The Wing Woman Gets The Last Laugh
Years ago I had a group of guy friends I regularly went out drinking with. I was the token girl among a group of guys, which meant I was the ultimate secret weapon: the wing woman. No girl ever suspected what I was up to when I came over to ask her where she bought her shoes (they are sooo cute!) and a minute later I pulled one of my guy friends over to talk with us.
It was a great arrangement because they did the same for me, although the ratio of douchebags to fuckables in a bar is frightening. My guy friends were more likely to come to my rescue after two minutes of conversation with a missed target and some very noticeable signalling.
Being wing woman was extra awesome for me because if I didn’t meet anyone, I could go home with one of them.
