just because you weren’t nervous before your first ride in the comfort and privacy of your own home doesn’t mean the rest of us aren’t!

I read The Game out of curiosity after I found out a few friends were really getting into it. My ex-girlfriend was also obsessed with PUA and found it hilarious and had recommended that I read it. It is fascinating.

I suggest you look up the definition of "topical humor."

“She made this one guy cry, then my cousin stole his hat. She still has it.”

Honestly I’m a dude. So the thing I remember the most are the guys who were very clearly planning on it, but just too awkward to really do any of that shit. That and the times where they freaked out or took it too far and got beat. Something about that just standing there in a hat, clearly about to deploy pick up…

The PUA years were bleak, for sure. So much peacocking. So much escalated touching. So much negging. So many fedoras bought in vain. 

It just has me thinking of that one stretch of time where the whole pick up artist thing got big. Right after The Game came out and there was that reality TV show for a bit. People thought it was acceptable. 

My friend group is probably majority female, or at least it was at the time. So for a while there every time we…

Maybe he was covered in the desperation perspiration?

I dunno, I learned a long time ago that you put money on the bar in front of you indicating you want to buy more drinks and you put your coaster on top of your glass to indicate you’re done.

Apparently not!

And the booze she needs to quell the fear it inspires. 

Fair warning this is a stock MRA/Incel gripe. That goes hand in hand with “Ladies Night is misandrist oppression bullshit”.

Obviously this guy isn’t actually upset that the bartender didn’t talk to him. He’s upset that the cute girl didn’t talk to him. He’s focusing his feelings of frustration on the bartender because the bartender is the person in a service position, so LW feels entitled to dictate his behavior.

You answered your own question there, buddy.  

Hell I have trouble getting served at bars even when I’m sitting there and have money sitting in front of me sometimes; and so it goes.

“politely handles the necessary essentials”

Exactly - the answer is right there:

Meanwhile, next question: why won’t this bartender and the needy dude sitting at the bar just let me eat alone in peace?

I’ll be honest, I’ve seen some stupid fucking questions here.

No worries. All the cute girl wanted to talk about was the amazing exercise bike her husband bought her for Christmas.