Big Mike’s Baroque Lovin’

Hey there.

It’s time once again for the RSD Coach of the Month Issue.
Each month, I like to showcase ONE of our many talented
Executive Coaches.

This month, I’ve selected none other than BIG MIKE. This
guy is spectacular in the field, and just a hell of a
guy all-around.

Mike started his career with Real Social Dynamics as a
corporate finance intern, and then a business manager. While
in the field with Tyler, he demonstrated a strong potential
and was invited to join the RSD Instructor Training Program
while living at the Project Hollywood Mansion.

During his first weekend of Live Programs, Mike demonstrated
a natural ability to consistently get women, whether they
were with their girlfriends, talking to other men, or by
themselves. After graduating from UCLA with a bachelor’s
degree in philosophy, Mike dedicated himself to “the game”.

Mike has traveled the world as an international playboy and a
“bad boy” that women love to be around. From engaging in
threesomes from his first weekend out with RSD, to seducing
gorgeous Hollywood socialites, Mike has added a new twist and
dynamic to the company.

When women meet Mike, they are quickly engaged in verbal
jousts leading to sexual tension and physical intimacy. With
an uncanny ability to captivate a woman over the phone, Mike is
able to consistently meet and date beautiful women.

During several months as the wingman of Real Social Dynamics
Executive Coaches from Australia, Europe, and North America,
Mike refined his already natural skill-set, and he is teaching
his own unique method during RSD Live Programs.

Today, Mike decided to share a recent successful pickup with
you. Here it is.

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So I was at home in Pasadena staying with my parents for a while.
I’ve been pretty sick with the flu recently, so haven’t been
going out.

Anyway, its about midnight last night and I’m bored
as hell. So I call a taxi and have him take me to Colorado
Blvd., which was totally poppin. There was at least six
bar/lounge places with long lines out front.

DAMN. Not because of the lines ($20 should get me through out
here), but because I look like crap. My hair is going 8
directions, lips are chapped to hell, i’m pale as hell, and
i got on a ralph lauren cyclist edition velour suit.

Yeah, some sh!t I got for my birthday in 9TH GRADE. It wasn’t
only a velour suit people, it was the fcukin cyclist edition.
This was bought so long ago, Lance Armstrong had two testicles.
Blue, red, and silver, up and down all over the place, with
large Ralph Lauren branding.

Oh well it looked better than the rest of me.

I wasn’t going into no tight club looking like this though.
Punking fools and hitting their wack girls back in the day,
and now I return home and look like this?

I’d be worse than Al Bundy. Hell No.

So I go to the bathroom at subways and try to clean myself up
as much as possible. It’s the first time in 3 days my hair had
contact with water. Now I feel a little better, I still look
pale but it’s workable, and the outfit I can play off if some
chode tries to call me out on it.

So at least I can go in some mediocre bar, no way am I going
into some A crowd place. I walk down the strip, recognize
someone through the window working security. It was Big E from
continuation school.

Some fat bastard I thought I’d never have to cross paths with
again. So I skip the line walk right to the doorman and before
I can say anything he says “don’t you see there’s a long line
who do you think you are.”

I tell him I’m with Big E. He doesn’t know a Big E. Damn fat
bastard changed his name, and I never knew his real name. So
as I walk away from the door I yell Big E. He comes over.

I slap hands with him then go motormouth “Wassup dog, damn, I
was just walking and I saw you in the window I barely
recognized you.”

“This is my first time in Pasadena in 3 years nobody told me
it goes down like this all this time im stuck working my
step-uncle’s tractor in Missouri you guys party like this
every night damn I know you’re bankin hoes left and right
doing this you probably hittin some notchers out here.”

The punk doorman cuts me off and says is he in or out, Big
E brings me in. I slap hands with him once again then go to
the bar.

They have a sign that says Top Rated Mojitos so I order one
(yeah I know its a chick drink, but I like them a lot). As
soon as I order I notice my hands smell like crap. Big E was
stank. Disgusting chode probably fingered himself the last
time he took a squat. So off to the bathroom to wash off.

I come back, mojito is ready. Tasted pretty damn good. Down
it, order another one. Only $6 here, they’re $10 at Nacionale,
only place in Hollywood (besides skybar) you can get one.

Then girl opens me “you got a mojito i love mojitos.”

Girl was a 7 but there was some chode in between us and she
had another chode to her left. So I respond “its my first
time here but they make them damn good.”

She responds “yeah this is the only place i go to for
mojitos.” What the hell. Like this hole in the wall is fcukin
Spago’s.

