After my divorce, I hated turning to girls for dating advice. Even though some of them like P, AB and SL, gave me excellent advice, in general it boiled down to, “Keep your legs shut.” Which is why I started turned to the advice of my Y-chromosomed friends and started looking for wingmen.
You see, when it comes to matters of love, I tend to think like a guy. That is in the sense that I absolutely love sex and find no stigma with it, don’t get attached through sex and not to mention that I don’t often dwell on people that I date. If he doesn’t call, meh. There will be another one that comes along. Also, I don’t mind talking about the nitty gritty details of my dating life. Not all girls are willing to go there.
It made me rather unusual to date, and because of that, I sought advice from my guy friends about dating, and the potential to have someone to be by my side and help me find a good guy to date. With JB not really the dating type, me having romantic feelings for AD (although despite that, he gave the best advice) and me not being as close to any other guys, it was a rather daunting task.
Coming to Los Angeles, I tried to mesh with the girls, and there were quite a few that I got along with. But I missed hanging with my guy friends. JB had moved, AD and I had our infamous falling out, and most of the other guys were either completely into themselves and not really interested in female friends, or just saw my boobs and thought I would be a quick lay; not really worth anything else, let alone a friendship. Kinky Bastard was good for a friends with benefits, but you don’t use an FWB for your wingman. I needed guys who got my humor, who were completely chill, didn’t want to lay me (but were happy to get me laid) and who understood where I was coming from. That’s when I met DB.
DB was a relaxed guy, a brilliant scientist with a Ph.D who taught at a leading Southern California university. He was definitely not my type to date, but he was an absolute blast to hang around. I liked him almost immediately. During Halloween, he dressed as Mitt Romney and I dressed as Wonder Woman, and we began to play the game of me using my “lasso of truth” to tell the truth agenda of what would happen if he became president. It was a blast.
Then came DP. DP had just come back to Los Angeles from Europe, with a Mediterranean accent and a zaniness that I just couldn’t refuse. I met him through DB and we clicked as friends. When the three of us were hanging out, I realized we could be an unstoppable superforce for dating-type adventures. I was cool enough that girls wouldn’t be scared of them if they were interested, and they made me appear to be one of the guys for guys to know that I was completely chill.
And thus began our evil plans to get each other laid or possibly dates. Have there been any successes? Well, some – they helped me achieve the phone number of a devastatingly gorgeous guy (more about him later), and DB learned what stories not to tell girls he might be interested in from his days back at Yale. So it’s a win-win for all of us.
So I continue forward in my dating life with cool girlfriends and two of the wackiest wingmen that I could find. Sure, it’s a wild way to approach dating, but the truth is I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, what is life without a shot of crazy? You lose all the spice.