... Or you could just be yourself and find a girl who accepts you for who and what you are. Women do happen to understand attractive male facets on a more than primitive level, by the way. The "pickup artist" game doesn't work on everyone. Some of us don't happen to enjoy being "put in our place" or insulted.
If you think that's what pickup artists are doing, you don't understand what they're doing.
The Game is a silly piece of shit, and I don't think I've ever met anyone who both took it seriously and as something to be emulated.
Edit: Wife just came up behind me in the computer chair, necked the hell out of me, and took the coffee pot to make some more. Do your live in girlfriends do that, suckers?
Uhm...yes? That's...not exactly unusual. I know you think those little rings give special coffee-making power, but you want your mind blown?
Sometimes I even make coffee for my girlfriend! Neither of the two are all that novel, although I do enjoy your implied characterization of your wife being the one to make coffee (utterly unhealthy, by the way, but that's your business). Are you so insecure as to need to brag about something that should be mundane, though? Perhaps you should get that checked.
Intimacy has very, very little to do when you first got your dick wet, who you first got your dick wet with, and meaningless trivia of that nature. It has a great deal to do with intellectual, emotional, and sexual maturity. The second and third are stunted by this bullshit, and there's a pretty good argument that the first is too.
In a sane, healthy society, "purity rings" and the repressive self-hate that they carry with them would be the sign of diseased minds. (That said, we do not live in a sane, healthy society.) Enjoy your missionary, and your crying afterwards.