
Not this Game, the other type of game.
Game.
Yeah, we’re talking about game today. More specifically, we’re talking about how “game” doesn’t actually need to exist. Anybody that tells you that they have “game” with the ladies is an insecure braggart. “Game?” Really? You know how to have a conversation. Good. You know how to be interesting and not socially awkward. Good. You know how to relate to someone. Wonderful. None of this means in any way that you have “game.” Rather, you’re a normal and functional member of society with abnormally high talents in the social arena, hence, you attract people to be in your company. Congrats.
I hate that we have to codify common sense these days. I really despise the fact that just talking to women, a relatively simple idea, has to be trapped in this as well. There’s something inherently wrong with society when we have to treat women like animals and objects and come up with theories and ideas and convoluted strategies to merely strike up a conversation and engender commonalities. Either you have it, or you don’t. We all have our particular malfunctions, and if yours so happens to be getting sweaty palmed and knock kneed around the opposite sex, well, I’m sorry, It doesn’t mean that you’re somehow dysfunctional, it means that you likely have a helluva lot more talent elsewhere, stereotypically in making rockets fly or inventing things. So what? You can’t talk to a woman. Well, once she figures out you invented rubber cement and are a billionaire, I’m thinking you look a whole lot more attractive than me in many ways, a very charismatic nine to five drone with terrific insomnia and a writing problem.
But what to do if again, you have no “game,” and like a vast preponderance of the universe wish to presuppose that the concept is real? That’s why we’re here today. To teach you how to keep it simple, work hard, and achieve success. Good thing is, there’s someone for everyone. Sure, you may not win the Jessica Simpson or Rosa Acosta sweepstakes, but, if you really thought that was you, you’re both an asshole and an idiot, and I have no time for you.
Three simple suggestions:
a) Get to know people. Talk. Converse. With everyone. In 1960, British plastic surgeon Dr. Maxwelll Maltz posited that the human mind takes 21 days to form a habit. I tend to think that talking to one woman a day for 21 days isn’t terribly difficult. It can be as brief as chatting up the barista at the coffee shop, or as complex as chatting up an office employee. Take the late bus home? That bus driver can’t go anywhere, and neither can you. In any event, you’re either going to sink or swim, and learn the hard way what works. I hate on TV “geek to chic” dating shows when they make people talk to 75 people in their high school in one day. Instead, 1 person for 20 seconds or 20 minutes helps to teach calm, patience, listening and how to keep a flow, all important concepts.
b) Exposure. As with anything, breaking out of your pre-determined shell of what your life is is always a great idea to destroy social hangups. Going to the gym, shopping at a different grocery store, drinking at a different bar, going out with a different set of friends forces you to expand, and, at the same time expands your social net. No need for speed dating or couples tango or any of that nonsense. Just keep it simple. You’ll be surprised that if you are a computer programmer who plays Dungeons and Dragons, your lack of “game” in the hottest trance club may be a big hit at your neighborhood dive bar. The more you expose yourself, the better off your “game” becomes.
c) Comfort. Increase your comfort level in yourself. Look at yourself hard in the mirror if you say you have no “game.” There’s definitely something about you that makes them appear wildly uncomfortable in public surroundings. You don’t need a “makeover coach” to tell you you probably want to lose 20 pounds. You probably don’t need a makeover coach to tell you you want to switch eyewear. You probably don’t need a makeover coach to tell you you need a shave and a haircut. A makeover coach doesn’t need to tell you that the story about getting drunk with your boys and shooting off potato guns in the forest while drinking Natty Bohs isn’t exactly a smooth opener. Imagine the ideal you want to reach, and achieve it. Strive for it, make it your goal, and watch your talents increase with “game.”
In conclusion, a story.
Eight years ago I was a 190 pound ex-DJ and office worker who wore ill fitting khakis and rumpled shirts to work with scuffed dress shoes. I got tore down drunk three nights a week in top 40 clubs attempting to look for women who wouldn’t even think about checking for me. When that failed I sat in my apartment for months of nights and really shut off all contact with the outside world. When that concept (as well as my body) started to stink, I did things for fun like grow Grizzly Adams beards and walk into temp assignments looking like a werewolf. From there, I spent weekends on Greyhound buses as a pro wrestling journalist and later performer as a manager, traveling to shows up and down the East coast. I moped about dating and meeting women and stumbled into an eventually horrible relationship because I was unhappy with myself and depressed, and was amazed that someone took pity on my dopey eyes and subtle wit. Not a good look.
Fast forward and I had an ideal in mind, and either met or exceeded every standard I wanted. Do I have any more or less “game” than before? More than certainly debatable. But somehow, by expanding my social circles as I was making necessary improvements to myself, as well as talking to just about everyone I met, and knowing and mastering the changes that I felt needed to be made, I’ve succeeded. To have “game” is hard. The concept is more than certainly ridiculous, but if you choose to believe in it, there’s the answers to having it.
At the end of the day, it all boils down to common sense. Achieve, understand and stay true to that, achieve the nirvana of “game.”
If you don’t know, now you know. You’ve been edukated.
Marcus Dowling is all over the Internet. You can read what he has to say, usually about music, at his own site, True Genius Requires Insanity (tgrionline.com), as well as Brightest Young Things (brightestyoungthings.com), The Couch Sessions (thecouchsessions.com), Baltimore’s 41Yo.com, and Atlanta’s Art Nouveau Magazine (an-mag.com) and a full slate of others as well. Follow him on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/marcuskdowling.