I thought this would be an interesting story to share:
I like to say that I am a pretty good wing woman. I wing for both my guy and girl friends. But I want to share a recent experience – like that just happened a couple Saturdays ago.
A and I decided to go out, out. There is a difference. Using one “out” meaning something more chill and relaxed: eating, movies, or get boba typically. Two “outs” such as “go out, out” can only mean one thing: let’s get wild.
Decided to stay local out of convenience – an oldie, but a goodie when we go play. Met up a few faces, mingled and left. We arrived at destination number two and here I am waiting to get our drinks at the bar when all of a sudden this big Six-Footer, approached us. He brings a Five-Footer with him.
This is where it got awkward. These two men talked to us, and you kind of don’t know who is pursuing who, and who is going to end up winging who. Six-footer went after A.
You know what that means.
Yes, Friends, I got stuck with the Five-Footer. Yay.
While A and Six-footer were engaged in a, I assumed, a good start and lovely conversation, his terrible wing man suddenly left him and here I was stood by myself, but it was okay. I was thinking yes, I don’t have to talk to the friend or anything. A can handle this guy on her own. Woo!
But I spoke too soon. The wing man aka Five-Footer came within my distance and chopped it up with me. We began chat chitting and less than halfway into his sentence, I was bored.
Ouch, Chary. Really, you are so brutal sometimes. Oh well.
He began getting very flirtatious with me and stupidly enough, I just smiled and pretend it was okay. He was getting frisky and it was pissing me off. He thought I was kidding and playing coy. I don’t play coy…
I looked over my shoulder, and A and Six-Footer were exchanging numbers before we headed out. You go girl!
But here I am stuck with this guy, who does not get the hint that I am not remotely interested. I have no interest in you, whatsoever.
As the evening progressed, we tried ditching the two and kept roaming around, but sadly these guys were leeched onto us the entire night. How horrific…
Here I am thinking I am a good wing woman; you know, sucking it up and dealing with this dude. But deep down inside, I felt sorry for myself. Why did I continue to “be nice” and cordial with Five-Footer? Oh yeah, that’s right, my best friend and his friend were engaged the entire night.
Deal with it, woman!
A later acknowledge my efforts. From afar, she knew I dreaded the evening hanging with Five-Footer, cigarette smoker with terrible hair.
So what is the moral of the story, Friends? Here is to list a few:
- It not a choice, an obligation.
- You can use some liquid courage. Do it, I highly recommend.
- This is a selfless act. Don’t make it about you and make sure your girlfriend accomplish something: free drink, phone number exchange or whatever else floats their boat.
- Don’t be afraid to be aggressive physically when it comes to a man disrespecting you in any way.
- If you’re not interested, have a plan for execution. Always!
I am replaying the scenario in my head and I cannot help but giggle at the random and stupid stuff that was going on that evening.
In all honesty, I wanted some quality, fun, girls night with A, but we were cock blocked. Seriously, guys don’t do this to a girl when really she is just trying to have an evening out with her girlfriends.
Until my next adventures!
*Artwork done by S.
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