So last night, I went to a loft party in Manhattan that was thrown by my friend and her boyfriend. I showed up with my two good friends. We proceeded to get sloshed and check out the scene. So I saw this one girl who seemed kinda cute. I said to myself, "Victim #1!" So I sit next to her and chat her up. We're talking for a while. Then she starts giving me the cold shoulder, so I'm like whatever. 20 minutes of hardwork for nothing! So I say screw that and go to my friend who threw the party and told her to hook me up. So she introduces me to a second girl who was pretty cute and nice. I talk to her and it turns out her parents are from the same part of India as mine. So I make sure I get her number since she's gonna be here in NY for another week. I share the news of the victory with my boys and we go have some more drinks. I wander into the kitchen area and start talking to her again. Only this time, a guy claiming to be her boyfriend shows up right next to her. This happened with my arm around the girl, so I don't think he was too happy about that. I just didn't get it. Why would this girl give me her number if she already had a man. My roomate promptly jumps in (to save me from an ass whoopin) and gets me out of there. I was like "What the hell man, why'd she give me her number if her boyfriend is here at the party?" He replied with "You moron, that's a different girl than the one who gave you the number. The girl who you talked to was wearing a dress and this one is wearing jeans." The lesson here: After a few drinks and minimal lighting, all girls look alike. Share your stories!