F**k Boys. They've been around since the beginning of time and I've been dealing with them since I realized boys don't have cooties. Anyone who's ever dated a guy will tell you they've encountered at least one f**k boy in their life. If you say you haven't, you're probably lying to yourself.

But how does one spot a f**k boy?

Normally this is easy, most f**k boys just radiate f**k boy vibes. But others are a little harder to spot. They start off sweet, texts you each morning, kisses you goodbye, and pays attention to you at the party. You know this guy has a reputation of being a player, every Instagram picture features a new girl. But you tell yourself they're all just friends, he's putting in so much effort that he can't be a f**k boy.

But slowly he starts texting you less and less, until one day you see him all over another girl. (If you're lucky it's on snapchat and not in person because have fun trying to control your facial expression.)

You tell yourself that don't care, it's not like you two were dating or anything. But the fact that you just stalked all of her social media and over analyzed every one her tweets with your friends shows that you clearly care.

No matter how many times your friends tell you that you're waaaay prettier than her, it still bothers you. You have no idea why, because you don't have feelings for this guy. At least, you don't think?

The only way to numb the pain inflicted by the f**k boy epidemic is to put on your hottest outfit, grab your best friends, head to the liquor store and play the f**k boy drinking game.

Two sips if he already had a reputation of being a player.

One sip for every late night "you up?" text.

One sip for every time he ignored you out in public.

One shot for every time you called him out on being a f**k boy and he didn't reply.

One sip for every time he said "you're the only girl I'm talking to".

Two sips for every time he avoided the "what are we?" conversation.

One shot for every other girl he was hooking up with.

Two sips for every time he said he would text you, but never did.

Three sips for every Instagram picture with another girl.

One shot for every "hot girls daily" Instagram account he follows.

Two sips for every other girl's tweet he favorited.

One sip for every time he was texting another girl in front of you.

Chug for every time he thought he could text your friend without you finding out.

Two sips for every time he read your text and didn't reply.

Chug for every time you ran into him at the bar when he said he wasn't doing anything that night.

Finish your drink if he was with another girl.

One shot for every time he said "I thought you knew we were just friends."

Chug forever when you find out via social media that he's now dating someone.