How the Game Was One/Won

This is a continuation of my posts on exploring The Game, both the book and the whole secret society of guys trying to get girls (because it’s a big secret guys try to do this..? Why not a secret society of breathing?). It has it’s own category above if you’d like to catch up on the posts and read them in order.

Here are my impressions of chapter one:

Here I expect we’ll get right into the women and picking up, but instead the book opens with the supposed master of all PUA wanting to commit suicide. It’s apparently on behalf of a girl. How’s that for confusing?

It’s a good hook and it reads like a very intentional hook. You expect the book to start in one general place, and next thing you know, you’re in a mental hospital. Wow, how did that happen? I guess I have to read the whole thing now. Yay literary devices!

I wasn’t disappointed completely. Before the end of the chapter, the very hot psychiatrist is told that in a different time, different place, she too would be swept off her feet by Mystery: PUA extraordinaire. The narrator who calls himself Style, the author himself I assume, lays it on thick that this is the absolute truth: Mystery is the man. Style says he’s the man too, but Mystery’s a man’s man (man). They are both the man, and yet Mystery is trying to kill himself.

And meanwhile you wonder what killing yourself has to do with pickup.

Also, I’m left to empathize with the woman behind the desk who gives the, “Uh,-huh, suuuuuuure.” politeness. I roll my eyes with her.

I hope there is meaning to this chapter by the end of the book, and this isn’t just a hook. I enjoy meaning. If suicidal tendencies can be turned into a good meaning, I’m all for it. I’m just hoping that meaning isn’t going in the direction of, “See what happens when you fall for a girl? They ruin you and you want to commit suicide, so stay in the game and don’t fall for the stupid bitches.” I automatically plot out possibilities as I read books. Maybe it’s just my previous prejudices and preconceptions showing, but it’s possible at this point things may be headed in that direction.

Tarot Reading


Situation: 7 of Wands Reversed – Misgivings about an outcome of something recent which is making you perplexed and anxious. Someone’s hesitation has caused a loss.

Background: Page of Pentacles – Bad news, illogical thinking, and wasting what has been gained

Myself: The Lovers – Partnership in love and trust, perfection in communication, honor and romance, beauty, and a couple who can work together to overcome trials.

Influences/Surroundings (Him): 4 of Swords – Someone who is resting in seclusion and meditating

Conclusion: 2 of Swords – Balance in a dangerous, precarious spot. There is a possibility of problems ahead and a difficult decision. I have to chose between the lesser of two evils, but have the knowledge and ability to balance and make the best of the situation.

Since I got this tarot deck from my best friend at my fifteenth birthday party, from the first reading everything was accurate. Since then I’ve found that accuracy doesn’t always mean helpful and insightful. Times like these I’m told mostly what I already know. The ability to focus on a situation and see clearly what is ahead doesn’t always make the road less rocky, windy, or dangerous. A sign that says caution doesn’t necessarily make having caution any easier.

None of the cards that came up surprised me in the least. The two of swords is worrisome because it confirms that things are as dangerous as I’m worried they are, yet comforting since it’s a card of strength. It says, I can make it and come out of this as strong if not stronger.

Barriers are not the answer here. Sometimes blocking off someone is necessary, but it always comes at a great price. Every time I close off my heart, it’s more difficult to open up and trust.

When two people are set in their positions there is a stalemate. To break it, we must come out from behind our swords and see each other’s sides. I feel like this has been done, and we must stay open if we are to find peace and wholeness.

I can do this. The instinct I have is to struggle to keep my feelings under control, but instead I shouldn’t be afraid to feel and live as long as I keep my eyes open and face facts.

Life is for living.