This story takes place a few hours after the feminist story, and should be fun for anyone who has tried to use a lame pickup line. My friend had recovered from the feminist incident, and he decided that his odds were better, because there were more girls out at night. We were waiting to get on the chairlift when two really cute girls got on the lift in front of us. We decided the half pipe we had been skiing could wait, and we followed the girls to another slope. The girls seemed to be waiting for someone/people, so my friend fiddled with his binding so we wouldn't be so obvious. A whole bunch of people joined them (we found out that they were on a a school trip), but finally they started to ski. We followed them, and said something to them (we don't remember what it was, we were too high). We all got to the bottom, with us still trying to act like we weren't following them. We timed it so that we would be next to them in the lift line.
After a minute or two, one of the girls turns to us and says, "Could you guys help us out?" We nodded dumbly, waiting for them to ask us out or something. "We've got this bet going with a friend of ours; we need to pick up some guys." She pointed out some girl who said she could get any guy she wanted (if you know "Laroo", you know what I'm talking about). I took one look at her and laughed. "Trust me, she doesn't have a chance at this." The girls smiled and rode the lift with us. We skied down the slope (the girls were beginners, so we couldn't tear it up, but we got to use our ski instructor stories -more on that later-), and we all stopped at the bottom. The whole time, the girls would wave to everyone they knew and pointed us out so everyone would know they won.
We stood at the bottom of the slope for a few minutes, all of us waiting for someone to do something. Finally, one of the girls said, "Well, thanks a lot guys. See you later," and the both skied off. My friend and I watched them for a second, then looked at each other. "Hey... wait a second..." We quickly skied after them, and got on the lift a few chairs behind them. We followed them to the other side of the mountain and caught up with them, and we all sat together on a quad. When we got off, they tore off like bats out of hell. We caught them a few more times, and each time they acted like nothing weird was going on. I caught with one of them and she said, "Where do you go to school?" We talked for a second, then she took off. The only thing keeping me from catching up was my slow-ass friend on the snowboard, who couldn't keep up (it was his idea to stalk them anyway, so I didn't really care). We gave up when they got a big senior to protect them.