A little get-together

I awoke next to a complete beautiful stranger, dark honey skin slender body long legs the blackest hair I’ve seen, and like it’s all tangled up, words, naked bodies, music, drinks, laughter from a far place, an overwhelming feeling of apathy, in my mind. How I got here, you may ask.
A few weeks back (does it matter when?), I received an email from a dear friend of mine to attend her birthday party. Let’s say that this girl’s name is Anna, and that once I got there, the place of gathering, there were already two girls for every guy present; luckily, out of the whole bunch of guys already there, only one and a half really count for now. So, in other words, the others are not skilled competitors, and I am automatically the alpha male. But not one to leave things to chance, I set the stakes high by distancing myself from the crowd in a tactical manner once I am introduced. I excused myself with a light gesture and head to the bar all on my own. A competition has already begun whether you acknowledge or not; in fact, it is on right now as we speak. But let’s not focus on the inner and metaphysical aspect of things; otherwise we won’t get far from here. Now, I’m at the bar enjoying my beer, letting the world around me sort of rotate but without a drop of pretension. The birthday girl comes over with a recently arrived couple and we exchange a couple of sentences, deliberately introducing me to them that now set about my domain. In other words, the fact that I sat alone on the closest corner of the bar doesn’t signal to her my need for privacy and as if I, instead, claimed that territory as an extension of the whole. Or, it could well be, that she feels I am making myself left out and so impose them on me, maybe give her an excuse to pick at my mind without seeming like she is all by herself with me in a part of the bar aside from her little crowd of friends.
The idea is to be comfortable in your own skin, and at the same time, have a manly stance, hold your drink high and drink slowly, savor it in and then down your throat. No rush here, just a guy having a beer, and that’s it. I know, you want to get to the part where I take the girl down… but since this isn’t a movie you have a control over it, and fast-forward it, or rewind, at will, then you will have to conduct yourself with tact and pace. It’s not like I woke up one day and found myself next to a young pretty thing; these things aren’t accidental, they just seem that way.