I’d lost something. Dropped…

…it at some point. Nothing significant, but I wanted to find it.

His flat had that wonderful quality of containing finite space [if you look at it one way] so it couldn’t have got far. But I wouldn’t feel comfortable looking through someone else’s possessions, so I settled for let me know if you come across it and stooped to pick up my bag from the floor by his bed.

And as I did so, I caught a glimpse of a book under the bed. I’ve already mentioned this book in My Wrongs, but I’m going to give you a little overview of the table of contents and let you see if you can guess what it’s about…

SELECT A TARGET
APPROACH AND OPEN
DEMONSTRATE VALUE
DISARM THE OBSTACLES
ISOLATE THE TARGET
CREATE AN EMOTIONAL CONNECTION
EXTRACT TO A SEDUCTION LOCATION
PUMP BUYING TEMPERATURE
MAKE A PHYSICAL CONNECTION
BLAST LAST-MINUTE RESISTANCE
MANAGE EXPECTATIONS

Congratulations. You guessed correctly. It’s that book about the seduction community again. And you’ve won a car. No, I don’t know what colour the car is.

Snap back to the bedroom, and witness me hooting I like your book and bursting into laughter. Tact? Not in evidence. And of course I’ve read the bloody book, so why would I snigger at someone else for doing the same? I could tell you that I bought the book after a friend of mine raved about it and I realised he’d tried to use certain of the above techniques on me. Knowledge is power and all that. I could tell you that I’m an equal-opportunities consumer of the written word, and will cheerfully read Katie Price’s ghostwritten pap and Camus alike. I could tell you that Neil Strauss isn’t a bad author and has plenty of other interesting work to his name. I could also tell you that there is nothing quite so pathetic as a man with a pick-up tome hidden under his bed. I think I’d've preferred to see porn.