Senior year of college. To save on valet parking (and the fact that my buddy's new Corvette was way better than my car) I drove over with him to a nightclub that was a target rich environment of women. He ended up with a gorgeous sleek babe and I ended up with her blabber mouth friend who was not attractive but a) did not seem to realize she was not every man's fantasy and b) spent the night talking about how much money her father made. To add insult to injury I made a secret pact letting him take Miss Beautiful out to the beach in his silver 'vette while I drove back to the university with the obnoxious one. A very long night.
A couple of years back Coors beer made a commercial entitled Ode To the Wingman. Believe me that commercial hits home; call me Wingman.
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