The #1 dating advisor to men and women is music; hands fucking down!

Before I got into the pick-up community, R&B music was what advised me on how to get women.

Irony is: I never got laid from following the advice!

I used to spend on women like fucking crazy: shoes, flowers, teddy bears and chocolates for Valentines…The women would take the gifts but end up fucking Joe Blow who never bought her shit!

Was I the only male victim of this massive-social scammery via love music which caters to women?

Hell no!

Most of my buddies (who are AFC’s and Beta’s), their impression of getting women is via ‘Spending, Expensive Dates, Love Poems and Sending her texts messages saying: “you’re the light of my soul. I would go through hell for your love”. No wonder they don’t get laid thus reverting to banging hookers at brothels on weekends.

Love songs from every genre: Pop, Rock and R&B need to be eradicated in order for men to start being Alphas and real men.

Hopefully that would be a new New Years resolution for us men: to stop catering to women while putting our own needs and wants on the back burner.

Nothing is essentially wrong with listening to beta-male music. Just as long as you don’t take their advice as literal and a guideline to getting and keeping the girl.

Field Report: “KINO Lesson The Arab Way”



It’s been 3 straight nights of hard-bar game at the same bar I gamed at 2 nights ago [Christmas Eve Field Report (at the bar)]. I’m going and going like a damn energizer-bunny!!!

Last night, I entered the bar and spotted a 2 set chubby girls sitting alone at a table waiting on drinks. I wasn’t gonna wait around like an anti-social dude, so I said WTH, I might as well entertain the fatties until some hotter girls rolled in [social proof]. So I rolled over to their table [an empty seat was there], time constraint, sat down by saying, “I’m not asking anyone’s permission to sit here. It’s a free world so let’s enjoy the freedom while it lasts”. Cheeky/cocky-funny lines like those are my favorite. They never fail me. I threw it with a sly smile and the girls giggled away at how ballsy I was.

A while later, some Arab dude rolled up to the table,introduced himself, started chatting up the other fatty, grabbed a seat and started gaming. Talk about balls. This MOFO had game and exuded an alpha confidence that made me look like a fucking looser! The thing that was surprising about his verbal game (which I over heard via his poor English) was that he used negs and he never held back on saying shit that the average guy would see as ‘forward, disrespectful and inappropriate’.

This MOFO had game!

Most of all: he KINO’d the fuck out of that girl [meaning he got physically romantic with her]!!! Right off the bat!!!

It wasn’t loud at all in the venue, but the Syrian-Rico Suave understood KINO and getting close, so he was all up in her ear and on her shoulders.


The girl was totally into him after a while: getting all up into his space.

Doesn’t he look like Fatush from the movie Zohan with the bandana on his head?

I wasn’t doing much of anything besides waiting for some HB’s to come through. I mean- I was definitely active (verbally) and keeping the vibe up, but I wasn’t engaging my fatty despite talking to me. One more beer and those chubbies probably would be looking like models I would lay, but I just drank a Coors and relaxed.

Funny thing about it though,these girls were fucking buying out their asses!! I never had to spend a dime. Neither did the Syrian dude. This guy was awesome in that he didn’t go AFC and buy drinks. These girls were literally slinging drinks at us as if to get us drunk or something!!! They ordered some tacos and pizza for all of us [go figure- they really should not have been eating that shit].

About 2 hours in, some HB9’s rolled in so I approached and open at the counter, “Hey, you’re that girl who stood me up the other night [with a smile of course]. That was messed up. The 2 set smiled and giggled and denied it was her. The fatter one gravitated to me as if she planned on picking me up. What the fuck is with me and big girls!? They seem to always try re-open me and select me as their targets.

Hot chic in white was my target who I’d hit with the ‘stood me up’ line.

My target was the trim one but the bigger one basically brushed her aside and started engaging me! Fuck!!! So the slimmer one was being chatted up by some AFC dude. I was literally in set for like 45 minutes with this hefty girl (who was mighty cute in the face BTW ) but she kept pushing comfort/rapport stuff looking for a deep connection by talking to me about having a miscarriage years ago…So I snuck back off to the original fatty-set. The Arab dude was hugged up with his, 2 other black dudes were at the table tag teaming the other one. The girls was busting on me for bouncing on them…

The key lesson for all of us (from the Syrian-Rico Suave) is this:

KINO, KINO, KINO!!! And you don’t have to buy girls drinks in order to get some play. Have the girls buy you drinks instead. That’s a more powerful tactic to make her invest.

This dude pecked her on the cheeks, hugged her, touched her waist (after talking about some body tattoos), massaged her arms, tugged on her chubby cheeks like a mom would do to her chubby baby. This fucking dude was the quintessential example of an Alpha. His calibration and timing was so ‘ON’ that whenever he’d KINO’d, the girl never recoiled since it wasn’t awkward.

