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The Game, by Neli Strauss

November 21st 2006 08:01
Has anyone ready The Game? If you have you’ll know it’s a super entertaining read, one that also sheds light to a bunch of bizarre courting habits. It seems that when fast talking boys want to get some fast girl action, they enlist the tactics of hired gun and
MPUA (Master Pick Up Artist) Neil Strauss, author of The Game. Huh? The Game, it’s an account of the incredible adventures of an AFC (average frustrated chump) who transforms himself from a shy, awkward peanut head into the slippery, smooth talking Style – a character who through a stream of smoking shtick and ‘the neg theory’ proves irresistible to women.

Following their first glimpse of how sweet life could be with a string of foolproof seduction tactics on tap, it seems that chumps just want to have fun. Monkey see, monkey do.
The Neg Theory goes like this:
Chumps go out on the pull and approach SHB’s (super hot babes) within the 3 second allocated time limit.
Then they neg the bejesus out of them with weird, backhanded compliments like, “You look hot. And that clump of food stuck between your teeth is making me hungry”. This banana brain technique apparently turns the SHB’s loins into quivering jelly. The logic being that the SHB is used to chumps fawning over her, and the negs are a quick slap down which stop her from thinking that this chump’s interested. And then, just when she least expects it, wham. He makes his move. It’s not rocket science, it’s just nuts.
And hell, you can find the Neggers anywhere; they’re swinging from the rafters in bookstores, bars and burger joints. Desperate little baboons. If you think this theory sounds tempting, best you practice at home first. It’s likely that a blindfolded chimp with a nappy on will have a better chance of succeeding here than you.


Negs to watch out for on your next chimp tour:
Shotgun Neg - this is used in a group situation with a woman of desire - the target - is intended to amuse the
group at her expense....”I’ll bet you’re better in bed than you are on the dance floor”
Sniper Neg - A type of neg used to embarrass a woman while talking one on one with her...
“Hey did you just fart” could work nicely slipped in here.
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Sex, Goth and Rock n Roll Speed Dating

November 20th 2006 21:50
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Ah, the long distance romance. Surely the biggest challenge on the planet. Hands up who’s had one? I have. And I’ve lived to tell the tale. In fact I never would have left my rather cushy Sydney lifestyle for grey drizzly old London if I hadn’t pursued my hormones and followed my partner to London.
So what did I give up? Well what didn’t I give up? A fabulous lifestyle, friends, a support network, a great career that was gradually growing into my own business empire. Intimate knowledge of the Australian media infrastructure and the ability to pick up the phone and earn some money via my lifetime passion of writing.
A very nice life.
So what coerced me to go? Well, I guess it was love in the end. Here’s how it happened - ever since we’d got together my partner had salivated excitedly when ever he talked of his plans to go to London. But, and here’s where I was a giant ignoramus, thanks to a bad habit called denial, I just thought if I ignored it that it would go away. And that somehow, the longer we were together and the more our plans nudged towards the big M’s - mortgages, marriage and maternal instincts - the more I thought he’d lose the urge. So, imagine my shock when after three years of smug coupledom that he told me he was finally ready to make the move – financially and professionally. It was now or never he cried. More importantly he added, if he didn’t honor his dream, he’d live to regret it.
I’d be a big part of the blame. He valued our relationship far too much to take that risk. But the risk of losing me if he moved to London it seemed, was different. That was on a different level. And with or without me, he was going.
Inwardly I flattered myself by thinking that he wouldn’t really go. Reality hit when he told me the date he’d chosen to fly out. Sparks flew. Voices were raised. Words were said. His dream to live in London predated me. He was being true to himself. He was going. It was definite. He was prepared to risk the relationship over it. I was thrown. I’d never known anyone who’d shown so much conviction. He was committed to me, but he was equally true to his dreams. Deep down I admired him enormously. But as for what I was going to do, I had no idea.
So it was as much as a surprise to me as it was to him when one night out partying at a friends uber glamorous party that, in a romantically enhanced moment, I told him that I would be coming to London. I’ll never forget the way he embraced me and whispered, ‘how you gonna do that?’ It was then that I made a split decision. A decision that I honored only one month later. ‘I’m going to leave my job’, I murmured between delicious kisses.
So OK, I made that decision, but I was still nervous and worried. I cried like a baby when he flew out of Sydney airport and it has to be said, I didn’t really know how things were going to pan out. So, and once again to his enormous credit, he wowed me with the most superb communication skills while he was away – a total of five months before I was practically able to follow. Communication skills that were second to none. He would text, email or phone every day, or worst ever second day. I was left in no doubt that he was absolutely crazy about me and wanted me with him. And you know, it’s true what they say; absence makes the heart grow fonder. I admired this man more than anyone I’d ever known. Ever. Firstly for his unfailing commitment and secondly for the awesome life that he’d created from scratch in London. He was going out. He was having a great time. He was loving his life but more than anything he wanted to share it with me.
It was the most powerful aphrodisiac. He showed me what he was made of and I responded big time.
Eighteen months in and life is good. He proposed on Christmas day and I accepted. We love our crazy, chaotic life, our new friends, exotic European mini-breaks and world-class bands playing right on our doorstep. Without sounding to evangelical, not a day goes by that I silently thank my partner for giving me the courage to do this. He jolted me out of my comfort zone, convinced me I could do more. Encourage me to move countries and reinvent myself. I’ve never felt the spirit of love as much as I do now. Knowing how much was at stake. Knowing that sometimes saying, ‘what the fuck’ is the best tonic alive.

