So, Saturday was a fun night. A female college friend of mine (referred to as Princess) was heading off for a masters program many states away, so she was throwing a 'little black dress' farewell party. The guys were required to wear bow ties. It was a few hours from where I live, so I was crashing on my wing-girl's couch that night.

Selecting my outfit, I kept in mind that you must always be the exception to the rule, and that bow ties are not actually cool. That doctor was terrible. I was wearing an express outfit - dress pants, collared shirt and waist coat. Throw in an expensive (looking) watch, nice boots and belt, and I was looking quite dapper. Indeed, I was the best looking guy there. I looked and felt like a freakin movie star. A couple others pulled off the classy look, but most of the guys looked and felt out of place. Side note: waistcoats are awesome. They force you to have good posture. They make your shoulders look big and your waist small.

The party itself was not a very target rich environment. It was about 60% guys, and only three of the girls were single: Wing-girl, a 1 I'll call Penny (since she looked kind of like Penny from Iron Man) and a 0 who was hosting the party at her house.

I stroll up to Penny and ask her how she knows Princess. She just got an apartment with another girl at the party that I knew from college (Blondie). She doesn't drink at all, she loves cats and she works as a hostess at a restaurant a few towns over.

I notice a deck of cards on the table, so I break it out and set up a game of kings. We sat down on the couch. I motioned for Penny to take a seat on the arm next to me and she complied. As we played, I would touch her hand, hand, hip and engage her in conversation for a minute before going back to the game.

After the game, we were chatting in the next room. As we spoke, I made sure to look her in the eye, flick my focus down to her lips, then back up to her eyes again. She knew I wanted to fuck her. After that, it was a piece of cake to set up a date for the next day - a scenic hike in the town that is a favorite among everyone I went to college with. # close. She ejected right after that, but I got more opportunities later in the night to build a rapport.

I went back to the other room and started talking to Blondie. I hadn't seen or talked to her in 4 years. last time we spoke, she was a 0. Now she was a 1. It was pretty cool how much she had grown. She was here with a guy - not her boyfriend. The guy was also trying to be the exception to the rule - his bow tie was a clip on, which he had unclipped, dangling from his collar. It looked ridiculous. This dude must have been on his period, because he was a cranky little bitch all night. He hardly spoke to anyone, and started musing about getting into a fight. He was maybe 5'6. I'm 5'7. I have trained Brazilian Jujitsu 4 hours a week, every week for 3.5 years. I've never felt the need to fight anyone. He does a lot of sailing - I sail on faster boats than he does, I help out at clinics for racing trimarans and I'll be buying my own in a year or two. He was fairly handsome, but he had a cloud over his head and a stick up his arse. He also didn't lose a single opportunity to demonstrate that he was less valuable than me.

We all leave the party for a nearby bar. On the way there, I was chatting with Penny again, and when we got to the bar, I took charge again and started ping pong with another guy I had met at the party. Turns out ping pong is super hard after a couple of drinks. I was getting crushed, so I quickly handed the paddle off to someone else and went back to talking to Penny. I had demonstrated value by starting the game, and I didn't want to lose it all by sucking at it.

The rest of the crowd keep coming in, and my wing-girl buys me a drink. The bar itself was full of white trash. We were massively overdressed, and there was only one set in the room. It was 20 minutes to closing - may as well open it. It was a group of 3 girls. One was an unfortunate, one was a 7, and one looked like a 10 from across the bar, but as I got closer, she was dressed and put together in a way that broadcast 'trash'. She was maybe an 8. I opened with 'hi, what brings you to this fine establishment tonight' and BOOM, the 8's bitch shield went up. She leaned away from me, staring off at the wall. Lol, wtf? I hadn't even looked at her, I was talking to the 7. I continued talking to the 7, and my body language made it clear that I thought the 8 was acting really fucking strange and it was weirding me out (which it was). I invited the 7 to swing by the ping pong table later (where my crowd was) and left.

Back at the table, Blondie is leaning against the wall, nursing a beer and looking dejected. Her boy is as far away from her as he can be and still be with the group. I walk up to her and (very carefully) give her a shoulder to shoulder bump. I tell her she looks down. She tells me that she is having boy troubles. I laugh and tell her that she really shouldn't let it bother her. A few minutes later she's dancing with my wing girl. The two of them looked pretty hot together.

The bar closes a few minutes later. I invite blondie to come with me and wing-girl back to wing girl's house. She accepts. Then I realize it is not my house to invite people to - I back pedal and we go to an after party at another guy's house. I get Blondie's number in case we get separated and wing girl and I drive to the party.