The Player Slayer

PLAYED!! AGAIN!!! How'd it happen? You've been through it before . . . and then before that . . . and then there was that other time. . . . But this time it was supposed to be different. You took your time. You weren't the first one to say, "I love you." You introduced him to your friends, and they approved. You waited two whole minutes before you let him hit it. And he waited. Patiently. He did every-thing right. He introduced you to his boys. Hell, he introduced you to his mama. And still he played you. So now you're all broken up inside. You're sad and lonely and mad at yourself and you hate him. Stop. Stop right there. "Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game." NO! That's just a cliche-one that the players and the played alike use to keep the game in a cloud of smoke, hiding the fact that somebody played the game better than somebody else. Two people climbed in the ring. Somebody got their ass beat. It was you. Now you wanna hate the game. No. You hate the fact that you didn't play the game better. This book is about you, the player, the game, and how you play it. So begins this funny, fast, and down-and-dirty guide to -relationships-written with a sharp-as-steel urban edge, but sure to appeal to fed-up player prey everywhere. What is a player? The one who pursues women for the sake of the conquests, the triumphs, the pleasures of the game itself: the predator, however appealing his guise. The Player Slayer teaches you how, if a player has you in his sights, you can play the game without being turned into a "mark"-alone, outraged, and disappointed-but rather as a "slayer," empowered with the knowledge to outwit, outlast, and outplay the player. The Player Slayer is an urban answer to He's Just Not That Into You, a real-world revision of The Rules. Ms. T. lives in a large eastern city where, despite her obvious advantage, she continues to dabble in the art of player slaying.