This story takes place the morning after the first gambling incident. My friend and I only had a few hours left before we had to go home, so we decided we had to really pick up some girls. We realized the night before that the bet idea might work, so we decided to try it out.
As I write this, I have the opportunity to reflect on the trip, and I realize that this ski resort was packed with good-looking girls. At the time we didn't really notice just how easy it was to find pretty girls; we just went ahead and approached the first pair we saw.
I let my friend go up to the girls slightly ahead of me in case they rejected him immediately; this way I wouldn't feel stupid. The girls were friendly, however, so we went right into our story about having a bet with a friend who could have any girl he wanted, and before we knew it we were riding up the lift with a girl on our side.
The chair lift ride wasn't that interesting; we just talked about where we were from, and stuff like that. I'm not sure if she believed my story about being a French junior racing team member during the winter, and a lifeguard during the summer, but she seemed interested. She didn't ask too many questions about the bet, so they didn't figure out (at least they didn't say anything) that we made the whole thing up.
The end of this story is kind of dissapointing. When we got to the bottom of the slope, we thanked the girls, and they immediately left. My friend and I just stood there for a minute, before we realized what happened. When we decided they weren't waiting for us, we resisted the urge to follow them; we didn't want to be stalkers again. We did regret the decision later, however, because all the cute girls had gone home, so we were stuck until we went home.