The Master Pickup Artist?! JT Styles EXPOSED
It was 2AM on Friday night as I leaned against the patio walls of my favorite rooftop lounge in NYC. I was scrolling through the rolodex of girls’ numbers on my phone, choosing which girl I’d go over to and spend the night with.
I had met a couple of smokeshow hotties earlier in the night, but logistics were a no go to pull back home for romp times. No worries, I’d get each of them out on a date later. Tonight would have to be a ‘fuck buddy’ night, as I selected from the rolodex the girl I was most excited to see.
As I set up a ‘fuck buddy’ night through text, I had someone approach me with a curious look on his face.
“Are you an mPUA (Master Pickup Artist)?” he said while pointing at me.
“What?” I responded. I was confused why someone I didn’t even know would ask me that.
“You’re JT, right?” he asked.
“I’ve heard about you…I saw you earlier making out with that blonde chick…so, are you an mPUA?”
I was still confused. Me? A master pickup artist?!
He was awaiting my response with a ridiculous smile on his face.
“Nope” shaking my head side-to-side.
His ridiculous smile faded to a look of uncertainty. I could see the hamster wheels in his head spinning, trying to follow-up with another question. I felt he deserved a more appropriate response than “Nope”, so I went on to explain,
“I don’t consider myself an mPUA. I’m just a regular guy, with a regular job. Besides, I don’t even know what qualifies someone as a master pickup artist”.
He didn’t know either.
Yet, based on some sort of reputation I was unaware of, his perception was that I was a master pickup artist.
He might’ve heard about the tales of glory, the Legend of JT. But…
He didn’t know about the girls that full-sprinted away from me when I approached them.
He didn’t know about the weekend I got 13 phone numbers, and every girl flaked.
He didn’t know about the nights I went out and couldn’t get myself to approach even one girl.
He didn’t know the humiliation and embarrassment I endured, along with the ridicule of spectators.
He didn’t know about the times I was most tempted to give up and retreat back to a life of involuntary celibacy, but forced myself not to.
When I underwent the process of improving my dating situation, I never aspired to become a master pickup artist…or even a pickup artist for that matter.
I wanted hot girls.
I wanted options.
I didn’t want to live my life sexually frustrated.
All this meant change; and change requires work. The thing about change though- It’s never easy. It’s uncomfortable. It can be painful too.
As my friend Rob Judge eloquently states, it’s either walk through hell or live in it.
REAL change is when you choose the former. Each approach is a trial by fire, chiseling the fate of a man of action.
The promises from eBook sales letters, the seminars, and all the pickup technology in the world wouldn’t matter if the courage to confront fear and fuck it isn’t in someone’s heart.
The brutal truth is that the overwhelming majority (I’m talking over 90%) of guys that look into dating advice will not improve at all. If there’s one reason I can give for the high failure rate, its lack of desire. Sure, getting better with women sounds good…but how many guys are simply lazy and don’t want improvement bad enough.
When I reflect back to my own personal trials to improve my dating situation, I know the success I now enjoy was worth everything I went through.
I may or may not be an “mPUA” (again, who even knows what that means?)
I’m just an ordinary guy, who just happens to have an extraordinary sex life