Man down!
Yesterday my good friend C moved to San Francisco. He got a new, better-paying, more-responsibility-ish job, so I’m really happy for him – especially in an economy where finding BETTER jobs seems to be pretty rare.
The part that SUCKS is that I’m losing a wingman (yes, it all ends up being about me at some point). Chris was the best. We’d check out women together, decide which ones to hit on, which ones to leave alone, and most of all – always had each other’s back at the end of the night. We were just always on the same page and always had a lot of fun. It was perfect to hang out with someone with the same energy as me, and even cooler that it was a guy who appreciated my masculinity.
We went to the roller derby a few weeks ago and picked out the women we wanted to meet at the after party. Once at the after part, we divided and conquered – so to speak – to chat with the ladies, and reported back what we found out. I even witnessed his first ever karaoke performance of “Bust A Move,” which might be one of the best performances I’ve ever seen.
So yeah, while I’m happy for him, I’m going to miss him a lot. He did say I could visit SF whenever I want and that he’ll have his eye out for me in the meantime. I’m going to have to take him up on that.
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My other lost wingman is my friend N. She and I have had an interesting couple of weeks friendship-wise, and it’s in a strange place right now. We’ve cleared the air, but the relationship is still strained.
I’m completely at peace with where it is and where I stand, and that’s important to me – but I still felt some pangs of sadness last weekend when I felt the void of not hanging out with her. If I have to write her off, I will – but I don’t want that to happen. I love that girl and have known her since high school, so here’s hoping she can get her shit together and things can get back to a good place (notice I didn’t say back to the way they were - no dice there).
That being said, I’m now accepting applications for wingmen. You must have a discerning eye, good judgment, and a smart sense of humor. You must also be willing to split drink tabs at the end of the night and rescue me if someone sketchy has me cornered.
June 16th, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Smiles…my brother uses me as his wingman…good times!!
June 17th, 2009 at 8:55 am
Beautiful: That’s sweet! I had a brother who did the same, but then he got married and I got laid off. Bummer.
June 16th, 2009 at 12:12 pm
I guess I’m out since I’d probably just watch and laugh if someone sketchy had you cornered. Well, okay, I’d rescue you. After I laughed.
June 17th, 2009 at 9:03 am
Rebecca: If you laugh when I get cornered, I’m totally laughing when Patty from Millionaire Matchmaker has her hands down your shirt to look at your bra. Don’t look to me for help.
June 18th, 2009 at 11:12 pm
Hey, I said I’d rescue you after I finished laughing! Don’t lie – you would be on the floor convulsing with laughter if Patty were checking out my bra.
June 21st, 2009 at 8:57 am
Rebecca: After you finish laughing? Who knows how long that would take? And lesbians move quickly, so your immediate attention is required. And yes, let’s be honest – the second Patty started fishing around, I’d be giggling like a little girl.
June 16th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Awwww so sad! I’d suck, I have ZERO attention to detail. I’d have you paired up with a man before ya knew it. lol
June 17th, 2009 at 9:04 am
Tina: Application denied! But we can still drink together.
June 16th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Attention to Detail – Check
Understanding sexy woman vs smart sexy woman – Check
Covering a bar tap from time to time – Check
Rescuing your ass – Shit! I’d be waiting for you to save my ass while your ass needed saving.
:(
Application failed.
June 17th, 2009 at 9:08 am
Dawg: No, see, you rescue me on the nights when you’re MY wingman, and I’ll rescue you on the nights when I’m YOUR wingman. We can work it out.
June 16th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
What’s the commute time from Florida? Not that it matters, because if you’re offering health I’m in. Are you?
June 17th, 2009 at 9:09 am
Windy: I can’t offer health, but I still have a ton of meds from this last bout with bronchitis and a sinus infection. So as long as you get either one of those, you’re golden! You’d be a fantastic wingman.
June 16th, 2009 at 7:11 pm
The reason why I’m good at rescuing someone’s ass is that I have the thing going that no one expects it from me. I’m all about the element of surprise.
June 17th, 2009 at 9:11 am
Lisa: The element of surprise! An excellent quality to have as a wingman. Plus I know you can take charge, and you’d know when to drag my ass home. HIRED.
June 19th, 2009 at 7:15 am
Hiiiiiii, have you met G.?
consider this my application :)
June 21st, 2009 at 8:58 am
McC: Yes! Your application is already approved. You’re good peeps. And welcome!