The Game
This is a story I’ve been considering posting for the last three weeks now.

Why am I going to hell? Neil Strauss is why.

I am (un?)fortunate enough to live near to an art college, this means that on Friday and Saturday nights my local bar is full of impressionable naive young art students.

Neil Strauss wrote a book called The Game which while supposedly autobiographical it’s basically a how to guide for manipulating women into bed. While I’ve never felt entirely comfortable with some of the techniques described I have on occasion used some of the practices in there to further my own nefarious ends.

As for why I’ve been thinking of posting this for a while, the last time I did this I woke up with a woman 2/3rd of my age so that would have fitted the Sugar Daddies question and as for the cringe factor is it wrong that I know which student halls building I’ve woken up in by the pattern of the ceiling tiles.

However I may avoid hell even yet, a few weeks ago I woke up in Bernard Myers house (Slightly off white with a swirl pattern about a foot square) with an 18 year old girl beside me I realized quite how wrong this all felt. Since then I’ve thrown out the book and am in the early stages of what could possibly be described as an actual relationship for the first time in quite a long time.
(bill, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 9:38, 2 replies)

^^^YES^^^
its like a key to the vagina
(papa bouba slap your face, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 9:58, closed)

Neil
Is a tool - and has a speach impediment.
(Supermum, Sat 13 Dec 2008, 16:10, closed)