Anyway I notice I’m getting the chode gaze from the two dorks
sitting beside her. Chode closest to me has a USC hat on.
That pisses me off even more, back when I lived out
here those chodes were never allowed out here. Anyway I tell
USCchode “hey bro, you should get your lovely lady a mojito.”

He goes “uhhhhh.”

I say, “Cool hat bro, you know I’m in the middle of my drink
so you and the lovely lady go ahead and get one and I’ll get
the next round.”

Bartender chick sees this and looks at us, and I tell her “she
wants a mojito, but our friend here (I sway the chode’s head
with the brim of his hat) hasn’t made up his mind yet.”

The chode orders a beer doesn’t even offer his friend. He looks
like a complete cheapskate who got choded into buying his
girl a drink. So I chat up the bartender for about 10 minutes.

The two guys are off in a chode trance while the girl is
clamoring for attention. Then I get a phone call, and all of
a sudden the bar closes. And when a bar closes out here, this
isn’t like saddle ranch where you get another half hour, here
it closes in two minutes.

Damn I’m thinking I have to at least attempt this. On the
sidewalk, the girl gives the USC guy a hug and he chodes off.

I go up to her and shake her hand and say “hey it was nice
meeting you, you’ll owe me next time for pimpin’ you that
drink” and I pat the other chode she was with on the
shoulder and tell him to drive safely. At this point I’m in
dontgiveafcuk mood, so I’m gonna run a BS routine.

I say “hey i need a female opinion, my friend just adopted
these two little boys and he wants to name them after an
80s rock duo. he was telling me duran duran but i don’t think
it’s the best idea.”

Girl responds with “huh, huh” as the chode contemplates this.
Oh well it didn’t hit.

I tell girl “damn i didn’t realize it’s so cold and there’s
no cabs out here.” (cabs arent allowed to pick up passengers
on colorado blvd, only side streets, i knew this but i dont
think the girl did)

Girl then says, “well we have to walk that way to our cars.”

I say “there aren’t any cabs here so i might as well go in
your direction, hopefully I find something cuz its freezing.”

So we walk three blocks and the girl says I’m parked this way,
and the chode is parked the other way. So the chode splits off,
says “it was great meeting you,” and I give him the chode
wave of serenity.

Now it’s time for me to go to work. But the girl was being
lame. She had the voice of a ten-year-old and was a total loser.
Everything she said bored the hell out of me.

She tried telling me she was a club promoter, like they
actually have those in this city. She tells me about some
supercool New Year’s party she’s throwing.

Out here, if a chick tells you she’s a club promoter it means
she works at SuperCuts. So we get to her car and I tried
baiting her into a pull. I tell her “do you know where I can
get a cab I seriously need to get home.”

She says “nope.”

DAMN.

Then I say “my phone died on me at the bar, can I use yours
to call a cab?”

She says “do you know the number to a cab company?”

I said “no, I’ll use 411.”

She says “my phone doesn’t have 411.” BS. This is the
brokest chick I’ve ever seen. Even worse, because she’s just
had to lie to me, her state has completely crashed.

I say, “Well why don’t I just go back to your place and call
a cab from there, it’ll be easiest and that way I also won’t
freeze my ass off out here.”

She says “Umm, I guess.” That’s enough for me. I get in the
car. We drive 15 minutes in the car talking about nonsense.
She tells me she’s had two serious boyfriends and those are
the only partners she’s ever had.

We get to her place, and she lives in the back pool house of
some bigger house. A one room place with a tiny kitchen and
bathroom.

I ask her where the phone is. I pick up the phone and pretend
to call a cab. Then I got off the phone and tell her the cab
will be here in 15-20 minutes. So she puts on the TV, and lies
on the bed while I sit on the chair next to the bed.

This isn’t ideal. Before she fell asleep I figured I
might as well do something, so I caressed her inner thigh like
a weird perv. She moves my hand and says “what are you doing”
and I jump on the bed and caveman her. After a minute she says
“wait, wait, wait, hold on,” and runs to the bathroom.

She’s in there for over 10 minutes. If I had a car here I
would have just bounced. But then she comes out as if she had
a damn halloween costume on.

Her hair is all frizzed, her eyes became bright blue when they
were brown earlier, and she looked like a ghost cuz her face had
white powder all over it.

WHAT THE HECK!!! This chick looked like MOZART.

She then asks me how do I like it, I tell her it looks fine.
This made her a bit uneasy, but I really didn’t know how to
respond to this.

