Wingwoman~
I'm very lucky to have guy friends that respect me and my relationship with Jeff. Because they are so cool, I get to go out with out the fear of 1) them hitting on me and 2) being left to wolves .
In return for their protection (and I hardly ever get approached by weirdos and we made a hand single if I need to be saved), I'm pretty much the most awesome wingwoman ever!
Last night, while dancing at our fav bar Terrace, my friend Long and I saw a bunch of hottie Chinese girls. Long looked at me and smiled-I told him the cutest one was in red. He nodded in agreement and started 'showing off' on the dance floor. The only problem was, he was facing me.
I was like, 'Long, you dummy, don't dance with me!' I turned him around and pushed him into 'red'. He smoothly made the transition from me to her. He danced with this little number through out the night and scored her number. I guess they ended up making out, but I didn't get to see. This def rivals the time I introduced Aaron to a table...yes a full table...of the hottest Swedish (blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous) ladies ever.
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