March 04, 2010
From: Dean Cortez
To: Brad Jackson
What up playa~
Hope you've been well, we need to catch up. Has it been like 6 months or so?
Dude…I have a crazy freaking story for you and it changed my life…I haven't decided if it's for better or worse though!
You know that badass little strip club you came to me with in Los Angeles when you visit? (You're going to want to come back!)
I've been nailing a new stripper there every time I go in. I had to start going to a new place because I was causing too much "Dancer-Drama" if you know what I mean.
I know…this is either a new low or a new high for me. But I HAVE to tell you what flipped this switch in me. And that ain't an easy task.
I was hanging out with Nate (you remember the guy we call X-Box-Ninja? LOL), we're at the club, checking the girls shaking their moneymakers and secretly looking to meet a woman I could actually take HOME. I mean I've spent major money in strip clubs in my life…I should know what I'm doing by now right? Ugh.
Hell…I teach and coach guys how to have success with girls for a living! But for some reasons, strippers always seemed to elude me.
Anyway, that's when I saw the GUY who changed my life...(Not that way...you pervert LOL)
Every time I've gone in this place I see the same dude. Kinda normal…NOT a total "Strip Club Johnny" if you know the type. Didn't have gold chains, gold teeth, pinky rings or wreak of Obsession cologne.
The dude was probably 30 years old, wearing an untucked Polo shirt, jeans and honestly…he had a bit of a gut. (He's just YOUR type! LOL…sorry, couldn't resist bro)
So this dude has 3 of the hottest dancers hanging on him like he was paying their tuition (because ALLL dancers are in college right ;) LOL.
My Natural Thought..."Whatever, the guy's probably blowing a couple GRAND on them right?"
So I watched for a bit. I was half watching the girls and half watching to see if he was feeding them $100 bills like a mother bird to her young.
... and guess what?
Not A Single Fucking Dollar.
Nada. Zilch. None.
Maybe he PRE-PAID or he's a "Regular Customer" (Could he be famous? Heeells No)
These strippers were ALL OVER HIM. Teasing his crotch, rubbing their tits on his face, wiggling their asses for him to spank, sucking his nipples; basically begging him to take them home and wear them out.
I ALMOST JUST LET IT GO…ALMOST
Why? Because I couldn't get a single stripper to my table. WTF?
Mr. McDouchebag finally had to pee I guess because he went to the bathroom.
…And I took my shot.
One of HIS dancers walked by me and I begged her to sit down for a second. She barely gave me the time of day, but that's what these girls do right? I said to her, trying to be cool and not look like I'm jealous of the neighborhood kid's toys:
"What makes that dude so special? How much MONEY is he dropping in this place tonight?"
That girl (a blonde Hungarian chick with a set of jolly-whoppers so perfect that not even God Almighty is powerful enough to create…but he did create the surgeon) said to me…
"Nothing. He's not a customer. He's our…how do you say…'friend'" Then that bitch winked at me, smiled and said…"Good Luck"
WHAT? She told ME good luck? In a fucking strip bar? What has the world come to?! (I'm all riled up just thinking about this)
LONG STORY SHORT…cause I could write all night and I want to get to the point…because I DO have one.
I bought that fool a drink and shook his hand. I said "Dude, I'm not worthy. Do you own this place or something? How in the hell are you pulling the talent you're pulling…because you don't look like you're dropping your paycheck on these chicks like every other one of us suckers."
I honestly think that he got MORE ENJOYMENT out of seeing how jealous and envious I was…a completely strange dude at how awesome his stripper game was than he did with all the stripper love he was getting that night.
He then did something that kind of surprised me. He bought me a drink, put his hand on my shoulder and started giving me advice like I'm his young nephew just getting out of puberty.
It was the birds and bees like I WISH my dad would've told me…only it was all about Stripper Game!
He gave me this technique called C.R.T.
It had a bit to do with Cold Reading…I know you know that shit but the way he did it with these girls was pure NINJA!
He wrote down a list of like 10 things on a cocktail napkin and we talked for about an hour at the bar. He wasn't even phased by the girls who were waiting for him.
I asked him if he needed to get back to them and he said…get this…"Nah, I'll catch up with that red-head over there after the club closes. She takes me out for a badass breakfast with the money she made off these chumps and then I take her to her house and knock the dust off that thing."
This guy would be in the running for my new best friend if I would have ever seen him again.
He left that night and I never saw him again.
BUT…I did go home and study all 10 things he said…and then applied them.
Know how long it took me to bang a stripper?
The next weekend!
And the next and the next.
Dude, there may be something wrong with me. I don't like normal bars anymore. This is too easy. Why would I go waste money on average girls who "might" get naked for me when I can go see smoking hot chicks who are already 90% naked and I know…without a shadow of a doubt that I can take one out of there.
I think I have a problem. LOL Not the worst problem on earth to have though.
So fast forward these past 6 months. I've actually compiled everything I know into a step-by-step SYSTEM. It's what I learned from that guy on that fateful night combined with my own strategies and how I've actually improved the system.
I know you have a big fan base of guys who are interested in picking up girls.
They're missing out if they don't know how to do this…I'm just saying.
So I'll leave it up to you if you want to share this with them.