Anyway we continue messing around and then she busts some
resistance on me, like we’re in high school. At this point
I’m hating this nearly as much as I hate the Canadian Embassy
(long story).

So I keep pushing, telling her how hot she is and how bright
her eyes are. I get her jeans off and she says “ok, i’m going
to have sex with you but only on one condition.”

I say, “What is it?”

She says “You have to promise to come to my party.”

I say fine, and it’s on.

Thirty seconds into it I say “Don’t give me this crap about
your party; you would’ve had sex with me regardless of
whether I went to your party.” And she laughs. It would’ve
sounded a lot tighter if I told her that before I did her,
but at this point I didn’t want to risk it.

When I got home this morning, I had so much white powder on
me cuz of that crap that she put on her face that my little
sister asked me if I fell into a construction ditch.

Damn this was really weird. Why can’t laying a girl be normal
anymore, like it used to be when you could just bang, she’d
call you the next day, you’d blow her off, and it was over?

No wonder guys complain about not getting laid, I mean this
has become so complex I’m surprised I still get laid.

-Mike

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Thanks Mike. Great report with a lot of substance to it. I’m
sure the readers will get a lot out of it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little tale. My intent here
was to show you how easy this game is when you’re able to
think on your feet and have all your bases covered.

And that’s exactly what we give you in our LIVE programs.

When you take one of our Individualized Bootcamps, you’ll
get all of the tools in our arsenal… tools developed by
our Executive Coaches over the course of several YEARS in
the field. We’ve tried everything, discarded that which
didn’t work, and kept the stuff that worked CONSISTENTLY.

Once you know this stuff, it’s just a matter of plugging
it in at the appropriate times.

That’s why we don’t stop there… we take you out to the
streets and clubs, so you can hone your newfound skills to
a razor’s edge.

And the RSD Executive Coaches will be there, right beside
you, to provide real-time critique and analysis until
your sticking points are eradicated.

You get the skills, then jump into the fray with world-class
pick up artists who have EARNED THEIR SCARS.

Sign up today by visiting our web site:

http://www.realsocialdynamics.com/n/bootcamps.asp

Here’s what a former Bootcamp student had to say after
taking the program:

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“After my first RSD seminar/workshop 70% of my life long
anxiety around women disappeared…i walked out with a way
to approach hot women but my natural flow was still not
there.

3 weeks later, I invested in my New York Bootcamp and my
old reality was totally destroyed and now I have options
like a skilled surfer looking for fun waves.

The seminar is great for the newbie just to own the frame
that this is a FUN SKILL SET and not an indicator of
intrinsic value as a human being.

As far as bootcamp is concerned I was amazed at how personal
the attention is…Tim, Todd, Mike, Jeffy, and John were
amazing and before the programs I could never imagine
making out with hot women at the club.

I had to rely on my looks and college social circle.
(i.e. bang the freshmen and delay my graduation and fear
aging)

After the bootcamp my vision of the world has changed and I
am over fast makeouts and gimmicks and focused on selecting
only high quality women worthy of my time.

I can walk into clubs (a thought that used to literally make
me sick to my stomach) and now toy with my reality and the
people in it.

Women approach me just on the social proof i get from my
interactions with the other women, and the fear other guys
have standing on death row envying my game also magnifies
my value.

The time and money I have invested with RSD plus the London
Super Conference are worth it, and I plan to continue
investing in this area as the returns in the way I feel
about myself are priceless.”

-MG
New Orleans

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Look, if you’re really serious about getting this area of
your life under control, there’s no quicker way to do it
than by taking one of our programs.

We’re called REAL Social Dynamics for a reason.

Because we’re REAL and IN THE FIELD. Each of our Executive
Coaches has been subjected to an exhaustive training
program to ensure they’re up to our exacting standards.

Maybe you don’t have the time and resources right now to take
the full Bootcamp program. In that case, you should check out
the SUPERCONFERENCE.

It’s two days of classroom seminar taught by Tyler himself.
This is like backing up a dump truck filled with all of the
juiciest secrets in the pickup game and dumping it right on
your head. You’ll have full access to the man who started it
all.

Space is limited, and each Superconference has sold out well
in advance. Reserve your spot today by visiting our website:

http://www.realsocialdynamics.com/n/seminars.asp

You’ll be glad you did.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed today’s issue as much as I did. I’ll
talk to you soon.

Until then, take it easy.

Sincerely,

Jeffy, Executive Coach
REAL SOCIAL DYNAMICS