There was an art exhibit in town that a girl wanted to see. As a man of refined tastes, I agreed to accompany her.
When we arrived, her face sank. The long line to purchase tickets demoralized her.
“Oh, no, babe, we don’t wait in lines. I’m a member of MOMA.” Her face said, “Yeah, right, douche bag” look.
I walked through the entrance, waving her to follow me. We went directly to the membership desk, got our tickets, and then got to skip a second line (the line to see the paintings.)
I was shooting loads inside of her less than a half-hour after the exhibit ended.
That’s one of many examples of lifestyle game in action.
Here is the apex: