Sex, Life, and Hannah » The Game

Would you pick up?

hannah — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 22:11:28 +0000

It was a Sunday filled with a ridiculous amount of highs and lows. Morning high: OMFG I love waking up next to you baby. Afternoon low: Why the fuck do you have to be a dick every time we go shopping? Early evening high: So you're avail and able? I was at the Single Tease launch party at Clever in Santa Monica, standing next to Mr. Available, and found myself falling for what I like to call the sneaky reverse, where instead of picking up on you, the guy does something, or in this case, wears something, that inclines you to pick up on him.

RULES! Part 6.

hannah — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 17:27:46 +0000

31. If your BF goes to jail, the Universe is giving you a 2nd chance. Seriously, stop dating hoodlums. 32. If someone insults you, they are not worthy of you. Do NOT fall for what pick-up artists call the "neg", as my friend Avflox explains, "a neg makes the girl feel embarrassed and vulnerable, causing her to change tracks and begin seeking a man's validation and approval". Ladies, give him the finger instead. 33. Don't be a whore, be a sexual strategist. Do it for love, an experience, your dream job, to live out your kinkiest fantasy, or money, a LOT of money. But don't give it away to just anyone. 34. If you love yourself the way you want to be loved, you will attract people that love you the way you want to be loved.

OMG these PUA guys…

hannah — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 23:20:40 +0000

Once upon a time I met a guy at a Sushi Bar in Santa Monica. I was going to Ballet, he was...studying handwriting. We started talking. Actually, I believe he asked me to write something down on a piece of paper so that he could, oh I don't know, give me more insight into me. Perhaps it was kismet. I had just lost my job, and he happened to need an assistant. Or perhaps he was just trying to pick me up. He was after all, as I found out later, working on a book about the pick-up artist community. Why am I bringing all this up? Life has a strange way of coming full circle. Working with Neil was definitely interesting, and the characters I met during that brief period were even more. But then I moved on, because we all eventually do, and I needed a real job. So I moved down to San Diego, and after a while lost touch with everyone until...I moved back up to LA, and one night found myself getting hit on by one of these PUAs. The next day I couldn't help myself. I got on Facebook and looked up Neil, and by crossing that path also found Ross Jeffries, and then J The Ripper was asking if he could interview me on his podcast; suddenly I was back in the game:)

The Art of Pick-Up and the X Factor.

hannah — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 22:29:08 +0000

Maybe I should have read the book before writing this blog post, and maybe I'll pick up the book this weekend to further my musings; but, my experience of last night compels me to write about this today. As I drink lemon-ginger water to cure my hangover. Last night a pick-up artist tried to pick me up. Yes, one of these secret society guys that classifies himself as a geek or loser that has little chance of ever scoring with the chick of his dreams. Or did at one time. Until he went through the twelve-step "become a stud" program and reversed his ill fate. I was standing in a line at a club (hell), but I had promised an aquaintence I'd be there for her birthday party. There was some confusion with the reservation (surprise) and she wasn't there yet, so I was stuck (lame). Suddenly a crew of four guys walks by. One of them opens, with some kind of compliment. OK that's always nice to hear. And then tells me, he can get me into the club. I agree, because I'm pissed about the line, and this birthday chick is nowhere in sight.