Adventure Girl learns a lesson on dating in-the-flesh
Have you ever been out on the town, keeping an eye out for possibles, as they hunt you, but when you finally get your chance to meet, talk, drink (and hopefully a bit more), with your Target, you end up spending the night talking to his best mate?
The best mate is most likely his 'Wing Man', on a mission to talk your Target up, break the ice, and keep you interested, all without making a move himself.
Now there's nothing inherently wrong with this. In fact, it helps you as much as your Target, particularly if you're as shy and hopeless at talking to strangers without a bottle and a half of Sauv Blanc in you as me. The Wing Man is easy to talk to. He tells you the pertinent details, like where your Target is spending the night, what he pretends to do for a living, and what he is posing as for the evening.
You play along, make up something equally as banal that you do for a living. I usually go for the zookeeper or fluffer, or a fluffer at the zoo. This interaction gives you the advantage of appearing fun and flirtatious without putting your skills directly to the test. The Wing Man has no vested interest in you, and so can be as absurd as you are prepared to go along with.
But there's the crux. You realise several drinks into the night that you might actually prefer the Wing Man. Hell, your target has barely said two words to you. They're just standing there like the undertaker their best mate has proclaimed them to be. And you're left chatting, laughing and flirting with someone who is not only off-limits under the Wing Man rules, but is more than likely already taken (hence their willingness to play WM)!
And so you leave without your man-fluff on your arm, and possibly even without having given over your phone number (false or otherwise) with some fond memories but an empty bed, ready to meet your next potential Target the following week... as long as their WM doesn't prove more fun.
-AG
Have you ever been out on the town, keeping an eye out for possibles, as they hunt you, but when you finally get your chance to meet, talk, drink (and hopefully a bit more), with your Target, you end up spending the night talking to his best mate?
The best mate is most likely his 'Wing Man', on a mission to talk your Target up, break the ice, and keep you interested, all without making a move himself.
Now there's nothing inherently wrong with this. In fact, it helps you as much as your Target, particularly if you're as shy and hopeless at talking to strangers without a bottle and a half of Sauv Blanc in you as me. The Wing Man is easy to talk to. He tells you the pertinent details, like where your Target is spending the night, what he pretends to do for a living, and what he is posing as for the evening.
You play along, make up something equally as banal that you do for a living. I usually go for the zookeeper or fluffer, or a fluffer at the zoo. This interaction gives you the advantage of appearing fun and flirtatious without putting your skills directly to the test. The Wing Man has no vested interest in you, and so can be as absurd as you are prepared to go along with.
But there's the crux. You realise several drinks into the night that you might actually prefer the Wing Man. Hell, your target has barely said two words to you. They're just standing there like the undertaker their best mate has proclaimed them to be. And you're left chatting, laughing and flirting with someone who is not only off-limits under the Wing Man rules, but is more than likely already taken (hence their willingness to play WM)!
And so you leave without your man-fluff on your arm, and possibly even without having given over your phone number (false or otherwise) with some fond memories but an empty bed, ready to meet your next potential Target the following week... as long as their WM doesn't prove more fun.
-AG
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