I was living in Project: Forbidden City with JT, the Asian Playboy and Kevin Feng from VH1′s the Pick Up Artist Season 2. It was the Asian Project: Hollywood and we had all the same problems as Mystery, Style, Tyler Durden and those guys had back at the real Project Hollywood.
We thought that somehow by getting a dog those problems would go away. So the night before I met Mystery, we drove up to the valley to adopt a dog off of an ad we saw on craigslist. I wanted a pitbull, boxer or something else big and mean, but Asian Playboy convinced us to get a chihuahua thinking it would be easier to take care of and would attract more girls. We proceeded to name her Blondie, and later we found out her name and the stereotype fit her personality perfectly.
Here’s a photo of blondie on Asian Playboy’s bed.
So there I was, walking up to Mystery’s Apartment, meeting the man who changed my life for the first time. The Venusian Arts crew had moved to an apartment complex a few blocks south of the old Project Hollywood and this time they each had their own space. They had rented a total of four apartments all in the same complex, one to be used as an office for Blitz their marketing guy. Matador and the winner of season 1′s the pick up artist, Kosmo shared another apartment, and Mystery had his own place, although when I was there, his sister was staying with him. It seems that just like in the game, his sister is always there in his time of need.
I was a little bit nervous to be honest. This was my big chance to make a good impression. I had seen Mystery out at clubs a few times in Hollywood, but he was always surrounded by a hundred guys and girls, and I didn’t want to seem like another AFC (Average Frustrated Chump) walking up to him. I think the only time I ever even interacted with him was at a club in Hollywood where I basically handed him and Matador two girls I was with. Supplication is terrible when you see a hot girl and think you need to offer gifts or buy her a drink for her attention, but it seemed to make Mystery and his crew happy.
This is me at that same hollywood club where I first met Mystery and Matador.
So there I was, walking up to his front door, buzzing myself in. “Umm, hello, hey, this is Johnny Wolf, I’m here to present you the award for the best pick up artist of the year for the PUA Summit”
It turns out that Mystery really does love to feed his ego, and even though he was going to be out of town for the 2009 PUA Summit he still wanted the attention. So part of the deal was for me to come over, film his acceptance speech and play it at the PUA Summit for everyone to see. The funny thing was, he also wanted me to record the audiences reaction to the speech to see their reaction.
Here I am interviewing Mystery after giving him the Pick Up Artist of the Year Award for the PUA Summit 2009
So there I am, going through one of the greatest moments of my life, meeting the one true idol I’ve ever worshiped. I’ve never had posters of movie stars or sports stars hanging up in my room as a kid, but with Mystery, I was that guy. I had tried to dress like him, pick up girls like him, and basically be him. And there I was, finally able to meet Mystery in real life.
VH1′s The Pick Up Artist Season 1
Then my phone starts ringing…….I end the call and immediately they call back, over and over. They call me at least thirty times during my interview with Mystery. I had no idea who it was, but it was pissing me off. Why I didn’t just take out my battery, I don’t know. But I wonder if Mystery noticed my phone blowing up…maybe it was a stalker? I guess I could have played it off like girls are on my nuts 24/7 but I just casually pressed end call and didn’t mention it. Mystery takes me over to Matador’s apartment, where I see Kosmo and Matador both sitting half naked watching TV. What is a bigger shocker is that Kosmo is wearing his Pick Up Artist Winner necklace around his neck. He had no idea I was coming over, so I started to wonder if he just wears that every where, even around the house.
My phone continues to ring, and finally it gets to me enough for me to pick it up.
Johnny Wolf: “Hello, I was in a meeting, who is this?”
Delusional Psychopath: “Where the fuck is my cat? YOU STOLE MY CAT”
Johnny Wolf: “What the hell are you talking about? Why would I steal your cat?”
Delusional Psychopath: “I saw you playing with my cat last night when you came over to get Blondie, I gave you my dog, and you had to steal my cat as well?”
Johnny Wolf: Dude, I was playing with your little girl as well, I didn’t steal her did I? (thinking back, that wasn’t the best way to calm someone down)
Delusional Psychopath: “GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT! MY LITTLE GIRL HAS BEEN CRYING ALL NIGHT, just bring the cat back or I’m calling the cops!”
A few hours later, I get an email from the guy apologizing. Turns out, the cat had ran away and came back by itself the next day.