So you know that girls love plausible deniability. Even if they want to fuck you, they have to pretend like it was an accident and they had no agency in the matter.

"It just happened!"

That means tight game needs to present them with the plausible deniability - to feed their hamster the excuse why fucking you was a totally unforeseen totally unpredictable random accident that just happened.

This means you need to have an excuse to get them alone. "Come to my place so I can fuck the ever living shit out of you" works in certain circumstances... i.e. if you've already fucked her, or if she's already displayed enough interest. But this kind of forwardness can backfire and lead to really immediately anti-slut defense. Because now she has no room to say "it just happened." Now she's choosing to fuck you. And girls don't choose to do things - life just happens to them and they get to sit there and experience it. Choosing to do things is for men. For women, things just happen.

If you learn to fucking cook, you have a ready-made excuse to get her alone in your apartment with a clear path to your bed. If you don't know how to cook, let me give you a hint - you don't actually have to know how to cook EVERYTHING well. You just have to know how to make ONE thing. That's all it takes, enough skill to make one decent dinner. Even if you're a complete idiot, there are certain things that are almost impossible to fuck up given even minimal effort (pasta dishes, etc.)

The dining room table is on the way to the bedroom.

I don't know how many women that I fucked that I prefaced by EITHER A) cooking something for us, then fucking them, or B) playing a musical instrument for them, then fucking them. Both food, and music, that you made yourself are like wingmen that sneak over and unzip her pants for you.

Most western women don't have a fucking clue how to cook so the fact that it's so fucking easy a small child could learn to do it after even minimal practice is lost on them - they think it's like a magic trick. It also means that since they have no idea how to cook they don't know how to evaluate the quality of food. Which means that you don't actually have to be that good at it to impress them. (IF you start learning about food, and what quality food is, you'll start to be astonished at the awful shit people eat and are impressed by, fuck.)

In conclusion: Knowing how to cook at least one thing well gives you a good excuse to get otherwise hesitant or resistant girls alone with you in your apartment, where you can work your charm in clear view of the bedroom.