She doesn’t need to know I’m watching Lifetime movies, eating ice cream, and staying in for the evening.
Growing up in Baltimore, I’ve attended many infield parties at the second leg of the Triple Crown, the Preakness. Something about that infield makes us all behave like heathens.
Upon meeting girls, they’d wince as they went back through their minds: “I feel like I’ve met you before.” Then it would hit them: “oh yes, the Freshman book. The picture. You like animals.” Game over.
I’d rather be honest than just go through the motions, even if the timing is unfortunate.
Rose petals (or Eiffel Tower trip) not required.
Unlike the wingman who only has to help his male friend, the wingwoman is counted on by both parties. We want you to succeed as much as you and your friend do.