How about this, phone up your friends girlfriend and tell her that your friend really has his heart set on going to the game, so heatbroken she tells him its ok, and off he goes.
Meanwhile you offer to go to the party with her as a "friend"
Listen sympathetically as she tells you that she was testing him and he should be here right now. Continually feed her champag-ne as she bares her soul to her. She tells you what a great guy you are for listening to her problems. Of course you quietly bury your best friend, saying that she deserves better, someone who would be willing to drop everything to be with her . . . as you order more Champagna.
Totally seduce her.
Every one wins.
The boyfriend gets to see Sydney Crosby play. The Girlfriend gets to have revenge sex. You just get to have sex.
Everyone wins.
Yay
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