We've already covered there are frogs everywhere. Some are frogs in sheeps clothing. Wednesday was a prime example of that with lots of frogs hanging out around my work-event. Diverted those on my own.
Friday was a whole new day.
At lunch - the gem who works for me gave me the sly "ummm... to your left, don't look right now, white shirt, amazing blue eyes ... no wedding ring. Ok, look now now now!!!"
Man does she know my type. Perfection.
But I'm at a work lunch, and I never would ever ask my co-workers to get involved in this type of business.
Enter Tricia*, the waitress in training serving our table. She looks fun.
She asks "everything ok over here"?
"Yes, but can you come huddle into our table for a second..." her eyes light up and I instantly know she's got good energy. "Are you serving that table of good looking guys over there? We're trying to figure out if the one in the white shirt is single".
"For you?" She says. "Are you single??"
"Sadly I am"
"Me, too!" she says. "I've been starting to think something is wrong with me. I'm 33 and all my friends are married with kids and I keep dating bums!"
I tell her we might be the same person and explain to her how important I think wing women are in the dating world and how I'd rather have a website service for ...
"Wing-women/single friends instead of a match.com????" We finished each others sentence. We immediately exchanged contact info. New wing-woman added. She then went a step further.
I see the hot guy get up and go to the bathroom inside. About 5 minutes later, the door opens a crack and I can see Tricia has stopped him. 5 more minutes pass by and Tricia comes out and says "Single, his name is Tony, we're going on a double date soon with him and his friend Matt, also at the table." (Also cute).
That is a prime example of advanced level winging.
Also a great example are the wing-friends that push you to do things you wouldn't normally do. And that also happened last night.
I recently talked Riri* into joining match.com with me. Misery loves company right? I joke. So Riri finds there are these mixer events match.com sponsors. Some are totally lame but looks like this one was a beer tasting in Boston. She not only suggested we do it, but bought the tickets and made me feel like there was nothing to be nervous about here - and it would be an experience.
Boy was it an experience.
When we got there, I instantly got nervous. I used to get nervous a lot with the dating scene but as of late, thanks to the massive amount of frogs I've been dating, my skin has thickened substantially. But the sight of a room full of single people, whom at first glance looked like a room full of comic book/anime/star trek fans .... made me panic.
Riri made me go in. But thankfully skipped the instruction from the event coordinator to take a name tag and not write our names but our "guilty pleasure" on tag and wear it around. I loved even more that she joked "no one here needs to know my guilty pleasures". Ha!
It was a shit show. I made friends with the bartender and we got free shots. We sat at the bar and didn't mingle at all. In fact, I don't think I even made eye contact with anyone. I did catch a very short short man staring me down at one point. That's when I told Riri to pound her drink and we got out of dodge.
We went down the street to Eastern Standard where we talked all about relationships, penises, the assholes we've dated. We drank a good drink, ate a great meal, and then went home.
We covered a lot of things to think about and some lessons learned. I'll capture them quick - I'm late for the beach!
Lessons Learned:
- Put yourself out there. Be more open. Chat with (friendly looking) strangers. Even if it's scary. Chances are you'll walk away with a good story. Or free shots. Or a new wing-woman and a double date.
- Match.com events are NOT my cup of tea.
- There is a market for a wing-woman match-making service and also a need for better match making mixer events. Someone give me money so I can start it.
- After lots of research and discussion: Penis size does matter.
Thought Provoking Items:
- Maybe we should just plan to go out and have fun doing things we love with our friends and Mr. Right could just show up. Maybe we need to stop the "hunt".
- Why don't fabulous single women like me and my friends close the book on asshole men? Was my mom right? Is that why something else that's better doesn't come into our lives? Because in the back of our minds we're still subconsciously holding onto the jerk that treated us bad? And WHY would we do that? Especially if they had small penises that didn't work properly. Like really - not good.
Going to think about that today while I'm at the beach, with one of my besties and her family that I love so much, watching fire works and soaking up the sun. There's more to life than these frogs. That's important to remember!
*Names of course changed to protect the fantastic wing-women. I don't want anyone stealing mine!
