So it was recently the 4^th of July… so you just knew fireworks were bound to fly. Cheesy metaphor… but, that’s just how I roll.I met up with one of the roommates that I’m living with next year, Kasey, at his house.

 

It’s maybe 6 o clock PM as I’m walking up to the block that he lives on, alone, and I see a big figure stumbling towards me with a red, white, and blue shirt on that says “Fuck Terrorism”… Yeah, that’s Kasey alright.

 

“Frannnnncissss!! I’m so drunk. I’ve been drinking since noon. Want shots? Let’s take shots.” Naturally I comply, helping Kasey up his stairs, not feeling even slightly bad about getting the kid more drunk… some people can just hold their liq, and Kasey is without a doubt one of thosepeople.

 

So after I take about 6 too many shots with Kasey, I decide to mingle. The house that he lives at is bro-central. There’s only two chicks there, and they are both taken. As opposed to about 17 bro-men, just bro-ing out.

 

After a hard-fought game of drinking baseball (kind of like beer pong, but with bigger teams), I decide a change of scenery is in order. Luckily, my female friend’s boyfriend was having a party two blocks away, so I round up Kasey and another friend and head there. By round up Kasey, I mean break into his locked door and slap him in the face repeatedly until he gets up. As I would later find out, bad move… people pass out for a reason, and they are best left undisturbed.

 

When we get to the new place, I am pleasantly surprised at the ratio of people who I know at the party.  I hug my friends, meet a few new people, and head for the keg. My hot, drunk, female friend Rachel gave me her cup of beer, and drunkenly tried to make out with me. I pushed her away, got some beer, and ran off looking to avoid her. I love her to death, but not enough to do any drunken public displays of affections in front of all our friends.

 

Evidently, some of the random girls took notice. A cute blonde comes up to me, “Rachel is my neighbor back home!”

Francis: “What is your name?”

Courtney: “Courtney”

Francis: “Are you any good at beer pong?”

Courtney: “ummm, no”

Francis: “Me and Courtney are next in beer pong!”

Courtney: “I told you, I’m no good!”

Francis: “It’s OK, I’m amazing… we’ll win even if you don’t make a cup.”

 

Me and Courtney continue to chat a bit before the game. Within the time we were waiting I also made a point of getting to know the host of the party – an important way to develop value at any social event is getting to know the host, if possible. Luckily we had a ton of mutual friends, so it wasn’t a challenge at all.

All the while, Kasey proceeds to drunkenly run around the party and make an ass of himself.

After me and the host are like old buddy’s, I get back to Courtney, and ask if we are up yet. She tells me one more game. We keep flirting, and it’s getting kind of heavy… when suddenly, BAM, I feel my arm being tugged away. It’s my friend Gina…

Francis: “what the fuck?”

Gina: “you know you can’t hook up with that girl… she is Rachel’s neighbor, Rachel would be pissed.”

Francis: “Dude, I can do whatever I want.”

Gina: “No, that would piss off Rachel… and what about Kelly, aren’t you supposed to be with her??”

Francis: “No I am not… dude, just let me be.”

 

So I go back to Courtney:

“Yeah… I have to be honest with you, I think you are really cool, adorable, and cute… but we’ve just been forbidden by Gina to hook up. So we both have to be on our best behavior tonight.”

 

That playful barrier did nothing but feed the intensity of attraction that had already been growing between the two of us.

 

We play beer pong and loose horribly.

 

After the game, when nobody is looking I go for one of my classic quick kiss closes and say, “quick, nobody is looking” then go in for the kiss.” It worked to perfection, heavy make out session ensues.

 

Within 5 minutes we end up bouncing to a local bar, Lucky’s.  I look around and realize Kasey is nowhere to be seen. There’s a pretty funny story behind what happened to him that night, but I’m not going to get into it right here.

 

Our time tat Lucky’s doesn’t last very long, as I take Courtney to the back of the establishment and proceed to lift up her shirt, and full on hook up with her in the middle of the bar. This lasts about 2 minutes before we get kicked out by the manager.

 

But the timing couldn’t have been better. We catch a ride back home, and about 2 hours of fun in my bed follows. And the next day, something that rarely happens went down, the girl facebooked me after a one night stand. Weird…

Keys to success were:

+ Tons of social proof at the party, I could turn right and left and there'd be a cute guy or cool dude who I knew

+ The barrier of "not supposed to have hooked up with this girl"... girls love barriers

+ Logistics were awesome... I didn't get into it, but she actually had a friend who loved me as well and was not cock-blocking me, but actually helping me work out the logistics of hooking up with the girls

Negatives were:

- My female friends trying to cock-block

- Her facebooking me... that is creepy. I thought it was a clear ONS.