i feel the need for speed!

i met him! i actually met the infamous 'wingman'!

the wingman is a part of the current male zietgiest (ha ha!) or something...
it refers to to half a pair of males where when one of the duo finds a girl he'd like to dance with, grope, whatever his friend is then required to distract her friend. hence the term: wingman-the boys protective spirit. the one who 'takes one for the team'. or something.

anyways, last night i had my first wingman experience and it was fucking hilarious. actually, it probably wasn't my first wingman experience but it was the first time i was completely aware of it. perhaps it was the harsh light of sobriety or perhaps it was the fact that jesse-the wingman-wasn't a very good wingman.

so here's what happened.

clarice, carmen and i went to see shout out out out out at the powerplant and then wanted to continue partying so at around 1:30 or so we braved the snowstorm and headed downtown to halo. as soon as we arrived at halo carmen and i made our way to the dance floor while clarice went to get some drinks. three seconds on the dance floor and this dude in a yellow shirt grabs carmen and starts dancing with him. i just keep dancing, i didn't care. clarice was coming back and the song was good-or at least keeping me on the floor. so three seconds after carmen starts dancing with mr. yellow shirt i meet the wingman.

wingman: hey!
me: hi. (big smile. whatever, i'm in a good mood)
wingman: did i button my shirt up wrong?
me: what? (what? it was loud)
wingman: did i button my shirt up right? or are they all messed up?
me: lemme see...(i look) nope. dude, you did it perfectly, congratulations!
wingman: so where were you lovely ladies before this?
me: uh...we were at the powerplant to see a band.
wingman: what band?
me: shout out out out out
wingman: whitey houston! i love whitey houston!
me: no. shout out out out out. but the dudes from whitey houston are in shout out out...
wingman: yeah, i love whitey houston! and the powerplant. i know the powerplant. i go to the university...
me: yeah, they're fun too.
wingman: i saw whitey houston once.
me: at the powerplant?
wingman: nope. at new city.
me: cool. yeah, i've seen them at new city a couple of times.
wingman: cool. was tonight good?
me: yep! it was rad. a totally fun show and it was free so even if it wasn't as good at least it didn't cost anything.
wingman: FREE?
me: yep. free! they were recording it for cbc radio.
wingman: cool.
me: have you guys been here all night?
wingman: yep. we got here a couple hours ago and we've just been drinking...well, should we dance since our friends are dancing?
me: sure, whatever.
we dance for a while and then the song ends. carmen and yellow shirt guy stop dancing and mr. yellow shirt walks away.
wingman: well, thanks for the dance. i'm jesse. what's your name?
me: michelle.
wingman: well michelle it was nice meeting you. i'm sure i'll see you at the university sometime. bye...
me: seeya.

thus ends my saga with the wingman. i wish you could have actually heard my conversation with this guy about whitey/shout out... it was the funniest thing ever.

girls don't really have a wingman equivalent do they?

happy saturday!
michelle.