Jon Levy is still a nerd.
The book takes an overly ambitious stab at quantifying adventure which, like most attempted quantification, robs the subject matter of its beauty and power. Levy name-drops celebrities that he imposed on in public and recounts various instances where he very nearly got laid. His friend Liam seemed to have succeeded at least once, but despite Levy's repeated failures, he maintains that the wince-inducing E.P.I.C system is a foolproof method of achieving "the best nights of your life", with such exciting facets as: rating your friends, arbitrarily alienating around half of them, mooching drinks despite having enough money to hire a helicopter in Beijing "so the team's energy doesn't flag while in travel", inflicting skeevy Pickup Artists tactics on celebrities to impress your friends, and much, much more.
It wasn't all bad, there was some good science in it, it was an easy read (that I was unmotivated to complete), and the pages were much more colorful than the stories or advice. The saccharine adventurer's toast at the end of the book was probably the best part of it, but really, the author wanted to come off as some half-academic party messiah, sort of a cross between the dude from Lie to Me and Andrew W.K. Instead, he came off as a dude writing a tutorial on how to wander into public and suck everyone around you into your socially maladaptive, blundering attempts at Machiavellian manipulation that will, best case scenario, probably just leave them embarrassed for you.
Still, I respect his hustle, his curiosity, his desire for categorization, and his wanderlust. I don't think it's conveyed in the best way, but I'm sure his intentions were good.