Autopilot Game

Nate January 16, 2013 Game 14 Comments on Autopilot Game

Just Cruisin’

Ever since VK wrote “Two Men” (great post) I’ve wanted to expand a bit on his analogy, particularly for dudes who find themselves in the situation of the second dude.

So let’s say you are the second dude, and you’re looking at the first dude and wondering why he’s so good at what he does, so one day you finally break down and ask him. He tells you to get off the computer and start doing shit like weightlifting, dressing better, flirting with every girl in your vicinity, and working on pursuits and skills that improve your awesomeness. While he didn’t really offer you anything specific like lines or routines or any of that magical stuff he was spitting last weekend, you decide that, fine, you’ll give it a shot. You mark this day on the calendar- today is the day you start your journey.

To boost your sociability, maybe you start going out more, talk to strangers, and open chicks at the grocery store. You’ve finally decided you really want to get rid of that invisible anti-socializing shield that you need alcohol to bring down.

To work on your aesthetics you hit the gym on a near daily basis and cut shitty foods out of your diet. Maybe you join local leagues for softball or football or ultimate frisbee to become more active as well (giving you more opportunities to expand your friends and prospective chicks as well).

To improve your presentability, you turn your shitty shirts to cut offs for the gym and invest in good stuff to wear out like v-necks, blazers, and maybe even a suit. You know your appearance hasn’t quite been on point and you need to switch things up.

Lastly, you find a pursuit(s) that brings you pleasure and improves you in some way. In “Two Men”, the first dude was learning Russian. For others it could be restoring old cars, writing of some kind, whatever. Something challenging, stimulating  and wholly unrelated to women that you do for yourself.

At first progress isn’t amazing. You still come up against old barriers and resistance from old habits, but you make a conscious effort to push a little and do things that are new and possibly intimidating. Nonetheless, your persistence pays off and you get a date. Nice.

On the date you run through options and angles. You wonder at various points when to escalate, referencing Roosh or old school Roissy in your mind for game plans and if-then scenarios. You wait for “shit tests” so that you can pass them with your wit. You make sure you’re chilled out and not acting needy, and you even pull off a successful venue switch to keep things going. As the night draws to a close, you make out and she gives you a handy in your car before heading into her apartment.

Invigorated, you continue forward because you’re starting to suspect this is just the beginning. A few weeks pass, and in that time you’ve managed, among some back-to-earth failures and another date with Miss Handy, to get a new girl out on a date. Whereas on the first date with Miss Handy you were hyperaware of the situation and if-then scenarios, now you find that you aren’t needing to reference shit you’ve read nearly as much. Instead of telling yourself to chill, you *are* actually just chillin. When you take her home, you remember to use the bathroom line and before you know it you’re banging. Congrats.

Still, you know this isn’t all there is. You’re just beginning to get a taste. You push forward, excited for all the possibilities.

Fast forward a year. Your veins are starting to pop and those v-necks you bought highlight your traps and chest. Your hobby gives you great pleasure in your downtime and sometimes you don’t even want to kick it with women. Miss Handy fell apart, but you’ve been on other dates like with that chick from co-ed slow pitch, some chick you met at a bar, and that girl you saw every day at the coffee shop, all of whom you exchanged carnal passions with. You still see the second chick from time to time, and have even gotten a couple one nighters.

By all measures, you should be happy with your progress. And you would be pretty happy if it wasn’t for your recent failures, which have been increasing rather than decreasing. They weren’t like failures from before where chicks backturned you right away or ignored you after the first date. You’re getting shots and you’re following that playbook you started out with, so why are you failing? You’re negging her and blowing up “shit tests” and being that asshole you got so much success with earlier, but now they’re backing off or giving you stand offish looks and calling you a dick without any playfulness.

Maybe, you start to wonder, maybe just maybe something is wrong with the rulebook. After getting slapped the previous night, you can’t stop thinking about it. It nags at you every day. Certain thoughts creep in, seemingly heretical in nature. Maybe the playbook is stupid? Maybe it sucks? Nah, remember where you came from. But… maybe the playbook/rulebook was made for people who need rules, for those who need set plays and guidance? What if you don’t need those anymore? What if you’ve outgrown capital G “Game”?

A year later you wake up and turn to your calendar. Two years. Your past self would have no idea who the fuck that raffishly handsome, well groomed, jacked, well dressed dude is staring back at him in the mirror. You check your phone and have two “good morning!! :)” texts from chicks you’ve been seeing. Just last night a different girl broke it off with you (at least for now) because she saw you with someone else, and while you’re disappointed you know that tonight is Friday. You’ll be with your crew at the bar where you’ve become good friends with the manager and he always hooks it up phat.

