Wing Man

By December 9, 2013 December 13th, 2013 No Comments

Frozen Margaritas

Last night I met up with a friend for dinner and drinks. We opted for some cheap eats at Fajitas & ‘Ritas. The food is OK, certainly nothing gourmet but the real charm of this place are the liters of frozen margaritas. As we worked our way through our chips and salsa and quesadillas we chatted about him finding “love”. He told me that I was a good wing man and that we would have to grab drinks more often so we can go on a quest to find him someone. Seems being a wing man must be in my nature. This conversation reminded me of the time my brother had a much better evening because of me!

Many years ago my brother and I went out in NYC for dinner and drinks. We bar hopped a bit and then wound up meeting up with one of his friends who wanted to go out to a dance club. So we hopped a cab and left the Flat Iron district for the club that was up on midtown west. This 4 story dance club was hopping. My brother and his friend had their mouths on the floor most of the night as hot scantily clad girls shook their groove thang. As we stood off to the side of one of the dance floors the 2 of them were wrapped up in a conversation about 4 ladies in particular who were across the room. After 10 minutes of listening to them babble on about how good looking these girls were I said to them they should just shut up and go ask them to dance. But for some reason these ladies turned my brother and his friend into wall flowers. So I took matters into my own hands. I walked across the dance floor and went right up to them and said, “Hi, I am not hitting on you. I am gay and I just got married.” The girls all oooohed and aaahhed and thought this the sweetest thing they ever heard. I then said, “As a wedding gift would you dance with my brother and his friend?”. The girls without missing a beat agreed to my request. I called over my brother and his friend and I took my exit off the dance floor to watch the fruits of my labor. For the next 20-30 minutes I enjoyed watching them bump and grind with huge smiles on their faces. I was a wing man god that night to which my brother’s friend said to me upon leaving the club, “You are coming out with me every weekend!”.