“New York City is a playground for the single guy,” says Paul, 32. “It’s a perfect place to play the game. There are a lot of single women looking to meet a guy who’s straight, unattached, and can show them a good time. I wrote this 17-page little manifesto called ******* **** in New York City. We’ve got three things: A) ***** is the second most abundant thing after water, B) men should act more like cavemen. Grab that woman off the street, drag her back to your lair, and C) women ultimately only care about a man’s ability to pay and how well he makes love to her.

“I have to engage, build a rapport, have a few laughs and close. It’s exhausting,” Paul says, heading out to pick up women. “I don’t see anything wrong with sleeping with girls whom I have no long-term interest in. I’m more selective about whom I have dinner with than whom I have sex with. On a good week, I’m probably having 10, 15 dates. I’ve slept with 130, 132 women. I’ve had sex in a New York City cab, and the guy reached back and touched her, so they’re getting their jollies off too. A lot of my game centers around not wasting financial resources. I don’t even take girls out. I meet them out on the street, and I invite them back to my place. If I’m attracted to her and the end game is to be physical, I want them in a controlled environment where I can escalate it into a sexual scenario.

"My main goal today is to meet [upwards of a dozen] women, get their phone numbers. The law of being a good player is you’ve just got to get into the vibe. I’m almost 6-feet 1, I’ve got, like, a swimmer's build, I’m happy with my looks and my physique, I’m healthy. I always keep a little bit of scruff. I’m never clean-shaven. Women respond a lot to facial hair, I’ve found. They like to touch it, and it’s manly ... Women say I’m intense. It scares them off or turns them on. My eyes are like beams, like, if I see a girl, and she sees that eye connection, she knows it’s on, it’s just, like, locked on like a missile.”