"..She's throwing an anchor, a junior investment banker, who's talking bout herself and not much more. So buy her a beer that's the reason you're here, mighty wingman, you're taking one for the team so your buddy can live the dream... Wingman"
A little bit about myself I'm a late 20's health professional who just moved back to the Bay after 4 years in So-Cal. No I"m not a murse that's (male-nurse) but then again I'm the rookie member of the health care team, an intern. I have a gf so when I go out with my single guy friends or co-workers. . . I pull double duty as either running interference for my lady friends aka "cock-blocker" or the most under appreciated job as the wingman.
So last week I'm hanging out with my co-workers Dr. Non-alcoholic raver(Dr. N.R.) and Dr. Mestizo/optho(Dr. M.O.). We go to this trendy sushi place in S.J. and have a couple of drinks and meet up with some of Dr. Non-alcoholic Raver's friends. They show up and Immediately I'm put to work, Dr. Mestizo/Optho sizes up a hottie Taiwanese I-banker who's in town visiting clinging to her security blanket. She's a WDWN (well developed/well nourished) bitchy looking, shouldn't be wearing a mid-rift cuz your rolls are hanging out chica. I then execute attack pattern alpha where I offer to buy drinks for Dr. M/O, HTIB, and WDWN. So here's where I do my work I ask WDWN to go with me to the bar, prying her from HTIB so my man Dr. M/O can work his mojo. On the way to the bar I totally distract WDWN by asking her the ususal small talk, what do you do, where'd you grow up, went to college etc. . .So we get back and then I feel a tap on my shoulder. . .It's Dr. Non-Alcoholic raver and she has this look in her eyes like "save me".
"Pretend we're together," she says.
"What?"
"Get this guy off me. . .Please!"
Dr. N.R. and I meet Mr. Consultant from Redondo beach. She mentions that I'm from LA too. . .So here's where I have to go and distract MR. C.R. . I ask him what places he goes to in LA . . .Mention a few hot spots in his area. Man this guy doesn't have a clue. I have to break out the electric defobulator for this one. So Dr. N. R. makes her escape by offering to buy drinks for us while we chat it up. This dude rambles on . . .while i'm thinking about being home asleep. So Dr. N.R. returns with our drinks I get a gin n' tonic and this guy has the nerve to drink a freakin' cosmopolitan. Dr. N.R. has her Aqua Fina. So I sarcastically ask him if that's the new "in" drink in LA. He nods his head while he sips his cosmo like a little bitch.
At the end of the night Dr. Mestizo/Optho and Dr. Non-alcoholic raver give me report before we part ways. Dr. M/O says HTIB wasn't all that interesting. Dr. Non-alcoholic raver says the guys at the bar sucked and she was happy being with the best looking dudes there. Turns out MR. Consultant from Redondo Beach and WDWN chica hooked up. Go figure?
A little bit about myself I'm a late 20's health professional who just moved back to the Bay after 4 years in So-Cal. No I"m not a murse that's (male-nurse) but then again I'm the rookie member of the health care team, an intern. I have a gf so when I go out with my single guy friends or co-workers. . . I pull double duty as either running interference for my lady friends aka "cock-blocker" or the most under appreciated job as the wingman.
So last week I'm hanging out with my co-workers Dr. Non-alcoholic raver(Dr. N.R.) and Dr. Mestizo/optho(Dr. M.O.). We go to this trendy sushi place in S.J. and have a couple of drinks and meet up with some of Dr. Non-alcoholic Raver's friends. They show up and Immediately I'm put to work, Dr. Mestizo/Optho sizes up a hottie Taiwanese I-banker who's in town visiting clinging to her security blanket. She's a WDWN (well developed/well nourished) bitchy looking, shouldn't be wearing a mid-rift cuz your rolls are hanging out chica. I then execute attack pattern alpha where I offer to buy drinks for Dr. M/O, HTIB, and WDWN. So here's where I do my work I ask WDWN to go with me to the bar, prying her from HTIB so my man Dr. M/O can work his mojo. On the way to the bar I totally distract WDWN by asking her the ususal small talk, what do you do, where'd you grow up, went to college etc. . .So we get back and then I feel a tap on my shoulder. . .It's Dr. Non-Alcoholic raver and she has this look in her eyes like "save me".
"Pretend we're together," she says.
"What?"
"Get this guy off me. . .Please!"
Dr. N.R. and I meet Mr. Consultant from Redondo beach. She mentions that I'm from LA too. . .So here's where I have to go and distract MR. C.R. . I ask him what places he goes to in LA . . .Mention a few hot spots in his area. Man this guy doesn't have a clue. I have to break out the electric defobulator for this one. So Dr. N. R. makes her escape by offering to buy drinks for us while we chat it up. This dude rambles on . . .while i'm thinking about being home asleep. So Dr. N.R. returns with our drinks I get a gin n' tonic and this guy has the nerve to drink a freakin' cosmopolitan. Dr. N.R. has her Aqua Fina. So I sarcastically ask him if that's the new "in" drink in LA. He nods his head while he sips his cosmo like a little bitch.
At the end of the night Dr. Mestizo/Optho and Dr. Non-alcoholic raver give me report before we part ways. Dr. M/O says HTIB wasn't all that interesting. Dr. Non-alcoholic raver says the guys at the bar sucked and she was happy being with the best looking dudes there. Turns out MR. Consultant from Redondo Beach and WDWN chica hooked up. Go figure?
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