Unfortunately, this particular encounter was
Unfortunately, this particular encounter was sabotaged by my traditional enemy, the Hot Girl's Best Friend.
She butted into our conversation and didn't even try to be subtle about it: "We have to leave RIGHT NOW." She was introduced to me, but she gave me a dead-fish handshake and didn't bother to find out my name. "I'm going to stand right over there and wait for you."
She walked a few metres away and turned around and stared at us.
"So how would you like to ditch your friend and go make out with me somewhere...?" I said. "Um... your friend is pointing her finger at me like a loaded gun."
And so the obviously reluctant Hot Girl came to be dragged away from me, probably forever, by the Best Friend. And our glorious epic simultaneous orgasms of destiny failed to materialize. To my considerable chagrin.
What is going on with the Best Friends of the Hot Girls of this world? I've often wondered. Are they motivated by jealousy, or resentment of all the fun Hot Girls get to have?
Maybe it's more complicated than that. I have a theory... Throughout history, men have done lots of nasty things to women. As a protective measure, many women have constructed an elaborate network of Best Friends. This network causes her behaviour to default to non-contact with men. If she wants to get with a guy, she has to work hard to make it happen.
It has to be a sure thing to make the Hot Girl blow off the Best Friend, who's standing a little way off, holding her coat and sighing.
But wow. If a woman is willing to ditch her friends to hang out with me, it is definitely a good sign. She's probably led by her passions in other departments as well.
(By the way, this is exactly what men are talking about when they claim to be attracted to "independent women.")