Prelude to Halloween
It's been a good week for this Dating Fool. Saturday night, I went to a well-attended costume party. Before the party, I was supposed to meet up with about 20 other people at some girl's apartment for a little pre-party. Always wanting to be one step ahead of the game, I went ahead and pre-pre-partied at my place beforehand with a couple other friends. The Roommate, #1Wingman and I made our way down to the pre-party, running very fashionably late. Imagine my surprise when we walked in and were the first group to arrive. Fortunately, everybody else was about 5-10 minutes behind us, so the awkward, hang out with people you don't really know period was fairly short. We were only there for about 45 minutes, but I still managed to put away another six-pack before leaving for the party.
When we showed up, everything was in full swing. There were tons of girls, not an excess of guys and a bar full of booze. It goes without saying that we went straight for the booze. While we were standing in line, two of the girls in our group started hanging around #1Wingman and me. Next thing I know, one of them is all over him and the other is totally rubbing my back and standing deep in my personal space. I would say that both of them ranked about two points below us on the 1-10 scale, but the alcohol was helping to keep that fact from registering. We continued to hang out with these girls for the next hour or so, and of course, it didn't take long before we were both making out with them, right in the middle of the party. Before I know it, the girl that I'm hooking up with is putting my hands all over her body (and, by "all over her body," I mean, namely, up her skirt). Meanwhile, she starts returning the favor and is shoving her hands down my pants. So, here I am, in the middle of the party, three sheets to the wind with some girl shoving her hands down my pants. Life is good. But, seemingly, the booze starts to wear off and the fact that I can do better starts to register (this is aided by my checking out other girls while feeling the first one up). So, I mumble some sort of excuse to get myself the hell out of there and quickly do so. I find #1Wingman sucking face with a chick who is definitely lower on the scale than the first chick he was making out with. Evidently, the alcohol was having the opposite effect on his judgment. Being the good friend that I am, I pull him off Tons-o-Fun and inform him that we're going to go find some women worthy of our time.
We entered straight into seek out and destroy mode. While we're walking around, some hot girl who seemed to have lost the ability to control her own legs, planted a high-heel directly on my foot. Suppressing the urge to forcefully remove her from my foot, I comically pointed out her little faux pas. Target engaged. She seemed to welcome my advances, so I started throwing vibe her way. She started reciprocating nicely and turned away from the other two guys she was talking to. As always, #1Wingman lived up to his name and came in to help bolster my chances as well as block out the other two guys. Things go well, and next thing I know, he's chased away the two guys and left me to work my own magic. Well, I ended up talking to PartyGirl for the rest of the night. This did not help my odds of hooking back up with the original girl later in the night. In fact, when we got back to the pre-party apartment, she wouldn't even give me the time of day. Oh well, no skin off my back.
PartyGirl and I are supposed to meet up next week for drinks.
