I was out in East London last
night with my friend Mark as part of our traditional Saturday night festivities. We went to The View for dinner and after our
meal we hit the bar for a few drinks.
I’m the only single guy left in my group of friends and when we go out
they are always on the lookout for a suitable girl for me.
Standing at the bar I noticed a
couple of attractive girls chatting away whilst sipping a glass of wine.
“Which one do you like?” Mark
asked, noticing that my attention had been distracted. I’m easily distracted by women! Both of the girls at the bar were Asian: one
was standing at 5’7” (including her two-inch heels), wearing black leggings and
a silver top; the second girl was about 5’6” (also wearing two-inch heels) and
was wearing a stylish gold dress.
“I like the look of the girl in
gold.”
Mark gave me a nod and whispered,
“So you want me to approach the other girl, right?”
Let me tell you something about
Mark: he is probably the best wingman a guy could have. He knows his role to a T!
The first thing a good wingman
does is check for competition (i.e. are there any other men checking out the
girls and looking to go in for the capture).
This is easy to do. Mark had a
quick glance over my shoulders, “There are no other guys nearby, I reckon we
should make our move sooner rather than later.”
He was right. It was important we approached the girls
before anyone else came along and poached them before I had my chance, or if
the girls decided to leave the bar all together.
“I’ll go over and make small
talk,” said Mark, “Don’t worry. You’ll
be wearing the girl in gold by the end of the night!”
As my wingman, Mark’s interest in
either of the girls is irrelevant. His
job is to grab and maintain their interest and make the girl I have my eyes on
interested in me. Mark has a girlfriend
(and they are smitten about each other but that’s a story for another time) so
knows to keep his physical and mental distance from these girls or his girlfriend will boot him out.
He was chatting with the girls
for a couple of minutes before I made my way over to join the party.
“Hey hey, and here’s the main man
himself!” Mark said joyfully as he put his arm on my shoulder, “Dude, let me
introduce you to Sarah.”
“Hello Sarah,” Sarah was the girl
in the silver top. We gave each other a
kiss on the cheek and then I turned to the girl I had my eye on and asked, “And
you are?”
“I’m Maria, nice to meet you.” We
pecked each-others cheeks and I lingered closely to her so she got a good whiff
of my cologne and I could smell her fragrance too – she smelt nice!
We all chatted and laughed as a
group. Mark was making sure that at all
times Maria was focused on me and I was centre of attention. As a good wingman, Mark knows exactly at
which moments to bring up good strong stories about me that would spark Maria’s
interest in me and make her want to find out more about what’s behind my
black-rimmed spectacles. He told them
about my nice apartment in Chelsea and the amazing dinner parties I have hosted,
my travels to exotic places and the charity work I have done. A good wingman will make sure I don’t look
like a fool but shouldn’t do all the work.
I made sure I came across as the leader of the pack by getting everyone
involved in the conversations, making them laugh and, importantly, enjoying
their evening.
Mark was reading my body language
(another important job of the wingman) and knew I wanted to get Maria
alone. One of the wingman’s many roles is
to distract and take the other girl (in this case Sarah) away from Maria so I
had one-on-one time with her. This has
to be done tactfully. We noticed when Sarah opened her hand bag that she had
a packet of cigarettes in there which gave me a lifeline.
“Do you smoke?” Mark asked Sarah.
“Yeah.”
“What about you Maria?”
Maria shook her head.
‘Excellent,’ I thought to myself.
Mark turned to Sarah and said, “Let’s
go outside and have a cancer stick!”
I don’t smoke and am not a fan of
passive smoke and Mark knows this so whilst he and Sarah were destroying their lungs I had Maria's undivided attention.
As Sarah and Mark walked outside
I led Maria to a secluded corner of the bar.
We sat down very close to each other and chatted and laughed with each
other like old friends.
“You’re very cute,” Maria told
me.
“Thanks.”
“How old are you if you don’t
mind me asking?”
“26. Why?”
She laughed again, put her hands
on my knee and asked, “How old do you think I am?”
I laughed this time and looked at
her in surprise. She did not look a day older
than 30 but I was not going to tell her that.
Whenever I guess a ladies age I will always say 2-3 years younger than
what I am thinking to make her feel younger and better.
“Umm, I think you're 27.”
She gave a big laugh this time, “No! Guess
again.”
“28?”
“Oh, you are too sweet!”
I put my hands on her knees this
time and asked, “How old are you then?”
She moved closer my head and
whispered in my ear, “38.”
‘Wow’ I thought to myself. “You
look amazing for your age!” I told her.
She smiled and began to move her
hands further up on my leg and moved in even closer to me. We looked intensely into each-other’s eyes. I moved closer to her. We started to kiss.
After a couple of minutes we
stopped for air and to take our hands of each other.
“How you do like the older
woman?” Maria whispered.
“I love the older woman!”
“Why don’t we go back to your
place and I’ll give you a master class in the mature lady?” she asked, tilting
her head forward and biting my lower lip.
‘Wow’ I thought to myself. The lady is offering herself to me which I’ve
never had before. I was caught in two minds: do I take her back to mine,
have a one-night stand and satisfy my needs; or do I stick to my morals of only
sleeping with girls that I’m in a relationship with?
We moved in closer and carried on
kissing. Dam! She was really turning me on and as an alpha
male I was ready to show her my alpha skills.
But one night stands can be potentially dangerous. How do I know she wasn’t carrying any
STIs? I am very protective of my health
ever since I read the STI leaflets in the doctor’s surgery. I did not have any condoms on me as I was not
expecting anything eventful to happen tonight so would have to go and buy some. But it is not just through intercourse that we
could catch something but even oral. Should I ask her directly when she last got checked and her recent sexual
past?
I am looking for a serious relationship but
having one night of fun with a random girl won’t affect my search – will it?
We managed to pull away from each
other again and she grabbed her drink. Just as she took a sip from her dirnk Sarah
and Mark had just returned from smoking and came over to us.
“What’s going on guys?” asked
Mark cheekily as he came to sit next to me and Sarah sat beside Maria.
Maria and Sarah spoke quietly to
each other before Maria said, “We’re going to the little girl’s room. Don’t go anywhere boys!”
As they went I turned to Mark and
told him what happened.
“Dude, that’s epic!”
“But I’m not going to bring her back to
my place!”
“Why not?”
“I’m looking for a girl closer to
my age, not someone old enough to be my mum!”
“Who cares, just have casual fun tonight and get back to dating more suitable girls tomorrow.”
I shook my head and told Mark we
had to leave before they returned from the loos. We looked at the time, finished our drinks
and walked out the bar.
“I can’t believe you’re turning
down a girl who’s willing to give it to you but I respect your morals dude.”
“Thanks.”
“When you do find a Missus she
will be one lucky lady!”
As my wingman for the night Mark
did an excellent job in getting the girl for me. All guys should have a wingman they can trust and knows what they should do. As for Maria - I must admit I went home horny. Sex is just sex at the end of the day for
me. It’s also risky have too much fun
and frolics with random girls as you never know what you may catch, and the
other person may not always be honest about what or who they have or have not done in
the past. In the end, however, I made
the decision not to follow through because I want the next girl I sleep with to
be ‘The One’ I end up marrying.
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