When They Just Have No Game

I know that my blog has been primarily about my experiences with men, but I just have to tell you about the funny experience Duchess ran into the other day. It's too precious for words.

I'm not exactly sure where she initially met this guy. On a flight somwhere I think. All we knew was that he was cute and worked as a rep for Purdy's Chocolate. Sounds perfect no? She arranged to meet Purdy's Chocolate Guy (PCG) at a club downtown. As we were walking, I ran into a wonderful man named Lance who insisted he walk us to our destination and entertained us with exciting stories the entire way. Duchess and I still talk about the mystery man named Lance who decided to come with us on the six-block walk to the club but gracefully bowed out when PCG showed up with his not-to-attractive (NTA) friend. Lance was beautiful, but I had to let him go. It's what a good wing does. *sigh*

Well we spent all night with these two guys. I even went out to the balcony and had a cigarette with NTA *gross* to give Duchess and PCG time to get aquainted. I went on two more outings with Duchess and PCG as the wingman. It's what we do really.

Then all of a sudden PCG and NTA just dissapeared. We didn't hear anything from them and there was no follow-up. Every once in a while Duchess would tell me that PCG sent her a message will hintings of a "booty call," but we are not booty-call kind of girls. We wrote him off, and were on to better things.

Then I get a red-flagged email from Dutchess at work. When I opened it, I realized it wasn't to me but to PCG, and I was on the CC line. It said "Please refrain from calling my office with personal messages. Thank you." Attached was a recording that had come to Duchess' assistant as a voicemail. It read "hey, where is my booty call?"

He replied with "oh my God, I'm sorry! I must have text messaged the wrong number!"

Of course I forwarded this man's stupidity to my entire office and to all of our personal friends. It circulated back to me a couple weeks later in a forward from a completely unrelated contact. The title of the email was "How not to get a booty call."

The moral of the story is that, as a wing, we may have a few lost opportunities *sigh. . . Lance* but ultimately it's worth seeing your friends grow as PUAs, and it's even better when the men involved turn out to be stupid enough laugh about months later.

B