I learned a lot last night from the Arab stallion. Who knows what the hell happened. They all left together (while I was engaging some other girls). Maybe they had a fatty 3-some.

I wanna believe KINO is huge in the Middle-East, or at least customary, because the way this guy came off from the gate seems as if it’s something he was born with.

And check out Christmas Eve Field Report.

Christmas-Eve Field Report & Night Game Sarge [2011]


*It’s 2 AM, just strolling in, tipsy as a man on the edge of a cliff, barely made it up my flight of stairs. :sick:

Hopefully I’m sober enough to even write this field report without slurring the message, so forgive me if I get sloppy.

Ok guys, for those who follow me on Twitter, you would’ve known that I was out all night at a new bar on island.

I was supposed to meet up with a Canadian girl (an HB9), but she never showed [I showed up too late I believe], so I quickly settled into a usual rhythm.

There were lots of chicks strolling the streets outside the bar, so I decided to put my iPhone to whatever good use it has to snap some pics while my buddies run some street game.

*[I fell asleep, just woke up Sunday morning feeling sober].

Ok, before I entered the bar, I was chillin’ with my wingmen trying to pull some hotties out of a rental car while at the Square [a popular, hustle & bustle area on the island].


* [A crew of fatties congregating. I guess they all roll in packs or herds]. 😉


*[My wingman for the night, “Box” ,calls over the hottest one of the bunch to start gaming her. Apparently, she has a pouch on the tummy. Apart from that: she’s a solid 9.3 in the face. She’s tall as hell though [probably 6’1]!!!


* The chubby friend of the HB-Tall girl tries pulling the external interrupt by calling her over- she obliges.

This is why you must befriend the friend of the target [crucial mistake by Box].

As I analyzed the interaction, there were major girl code being tossed around, nevertheless, my boy Box stays persistent and bust on her for being the lap-dog to her friend.

This allowed him some extra time to game on.


* Ten minutes later, “Box” is still in-set not giving up easily as most guys would.

Persistence is key here guys [burn it to the fucking ground]!

The girl slowly walks off but Box stays at it!

He was getting good vibes BTW! Just that her fat-fucking friend kept sabotaging the set!!! 😡

I could’ve occupied the obstacle [the plumper], but I was more concerned with breaking down the in-field dynamics which were taking place.


* We pulled up (in the renter car) beside 2 chicks who were standing in the fucking street virtually blocking traffic [they do that a lot here where they congregate in mid road]!

One was super-slim, the other OK. Nothing much happened.


*The fellaz stayed outside running street pick up while I went solo to the bar straight ahead.


* My first time in this new bar that just opened last week [no grenades here so far].

The 2 bartenders were hot as furnaces! One white, the other black.

Wow, these girls were drinking while bartending! Now that’s progressive!


*I don’t usually game hired guns [waiters, bartenders, strippers, etc.], but I chatted them up a bit.

The black one (on the left) is from NYC and the white chick is from Toronto.

My wings for the night shortly after entered the bar, we grabbed a table, few bottles (red wine and Smirnoffs)…

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, but I went to the counter and said to the black bartender, “Do you still model”?

Must have been the alcohol talking to re-open with such a lame/AFC’ish question!!!

She gave me a “WTF” grimace so I said to her, “When we chatted earlier, you told me you modeled”.

The chat stalled, I C & B (crashed and burned)…

Adjacent to our table was a 4-set: 1 fat, the other 3 model-figured [no footage though].

I opened the set by saying to the chubby one [since she was the leader of the group/alpha female], “Hey, why don’t you be a nice girl and take my pic’? You’re taking everyone else’s pic’ in the damn bar. What happened to me”!!? 😆

That was a solid-banter line to break the ice [banter is the biggest part of my game].

As expected, she LOLs, grabs the camera from her girlie bag and took some photos of me and the boys.

Before I got to chat up her friends via introduction [I didn’t have a target in mind as yet], some orbiter tries AMOG’ing me to lower my value and blow me out of the set. But I employed the best AMOG destroyer tactic: simply ignored him!

Found out that they were from the NY Tri-State area (Waterbury, Connecticut) down here for the holiday.

Before they left the bar, they told us to meet up with them at some party or club.

The details were sketchy (probably since they weren’t familiar with the island) ,so I didn’t even know where the hell to meet up with them!

* Key note here: It’s a must that you first open the leader of any set.

You cannot open a set by going straight for the target and ignoring the leader of the group.

You’ll get blown the fuck out via girl-code. So that’s why I’d opened the fat one since she was the loudest one (in other words leader of the set). So once you win her over, the other girls in her social circle MUST conform.


My boys bounced to the club, I was too tired and had a bit too much red wine so I took my ass home instead.

No telling what would’ve transpired with the CT girls (had I went to the club) but the bed was calling.

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