The Wingman

So this week one of my best friends came to visit. Every time that we get together something has to happen. Just to make a quick account of the last 2 visits:
* Visited one of the nastiest strip clubs I've ever been! We used to go there with friends from college and it was really good. The last visit was scary as hell, the dancers were horrible and the other customers were scary looking, we payed $40 just to get in and we left in less than 5 minutes. Since I had to find something to delete the images that were stuck on my brain after that horrible place we decide to go to Scores. That's a no-brainer, you cannot go wrong there, gorgeous girls and great drinks, of course all of that has a high price. In less than 3 hours he was able to spend more than $500.
* After a night of party we end up on a high class whore house. The girls were unbelievable! really, perfect model like bodies. By the time we got there I was totally wasted, however not wasted enough to actually take the offer and pick a girl. Call me whatever you want, but I just cannot imagine the idea of paying for sex, even if it is with the most perfect girl ever. So while he was doing his thing with a damn expensive hooker, i was chatting and drinking with a group of them who was using all kind of tactics to take me in.

So, when he arrived in NYC last Friday I was a little worried. Because we both were so busy at work we didn't get a chance to see each other, that is until I got an IM that said "I need you on Wednesday". Here's a litte something about him: he's loaded but he has no game whatsoever! Not that he is bad looking, far from it, but he just doesn't have that IT factor with girls. Here's what happened, in one of his nightly runs he met this girl at a restaurant, she is the hostess of that place, and her birthday was on Wednesday. So he offer to take her out for her birthday, however, and I don't blame her she said that she had a friend that would like to go out with them; and here's were the hero of this story gets involved. My friend beg me to go out with them so he could hook up with the hostess. I used to be a kick ass wingman, I was the guy that would take the ugly girl away just so my friend had a chance with the hot one. But that was a long time ago.

I'm sure the Significant Other wouldn't appreciate if somebody told them that they saw me having dinner with a girl, I'm good when I play outside, so going out with 2 girls that I have never met was kind of risky. But hey, it is me and I wanted to spend some time with my friend anyway. So off we go, I said yes to a blind date that wasn't really a date. Since I was working and had the day from hell, I told them to pick me up at work and then we would go from here. They showed up around 7:30 and I was still working, so i brought them up to a conference room while I finished. Well, the girl that my friend liked was ok, beautiful body but her face wasn't that much, now her friend was beautiful, same great body, but her face was so much better! Which was good and bad, bad because I knew I could be interested.

From my building we walked to this fancy restaurant around Central Park (you cannot really say no to a walk in the city in the middle of December when it is this warm!). On the way there we passed Rockefeller Center which surprisingly wasn't that packed. The girls got their cameras and started to take pictures, I was clever enough to take the pictures but don't appear on them, the last thing I wanted was any evidence of that night! As I was seeing that there was nothing going on between my friend and his girl I told him to buy her one of those Santa hats, just for the fun of it, and it could be a cute thing. He wasn't sure, but i pushed him, and guess what? she loved it!

When we got to the restaurant I wasn't that happy. It was way too fancy! Don't get me wrong, fancy places are ok, but I wasn't in the mood for it. There's something about $70 small piece of meat that is just not right. However, i knew that was my friends game, awe them with a fancy place, which might work, but it cannot close the deal. After spending a ridiculous amount of money on some delicious but tiny meal accompanied by champagne we finished with some ok desserts. All dinner I was trying to get some conversation going, asking questions and making a fool of myself, but in a good way, not in a frat boy kind of way. They laugh all the time, and seemed more comfortable. When we were done with dinner we decided to go for drinks. There things got a little crazier since some tequila shots were involved. My friend once again didn't do much so I tried to keep on pushing the focus to him, working on him been the fun guy, but he just doesn't have it, period.

By the end of the night I had both girls on my lap (I was wearing Santa's hat), got close to kiss the hot one and was invited to go out the next Friday. Now my friend left the city and I have the chance to call this girl. hmm what to do? Honestly it is just fucking awesome to know that I still have it! Even though I would HATE do date again... all of you daters out there keep having a blast, just let me know if you need a wingman!