He was surrounded by three, maybe four, girls all batting their eyelashes at him, playing with their hair, constantly giggling at everything he said and had their hands all over him and he did nothing to stop the advances they made on him. Maybe he would go home with someone tonight, you thought. They were all so pretty; prettier than you. They had perfect bodies, perfect smiles, and it suddenly made you feel out of place at this party, watching your boyfriend being hit on.