Ok, is this site for real? That was my first thought, so I cruised around a bit. Some of the articles are hilarious, but some of them are interesting. I kind of felt like I'd found the opposing team's playbook, if you will. There were strategies on dating, on dumping, on sex, on friendship, etc. There was an article on warning signs that should make you run from a relationship, and articles on... well, there are a lot of different topics discussed.
There was one particular article that I thought was really funny on the topic of the wingman, but which is now the reason for this particular blog. I suggest you read the article, then return. Take your time.
You're back? Read on.
I have totally been wingmanned! Not every time I go out, no. But I realize looking back that guys have obviously marked me as lower on the totem pole of desirability on multiple occasions, and I feel slightly annoyed. They can all go to hell! Oh, but first, they should watch this video:
Seriously, I'm not really that annoyed about being deemed wingman fodder on occasion. It just means that I have awesome friends. Also, I have had some freaking bizarre conversations with random people in bars because of this. After all, their job is to keep you occupied and busy, so they're a captive audience. You never want to be my captive audience when I'm trying to get rid of you, because I will stray into the most incredibly dull, bar or anywhere inappropriate conversations that you could think of. I will tell you about the origins of dust, or perhaps the mating habits of dung beetles. Perhaps you will learn the history of potato cultivation, or be engaged in a conversation about the linguistic advantages of Esperanto. In other words, wingmen be warned. You will suffer. There will be pain.
4 comments:
You have NOT been wingmanned. You HAVE wingmanned. Never accept that it is something that has been done to you. You are always, always in control!
Besides, Geege? A certain someone this most recent Monday night thought you were "ridicuously cute." I believe you actually went on a date last evening with this certain someone. Yes? Details, please.
P.S. I was the queen of wingwomen this week. You're welcome, you pimp:)
Ok, admittedly I saw There Will Be Blood last night with a boy who thinks I'm cute who we met at the Tipp, so I can't say I was a wingman target.
And while you are, indeed, a mighty wingwoman, his friend thinks you are cute as hell. So there! :)
Just so you know, I commonly refer to you two as "the hot doctors."
So own it, ladies, because I speaketh the truth.
Guys who use playbook strategies to pick up girls at bars are douchebags, plain and simple.
It's true! Originally you were introduced to me as "The Hot Doctors", and after I found Gigi's blog it became "Gigi and the Other Hot Doctor", but now that I know your names it's "Amy & Gigi" and I just think the hot doctor part to myself.
As a woman in engineering, I have on many occasions been a guy-friend's wingwoman. Meh, it works, and I'm of the general opinion that most engineering dudes need all the help they can get to get laid. Just because they're more or less (more) socially incompetent doesn't mean that they don't also need the sweet sweet bootay, so I'm gonna help a brotha out.
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