Picture this: You walk into a party with your girls in tow. Before you even get your first drink, you make eye contact with a guy, followed by one of those "if you only knew what I was thinking" smiles.

The conversation has little substance, but gives a reason for body contact. The music is too loud to speak at a distance any further than a few inches. You coyly whisper in his ear, while still grabbing onto his hand --- then slowly pull away just as he thinks something might happen.

Ladies is pimps too. Go and brush your shoulders off.

That's right, boys -- any game you can play, I can play better.

Girls have game too. We can read guys who think they hold every girl's heart in the palm of their hand.

You know them -- they're the ones who think "Real Game" involves popped collars and a case of Natty Ice, and whose predictability is more comforting than intriguing.

Though some girls may go out on a Saturday night looking for "the one"-- don't flatter yourself. Chances are you're not Prince Charming.

So, I'm just out enjoying the chase -- and the tougher the opponent, the more enjoyable the reward is at the end of the night. And over the years I've come up with a pretty good strategy to get what I want.

My girls and I have something called an agenda.

Each night we pick guys to "pencil in" (boys who could do if there are no other options that night), and those who obtain "magic marker" status. "Magic marker" boys are the ones who will, with no question, be yours by the end of the night.

And then it's all about confidence, and every girl has the power to get what she wants.

Always remember, you are hotter than any guy in the room- and you have a better personality. If you ever get the feeling a guy doesn't agree- let it go.

There are 20,000 other fish in the sea.

Now, don't get the wrong idea -- I don't go around giving out my number to anyone. That's not the way the game is played.

The trick is to always make a boy believe you're "just not that into him," then string, string, string him along.

I once had a professor say I would most likely find my spouse at Penn State. I could be immature, but the notion made my stomach churn.

College is the perfect time to just have fun, and it is the best environment to master the game of lust and love.

But to all the nice guys out there, don't worry: This is just a phase.

Nice guys never finish last; girls just don't want to hurt them in the game.