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The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists by Neil Strauss
3.0
When I found the book, I expected it to be a good thing. In the middle of a pile strewn across the floor, it was beautiful; leather bound with gold edge pages and a ribbon bookmark, lying face down. The back was blank. I thought it was a bible. I was mildly surprised to find one in the middle of the "active" books in Gabe's room, but nonetheless I picked it up and flipped through briefly, waiting for a verse to jump out at me and change my life. Instead I saw comic illustrations with titles like "Select a Target", "Disarm the Obstacles", "Isolate the Target", and "Extract to a Seduction Location".
I had stumbled across a manual on pick up art. [The Game - Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists by Neil Strauss]
The illustrations were attractive, and the snippets I'd scanned were interesting. My curiosity got the best of me, and I began to read.
It was less than three chapters - and barely an introduction - before I was interrupted. I was so glad for the distraction. The author was more crude than I prefer, and his reference to women as objects offended me. While I wasn't surprised that a considerable number of men wanted nothing more than as many hook ups as possible, I was disturbed to see the distance they would go to persuade a woman. I marked my page anyway though, and thought about it a lot while I enjoyed my weekend.
When I went home two days later, I took it with me. For two weeks, it sat on my nightstand, untouched. I then showed it to my sister, who was appalled at the idea, but curious enough to start reading. After two chapters, she put it down, disgusted, and left my house without a word. Three days later, I continued reading where I'd left off. Strauss made me laugh, made me angry, and occasionally even made me feel bad for a character. I couldn't put it down. I was reading, every chance I got. The Game joined me at the dentist's office, and while I'm usually easily distracted by television, I couldn't even be bothered to notice it when I was reading.
I feel like such a traitor.
I had stumbled across a manual on pick up art. [The Game - Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists by Neil Strauss]
The illustrations were attractive, and the snippets I'd scanned were interesting. My curiosity got the best of me, and I began to read.
It was less than three chapters - and barely an introduction - before I was interrupted. I was so glad for the distraction. The author was more crude than I prefer, and his reference to women as objects offended me. While I wasn't surprised that a considerable number of men wanted nothing more than as many hook ups as possible, I was disturbed to see the distance they would go to persuade a woman. I marked my page anyway though, and thought about it a lot while I enjoyed my weekend.
When I went home two days later, I took it with me. For two weeks, it sat on my nightstand, untouched. I then showed it to my sister, who was appalled at the idea, but curious enough to start reading. After two chapters, she put it down, disgusted, and left my house without a word. Three days later, I continued reading where I'd left off. Strauss made me laugh, made me angry, and occasionally even made me feel bad for a character. I couldn't put it down. I was reading, every chance I got. The Game joined me at the dentist's office, and while I'm usually easily distracted by television, I couldn't even be bothered to notice it when I was reading.
I feel like such a traitor.