Ego Boost of the Week.

So I'm standing there with a beautiful hefeweizen in my hand, trying to enjoy myself at this 1L birthday party I managed to get invited to. It's in a rather posh part of the city, in a rather posh bar/club, which isn't necessarily my scene, but I try to blend as best I can, look the part as much as possible if for no other reason than to avoid the strange glances of douchebags who can tell I don't really belong. Additionally, since I don't know a shit-ton of 1Ls, I was looking to make conversation with anyone who'd give me the time.

One of the 1Ls I'm familiar with introduces me to her roommate. During the course of introductions, she's telling each of us a little about the other, giving us a good base of knowledge to work with to keep the conversation going. In short order she tells me where he's from, what he does, and how they met.

Then she turns to the roommate and, in a rather sweet sounding tone mind you, says, "___ is the guy all the 1L girls have crushes on."

YES! Victory is mine. She said some other shit about who I am and what I do at school, but what random non-school dude gives a shit about that? I don't think hombre was impressed with my ability to draw the affections of new students though as he didn't even offer to buy me another beer, prick.

Now if I could find an efficient way of overcoming my pesky habit of never talking to women I'm not already on speaking terms with, I might have myself a way to capitalize on this delightful piece of information.

In the mean time, I'm content with knowing there are birds out there that dig guys with awkward confidence and have a penchant for drinking whisky like it's going out of style, which is ironic, because drinking whisky will never go out of style.