What it feels like to pick up Britney Spears by Neil Strauss

It's all here.

The interview was going nowhere. She was on autopilot. I looked at her,
crossing her legs and fidgeting on the hotel-room couch next to me. She didn't
give a shit. I was just an amount of time blocked off on her calendar, and she
was tolerating it -- poorly.
Her hair was tucked under a white Kangol hat and
her thighs pushed at the seams of her faded blue jeans. She was one of the most
desired women in the world. But in person, she looked like a corn-fed southern
sorority girl. She had a beautiful face, lightly and perfectly touched with
makeup, but there was something masculine about her. As a sexual icon, she was
unintimidating and, I imagined, lonely.
A gear slammed down in my head.
There was only one way to save this interview: I had to sarge her. No matter
what country I was in or what age or class or race of woman I was talking to,
the game always worked. Besides, I had nothing to lose.
I folded my list of
questions and put them in my back pocket. I had to treat her like any club girl
with attention deficit disorder.
The first move was to hook her
attention.

And another interesting article : "A Totally Scientific Guide to Seduction" from the same author Neil Strauss:

When it comes to meeting and attracting women, many men are
resigned and complacent. We figure some guys were born with that particular
power and other guys weren't. I wasn't. So, to compensate, I did something so
embarrassing, I didn't even admit it to my friends: I embarked on a two-year
course of rigorous study and training on the subject of women for my new book,
The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists. Guided by men who
claimed to be the world's greatest seducers (men known by names such as Mystery,
Toecutter, Sin, and Juggler), I plunged into an international underground
seduction community and approached more than a thousand women around the world.
In the end, I was transformed from student of seduction to reluctant guru. I
offer you now something I never thought I'd be able to provide: a step-by-step
primer on attracting women, compiled from the collective knowledge of the
world's greatest ladies' men.

Must try...

First Love and FHM

Can't wait for the book FIRST LOVE to be out. Got a story in there called "Whatever Happened To...?" Publishers did say it's supposed to be on the shelves by 3rd wk July, but where? oh where could they be?

I thought it would be a good idea to coincide First Love's release with the much-hyped HP7 yesterday, to take advantage of the high traffic coming into the bookstores. Then again, I would have to trust the Cozy Reads folks with what they're doing. Let's cross our fingers and toes.

By the way, a friend of mine told me Heartbreak was on the latest FHM issue. Gave me a good excuse to buy that (wretched) magazine (and finally see what all men were drooling over, aside from the obvious -- gigantic boobs and sexual fantasies which only an Olympic gymnast could do.)

(It was funny you know, how me and my girlfriends read that FHM magazine in Serendra, in a place as wholesome as Krispy Kremes. I was trying to make sure that no toddler would be staring in our direction, and then asking his mom what we were reading. It brought a whole new dimension to covert reading when you're in your thirties. Anyway...)

And I can't believe that my daily paper, PDI, the one paper my family reads, has never mentioned, not even once, Heartbreak. Not even a line? Not a whimper? And to think the book was launched internationally in the last World Book Fair in Singapore! What could possibly convince them to write a review, or a feature, anything! to drum up interest. Haay... Buti pa ang Cebu's Freeman, supportive.

Hmmm.