Mystery - The Mystery Method: How to Get Beautiful Women Into Bed

THE
MYSTERY
METHOD

THE MYSTERY METHOD. Copyright 2007 by Mystery Method Corporation. Foreword copyright 2007 by Neil Strauss. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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BOOK DESIGN BY AMANDA DEWEY

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Mystery.

The Mystery method : how to get beautiful women into bed / Mystery; foreword by Neil Strauss.

p. cm.

ISBN-13: 978-0-312-36011-5

ISBN-10: 0-312-36011-8

1. Dating (social customs). 2. Mate selections. 3. Single womenPsychology. 4. Single menPsychology. I. Title.

HQ801.M97 2006
646.77dc22 2006050645

First Edition: February 2007

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I have dedicated my life to exploring
and understanding humanity.

The Mystery Method is my humble yet ambitious attempt
to solve the greatest mystery in the universe:

women.

This work is compassionately dedicated to them.

Hey, man.

Thats how it always begins. And then he will say, in return, Hey, man.

And then one of us will say, Im tired.

And the other will say, I dont feel like going out today.

Neither do I.

Thats how it always beginswith feet, minds, hearts dragging. Thats never how it ends.

Well just go get some food.

Okay, just something quick. Im really tired.

Weve covered that already.

And I look like shit.

I noticed.

Shut up. Playful punch to the arm.

Pull in to the parking lot. It is sushi night. Every night is sushi night.

Two women walk past, probably college students. We try not to notice, but the smell of peach-scented moisturizer lingers in the air after them. It is too much for us. It sends us over the edge.

A smile creeps over his lips, color rises to his cheeks, his eyes begin to glitter mischievously.

Is that your set or mine? he asks.

I thought we werent going to sarge tonight.

I know. But look at them. Youre Style. Fucking Style, man! What would the boys say if you just let them go like that?

Yeah, but youre Mystery. You invented this shit. Lets see your stuff. Lets see if you still have it.

They disappear into a Chinese restaurant.

Oh well, theyre gone. Lets go get some sushi.

This is even better. Now theyre not moving targets.

Okay, fine. Ill do this quicklyfor you, fucker.

Ill be there in a few, to wing you.

One of us begins the slow, reluctant, weary trudge into the Chinese restaurant. He pretends as if hes walking to the bathroom, then suddenly pivots as he starts to pass the table with the girls. Deep breath. Smile. Head turns back over shoulder. Now it is timetime to toss a casual, offhand question their way, any of a number you can read about in this book.

The women respond with middling interest. This is to be expected. It is part of the game.

The next part is to pretend to leave but then, as an afterthought, make a small observation or comment or question. They take the bait. They always do. Now it is time to hook themwith the personality weve carefully cultivated, with the illusions weve spent months refining, with any of a number of other techniques that also lie in these pagesour master plan, now your master plan.

Hooked. They are hooked. Not like fish, but like new friends. This is the moment; this is what the game is all about. This is the high you get when these two complete strangers who youve approached dont want you to leave.

Thats when the other will come in from outside, feigning innocence. Accomplishment intro him before he reaches the table. They approve. He introduces himself, displaying that winning personality cobbled from thousands of approaches. We sit down with them at the table, but only for a moment, we explain. The time constraint is key. We use it liberally.

It seems we are having Chinese tonight. Our meals are not ours to determine. We must go with the flow, the flow of peach moisturizer or fall-leaves perfume or vanilla talcum powder or rose-petal conditioner. This is what we do. This is what we must do. We are not just men, we are Venusian artists. It is our calling. These sweet-smelling beings are bored. They need adventure. They need our sparkling personalities and pre-scripted value demonstrations and comfort-building routines and last-minute-resistance stories and dual-induction massages and secret-spot orgasm techniques. We need their feminine energy. Its our gasoline.

No, we are not tired anymore. We are fully awake. Wide awake and in the game. This is life. This is living. This is what we were put on this earth for, making these two girls laugh. It is music from heaven. And learning to make that music is what this book is about.

We leave with phone numbers pressed into our palms.

At least thats what happened this time, because its a true story. The most recent one. In the old days, we would have invited them out that night with us or at least followed up and called them. But now we are too busy. Our lives are already full of intrigues. We make them complicated on purpose. We see how ridiculous we can gethow far we can push the line of what is socially acceptable, sexually possible, romantically inconceivable. We enjoy the drama. We dont always enjoy the consequences. But we survive them to live and love another day.

Our lives werent always like this. They were once free of consequences, free of drama, free of love, and free of women. But we werent free. We were a slave to our desire, to the knowledge that there were guys out there who had dates and girlfriends and fun. We didnt. We watched them. We tried to figure out what they had and we didnt.

People yearn to be creative. They think that this means they must go into acting, writing, visual art, or music. But there are other arts. Cooking can be an art. So can boxing. Mysterys is social dynamics. He can play a room like Eric Clapton can play a guitar. Not like Jimi Hendrix, but like Eric Clapton.

When I learned this art, I studied at the feet of the masters. When Mystery learned it, he didnt know about masters. He didnt know there was an art. It was pure. He studied human behavior. For years. Until slowly he put it together. The charts. The diagrams. The algorithms. The technical terms. Every day, he wrapped his head around the puzzle of social interaction. Until he put together every piece. Elegantly. Neatly. Like Eric Clapton. And I dont even listen to Eric Clapton anymore. I think hes sometimes overrated. Mysterys not. Not yet. He will be one day, when pickup becomes the new workout and pumping emotions the new pumping iron.

Watching him work was the day my life changed, the day that I realized that the disease of loneliness had a cure.

That cure is the Mystery Method.

Welcome to your new lifestyle. Are you tired yet?

Neil Strauss

Nature will unapologetically weed your genes out of existence if you dont take action and learn how to attract women now.

Do I have your attention?

Good, because attracting women is a serious matter. You agree with this statement, or you wouldnt have picked up this book in the first place. But just because its a matter of life and death doesnt mean the process of attracting women cant be superfun!