The System In My Head

Meet with a seduction expert

*Ding dong*

Ben and Antonio are at the front door of a two-story house in Brooklyn. Moments after ringing the doorbell, a man opened the door.

She was in her 30s and tall, with a sturdy body, but the most striking was her clothes. That's epic. He was wearing a curved purple pimp cap that was covered by red fur. It was paired with his chinstrap beard to frame his thick face and eyebrows. With a matching purple bathrobe, he gave the impression of a cartoon emperor from a nightmare tricked Sesame Street character.

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'What have I done?' Ben wonders.

"What's the password?" The man asked.

Antonio and Ben looked at each other in confusion.

The big man pulled out his phone and played a song.

"I like it when the beats go.

Honey make your booty go-oo-ooo.

Baby I know you want to show it.

Thong thong thong thong that thong."

It was "Thong Song" by Sisqo.

Ben's face turned green. He had to summon the strength of his ancestor to avoid walking away. He gritted his teeth with determination. The dead don't have the luxury of caring about self-esteem. Besides, what self-esteem? He's already wearing that damn thing!

Ben pulled the top of his pants slightly down to reveal the shiny cloth.

The Great Man nodded as his eyes showed appreciation. "You qualify, come in."

'Because of rope? Am I qualified? Am I really?!?' Ben cursed this perverted bastard.

As Ben and Antonio enter the house, the screams of a woman come from above.

"Ine! Who's that?!?"

"Silent ma'! I have a guest!"

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Ben felt the smooth texture of the thong touching his feet as he walked. He made a decision. With shame haunting his soul, if it still didn't work out, forget about waiting a month, he would end it tonight.

The three sat on the sofa in the basement with fish tanks everywhere. "Welcome to my underwater human cave" said the big man.

'Is that a human cave for fish? whahuh? I guess it was a cave technically, because it was his mother's basement!' Ben wanted to cry. This is his savior?

"I haven't introduced myself yet. They call me Beluga."

"Because you're big?" ask Ben.

"No, because beluga caviar is the rarest and most expensive," Beluga replied with a proud expression.

'Yes.I'm not sure that's why they call you that, ' Ben thought.

At this moment, Beluga crossed his legs. Coincidentally, Ben realized that he was also wearing a thong!

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Ben shook his head. "What's with that thong thing?"

"...You don't know? Girls love it. You have to be open-minded and willing to take risks in this game."

Ben wasn't sure if he was serious. 'I'm not sure about that. Anyway, in this case, I prefer my mind to be kind and closed.'

Beluga tries to make Ben feel welcome. "Ben right? Antonio has told me all about you. He asked me to invite you here to my house. There goes. Look around you. I know it's hard to believe.living to experience a peak specimen like me. Well, I'm here to tell you. It´s real. One day, this could be your future."

Ben looked around at the dark dump filled with fish tanks. Death is starting to sound not too bad for Ben.

Ben squinted his eyes. 'I have trouble trusting this guy. This is the master pick up artist? Let me test it first.'

"Also, you're a master pick up artist, right?" Ben asked.

"Certificate," replied Beluga.

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Ben didn't understand what he meant, but he continued. "Then I have a problem with this girl ..." Ben tells Beluga about his situation with Penelope. He needs to understand why he didn't contact her.

Beluga laughs. "The reason for your problem is simple; it's because you gave your number to a beautiful girl."

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Ben squinted confused eyes. "I don't understand."

Beluga explained. "Look, the cheapest thing for women to attract is men's attention. They were surrounded by it, hunted. Attractive women, especially those in crowded places like universities, have many options. They'll never call you too busy getting the attention of the next guy. It doesn't matter how well your meeting goes because mindfulness is its own gift to women. This gives them a dopamine boost. That's why you can never give your number if there is an alternative . You should get her phone number. Besides, you failed his test."

"Test*t?" Ben confirmed.

Beluga answered. "Fucking test is a woman's way of knowing if you're qualified to date her. He wants to see if you have what it takes. Some tests, they dispose of consciously. Some are unconscious. You'll know that you failed one when he left. When the girl asks for your number, it is a subtle test. He wants to see if you know enough to flip it over and get the number. You show that you are not ... "

Beluga continued, "You failed that test. How serious is that mistake? It depends on the test and the woman. In that case, it's not fatal, but I doubt he'll call you."

This new concept attracted Ben. "So the test is to see if you have what it takes ... What's needed?"

Beluga laughs. "You need to press the right button. The **** test is just one piece of the puzzle. What is necessary? Knowledge of women's ways of thinking, confidence, charm, experience, and more. In short— it takes a game."

"...The games?" Ben recognized the word but did not understand its meaning in this scenario.

"Games...That's how we in the pick-up artist community refer to the skills of interacting with women. They also use that term when they say 'You have a game.' They know the truth. Some of them won't admit it. The term game has meaning. This dance between a man and a woman is very similar to a game. In fact, if the only thing you change is to look at swapping with women as a game, you're already way ahead of most men." Beluga smile.

Ben was deep in thought, trying to digest everything. 'I don't think it's difficult. After all, I have a game-like pick-up artist system in my head.'

Beluga then leaned over the body. He looked into Ben's eyes deeply with a stern expression. "Remember this Benjamin. Watch out... watch out for the damn test! Always was! I don't care if you've been married 40 years. Just watch them! If not, they will be your death. Be careful!"

Ben swallows. Belugas make them sound like ghosts or demons. "Don't worry. I'm already scared."

Beluga was calm. "good. With that, we can discuss the main thing you learned here ..."

Beluga stood up and looked at Ben. His voice became mysterious. "Mastering the art of seduction!"