Helen Gurley Brown says (and the way she it gives new meaning to the term ""hideously coy"") that the average office can be a girl's hunting ground. All she has to do is eat right (chi-chi brown paper bag menus are listed), dress right (the watch word is ""color"") and ""yes"" right (there is an outline of how to go from huntress to mistress in one motion). The author's ""research"" for the book was conducted in the 19 office jobs she held before she pecked her way to half a million dollars with Sex and the Single Girl. All the Messalina's of the mimeograph, the temptresses of the typewriter and the seductresses of the steno pool spilled the over the wild oats. It's all served up as a tasteless mess. The author invites you to call her a prissy old prude if you like, but she doesn't really approve of love affairs conducted on lunch hour time--even if she does provide a lengthy list of all the necessary arrangements complete with vitalizing menus. The same attitude is extended to the matter of slipping around with married co-workers-pages and pages of how-it-is-done ending with an although-you-really-shouldn't remainder. The frightening size of this market is indicated by the success of the last book. Appended is a recollection of the author's jobs. It is labeled a ""bibliography."" This probably marks the first time a genuine non-book has been given an honest to goodness non-bibliography.