At the bar, you see this hottie eyeing you two tables down, but before you can even make your approach she pops up behind you and introduces herself. Your buddy knows the score and leaves immediately, and you draw her close while getting to know each other’s names and stuff like that. After a mere two minutes, you are making out already and she’s feeling your arms. As if on autopilot, you guide her to the barstools where you can sit close, drink, and enjoy each other’s company. Even though she’s new, nothing else about this interaction is. You smile, laugh, even compliment her a couple times because after all, she does look very nice tonight. You have forgotten what a “shit test” is because you haven’t gotten one in forever, or at least if you have you didn’t even care to notice. You take her to a nearby club because you enjoy getting your grind on in low lighting, and by one o’clock she’s in your bedroom, taking her clothes off.

The next morning, mildly hungover but otherwise feeling great, you check in on those blogs you used to read religiously but hardly any of it resonates with you anymore. Not that there is anything wrong with any of it, but as a custom built machine you know exactly what you do or don’t need to do to the point that even thinking about it does more harm than good.

After some pressure from a buddy you introduced to Game awhile back, you spill the beans on last night’s activities. In disbelief, he wonders aloud how you did it. What did you say? What did you do? How did you do it? What’s the secret?

You try to articulate it, but it all seems so natural now that you’re not even really sure what you do anymore. For the last year you’ve just been meeting chicks, following whatever rules you want, and taking them home. You look him up and down-

“Dude you gotta start lifting weights. Get some new clothes. I know you’re shy, but you’ve got to start talking to more people and flirting with any chick you can. And, dude, you gotta stop spending all day on the computer.”


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  1. ASF January 16, 2013 at 11:17 am

    Great post, and I can see why you decided to not be so game-focused anymore. I wonder if this is what Rookie and Gmac have done. Honestly I think the forums etc. can hold you back because they can give the illusion of progress; you often end up living vicariously through other guys instead of forming your own experiences. I know I am guilty of this myself.

    Forums should be like a dictionary: there to look up something you don’t know. But you don’t read a dictionary every day.

  2. Virgle Kent January 16, 2013 at 11:31 am

    Standing up… slow clap, clap clap, clap…. a single tear rolls down my cheek. These kids… they grow up so fast

  3. Mac January 16, 2013 at 11:33 am

    Great post, so true.

    Really loved the line “Although she’s new, nothing else about this interaction is.” Gold.

  4. Kuraje January 16, 2013 at 12:58 pm

    Your best post yet. That’s how you write a story.

  5. Nate January 16, 2013 at 4:21 pm


    Yeah at a certain point talking about game should bore you. I’ve found more exciting things in life this past half year+ as my game reached autopilot level.


    Haha thanks, I learned from the best. So do we like brohug it out on google chat now or something? Snapchat? Instagram? I dunno the protocol for these types of events.

    @Mac, Kuraje

    Thanks bros

    • dannyfrom504 January 18, 2013 at 9:25 am

      “as my game is on auto pilot now.”

      yup. i’ve always tried to tell dudes, if your life were a dinner, women should be the side dish NOT the entre’.

      stay up nasty nate. lol.

  6. nuss January 16, 2013 at 4:23 pm

    ‘carnal passions.’ someones been reading dadboner

  7. H January 16, 2013 at 8:50 pm

    This would be applicable to me, except my parents hate it when I flirt with other chicks. (17 here). I just have to flirt in school, occasionally to the stuck up bitchy ones ate debate tournaments, and that’s about it. They’re pretty damn protective and check my phone every so often :/

  8. Joshua January 16, 2013 at 9:16 pm

    Great blog post. I’m halfway through the transformation you described and looking forward to achieving ‘autopilot game’.

    Keep up the good work.

  9. Pont January 17, 2013 at 9:43 am

    great post, well written, concise and the right amount of emotional.

    In unrelated news, think V necks are gonna run out of steam this Spring? I’ve got a solid quiver of V’s for crushing the Georgetown waterfront scene (and everywhere else, for that matter) from last year, but I dont want to jump into the short sleeve season pushing outdated equipment.

    But yeah, good post.

  10. rocko January 19, 2013 at 9:03 am

    well understand the self improvement part(lift weights,dance,sports,language,better style,money)

    but if you had to sum up in 1 article along with some links if neccessary on game covering openers(day and night),carryin that conversation ,keepin their attention,night club/bar game, how to approach,when to escalade,passing shit tests,phone/text game,etc
    what would you put in?

    learning this can be hard and confusing at times but their will be a point when all these become natural or occsionally breaking some game rules when you hit that alpha level

    a master article on everything to know about game and use as a reference instead of going to forums would be so much better

  11. dumasworld January 21, 2013 at 11:49 am

    great post Nate, great story.

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