Like a ravenous hyena, she watches her prey.

She watches as he walks to the bar. She watches as he gets a drink. She watches as he spills the drink all over himself.

She's hooked.

So she gets on her cell phone and calls the brigade over: "Girls, I need back-up. I've got a live one."

The unsuspecting male does not realize he is now the target of the pack. The ladies put on their game faces and spring into action.

"Like, oh my god, do you see my friend over there? She thinks you're so hot -- you should go talk to her!"

When girls get a hold of alcohol -- usually in the form of extra-sweet berry yummy-gummy schnapps -- they always employ the same snare tactics. The "A" team assembles, much to the surprise of the unsuspecting male, and slowly closes in on him.

When guys drink, however, they turn into lone wolves. They go for the gold with their chosen female target of the evening, or more accurately, the girl they have been eyeing up for the last 10 minutes.

And so begins the courting process -- the "wanna - be - my - pong - partner - even - though - I - won't - remember - your - name - 10 minutes - from - now?" process. Alcohol flips the script of the classic idea of the tried-and-true dating game.

I think the ladies are really onto something with this concept. Girls use the more cunning, and frankly, the more effective strategy. The pack mentality prevents people from choosing a mate that may result in taking the walk of shame the next morning, rather than the stride of pride.

They attack their mark with military precision that cannot be matched by mere lazy-ass guys. We're only using slingshots, while the girls fire the heavy artillery. I guess we really just don't care enough to try that hard.

Plus, we want to have ammo to make fun of our compadres. We'll make sure to give our grinning seal of approval if one of our buddies asks for an opinion on a not-so-flattering girl. Trust me, I've been there giving words of fake encouragement and a hearty thumbs-up to one of my unfortunate pals who's hitting on Chewbacca. This is why we try to pursue a lady by ourselves -- we can't trust our friends to have our backs.

As the fairer sex, it's in ladies' nature to help their friends. Us? We'd rather have a hilarious story for the next morning.

Another bonus to the pack mentality is the lessening of the effects of beer goggles. Normally, if a girl is making a play for a guy that isn't up to par, the rest of her team will remove her from harm's way. Girls are good wingladies like that.

So here's the bottom line guys: It's time for us to stop looking for a good laugh and start looking out for each other. The girls here do it, and so should we. Yeah, it's great when your buddy makes an ill-advised hookup, but as I always say, it's all fun and games until you wake up next to a Wookiee.