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Are you a flirt?

October 19th 2006 06:06
Flirting’s fun. And you must never try to hard. The best flirts - Renee Zelweger’s Bridget Jones - know how to be adorable instinctively. And it’s not just about sparkling looks. Confidence is sex appeal, a knowing smile, a cheeky wink and a perfectly timed brush of the hand.
Wanna be a flirting pro? Here’s how…

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Fancy a fetish ball?

October 5th 2006 07:23
She’s tall, slim and stunning. And she invited my boyfriend and I to a fancy dress themed fetish ball. She was going as a zebra – which basically meant she would be naked – bar a few black stripes strategically placed over her white body paint. So, there I am. Not tall. Not slim. Not stunning. And I’m going to be wearing - get this - a shapeless lump of blue shiny fabric tied around my torso with a long mermaid’s tail and a dodgy blue wig. Mind you she had offered to measure me and make a proper mermaid's outfit but I couldn't bear the thought of her slender hands taking my humungous measurements. Just couldn't face it.
So I chickened out which gave me several weeks leading up to the event and many, many agonizing hours to obsess over how I would feel when she revealed her magnificent breasts to the world - and to my boyfriend.
You think I would have worked out for hours every day and got myself the killer outfit, but no, instead I spent every moment binge eating and conjuring up any pathetic excuse in the world not to go. But my boyfriend was having none of it


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Should we shag our friends?

October 1st 2006 12:18
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Why is Kate Moss Stalking Me?

September 28th 2006 09:46
So let’s just get one thing straight – Kate Moss is absolutely NOT the reason I packed up shop and moved from Sydney to London but hey, you can’t blame me for hoping I might at least bump noses with the
enigmatic one. And it’s been pretty damn close so far. We’ve been in the same place within only a hare’s breath of each other, i.e. I go to see Dirty Pretty Things on Monday night. She goes on Tuesday night. I go to the notorious North London rockers hang, The Boogaloo on Sunday and oh, guess who’s been up onstage rockin’ out with Pete and guzzling pints of Guinness the night before?
So next thing, I’m hanging out in my local just checking out some comedy on the Wednesday night and what a coincidence, she’s there checking out Russell Brand on the Thursday night! This weekend was clearly the highlight though with mere hours between us. I rocked into Heathrow after a crazy weekend in Amsterdam on Monday night at 8.00pm. She’d rocked out, destination Ireland, only hours earlier. And so it goes


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The erotic, unwieldy world of virtual love and E-dating has an etiquette all of its own. E-love guru Sue Ostler gives you girls the lowdown on the do’s and don’ts


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I found myself wandering around Paris a few weeks ago when I was lured into this cool underground venue where with an acoustic guitarist was serenading the house. My Aussie mate and I sat down and quickly became the centre of an onstage joke once it became obvious that we didn’t speak French. The guitarist was kinda taking the mickey, but in a cool, friendly way.
The next thing, he goes off stage, the MC comes on and does some wildly animated gesturing, the house lights go down, the disco lights go up, a bar magically appears out of nowhere, and these two guys approach us saying,
“hey there’s a party and free drinks now. Are you gonna stay?” We look at each other, nod vigorously and say, “sure!” They grab us a couple of vinos and we’re like, "alright


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On the same day that Steve Irwin was wiped out by a stingray, my mate's girlfriend broke up with him.

My mum emailed me to say that when the barb went in, Steve pulled it straight out - it is jagged and makes a hell of a mess coming out...I lay twisted up in bed that night, my head filled with bloodied visions of Steve pulling the barb out, all tangled up with bits of his heart - and pieces of my friends’ broken heart


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