Educating Tanya…
I had a blast at the Comedy Fest with Jenn, Paul and Cecile! It felt GREAT to laugh my butt off for a few hours.
I even learned something.
Perhaps it is something I didn’t want to know however. Has anyone heard the term “Wingman”? I certainly hadn’t heard of that before Saturday night. I mentioned that I was lost to Jenn, and she looked at me like I was an alien. Apparently, for those of you who don’t know what a “wingman” is, it’s a term associated to friends of guys who go out to a club with another guy — and “take out” the chick that is with the hot chick that the guy wants to go home with. Sigh. Is this what the single world has come to? The comedian, Paul Bae, (who, other than that part of the act, I enjoyed listening to) went on about how he was such a brilliant friend because he was a “wingman” on several occasions. I feel so naive. Someone, pass me another shooter, please.
I’m heading on a cruise with my Mom in September! This way, I can go out and do my own thing, and she can enjoy her vacation, and it’s “all good”. (do you think I’m overusing quotes today?… Okay, okay, I’ll stop). I’m sure it’ll be a great time in the Caribbean sharing the experience with my Mom, as she’s never been that far south, and certainly never been on a cruise. I’m looking forward to some major cutting loose, and I’m sure she’ll enjoy herself in her own way as well. (She doesn’t drink, so I’ll have to experience that end of the vacation for both of us… LOL!).
I’ve been asked out a few times this week. I’ve declined, but told the guys that I’d be interested in considering a coffee next week, or something. I’m still stinging a bit, so I really just want to take it easy for a few weeks before “jumping back in”, so to speak. (Oh darn — I did promise to stop the quotes, didn’t I?). I’m getting there, but I still don’t want to date yet. Maybe next week.
I think, even though it’s a long weekend for us Canadians this week, that I’ll work at least half the day tomorrow to finish my leftover projects, and hopefully see some closure to the stragglies that have been left behind from a busy month. After that, I’m not sure what I’ll do tomorrow night… I did promise Zoë to call her this weekend, so perhaps we’ll get out tomorrow night.
I’d better get to bed… it’s getting terribly late. Hugs to you all…
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Hey, maybe you’ll end up being a “wingman” for yer ma on the cruise.
Okay, now that was a visual I just didn’t need. Sheesh.
sounds like you had fun… left you an email earlier. Hope to hear from you.
Ah yes… the wingman. I’ve held that position for a couple of my girlfriends out on the prowl.
Sigh.
I’m so naive. I had no idea.
shocked! never heard the term “wingman?!!” the wingman is the key to a successful night of carousing. a good wingman is essential for any single, social male. its more than just a guy to sit with the ugly girl. he is the guy with whom you bounce the jokes. he sets up the stories. he makes you seem charming. he keeps you from looking creepy.
a good wingman is totally essential to any night out.
“its more than just a guy to sit with the ugly girl”? ouch.
sometimes playing the winger has benefits as you make friends, don’t look like you’re gaming for anyone, can multiple-wing it as well…and karma gets this occasional ‘wing man’ in a good way.
I’ll never be able to go out in my happy naivity again. All I’ll do now is look around the club and mentally note all the “Wingmen” present.
I guess it’s all human nature. Sometimes, though, it’s nice to live in a state of denial.
haha welcome to my life
I’m in a constant state of denial
you don’t like, go out and get deemed a wingman right away…guys sometimes call dibs on a girl and that then makes you the wingman for their potential romantic interests. Wingmen are sooo early-to-mid twenties anyway.
oh ya? So, at our age, wingmen aren’t an issue? (I feel suddenly old!) LOL.