Who Needs a Wingman?

This was one of my first times out since a very rough New Year’s. Don’t expect a blog post about that night, simply because I don’t remember it. And apparently, I was lost about half of the night. While I was told I was really hitting it off with a girl at one point, I awoke the next morning (in my suit, bow-tie still tied, sleeping on a hanger, my wallet missing, and cursed with a splitting headache) with no new phone numbers in my phone.

This night is different; this night Ryan and I are going out with Jordan, his wife, and two of her friends. One of her friends has a boyfriend and the other has a fiancé. By the end of the night, Ryan and I have the drunken chant “engaged, boyfriend, married!”

We’re idiots.

It’s technically a “Girls’ Night” and a “Guys’ Night” where we take the same car into Palo Alto, separate, then meet up later on. This is also when I was still contemplating whether or not to take a break from dating.

Ryan, Jordan, and I get to the first bar (sans Engaged, Boyfriend, Married) where Jordan has a game plan to get Ryan as drunk as possible. He gets Ryan to chug my beer while I’m in the bathroom. Then, as Ryan is in the bathroom, Jordan goes over and talks to two women across the bar. I join him shortly to help out. Turns out that they’re German, and one of them in under 21. Ryan comes back, so Jordan and I switch conversation to highlight Ryan. However, they get boring, so we move on to a new bar.

This is the bar where Engaged, Boyfriend, Married are having their girls’ night, so we say a quick “Hello” and go off to the back patio. About 5 beers in (2 Jordan made him chug), Ryan is very drunk. With all inhibitions gone, he just starts going up to women to talk to them. For some reason, the two he went up to are also German (I really don’t know if there is a big transplant of Germans in the Palo Alto area or if it’s just a weird coincidence). After some (relatively odd and) reasonably aggressive flirting, he gets the two girls to go to the dance floor with him. Jordan and I follow, just enjoying Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.

Those two get bored and disappear somewhere, so we move on. Ryan starts talking to some random girl, I don’t know how, and I go in to wingman by talking to her cute friend. We exchange pleasantries, but otherwise, I don’t get much from this girl. Ryan, however, gets a phone number. The night took a turn for the weird, but it doesn’t fit the theme of this blog, so I’ll omit it.

Shortly after, he went on an okay date with her. On the plus side, she was a Sharks fan; on the negative side, she didn’t know who Luke Skywalker was. Deal-breaker? Apparently, for nerds like us, it almost was. I still tried to convince him to see her, because well…it’s someone to date, so what’s the worst that could happen? But we didn’t see them again until about a month and half later.



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