Matt and I met when we were freshmen in college. I’ve become increasingly grateful for this fact, as I don’t think I could have hacked it in the world of romantic dating. Friend dating is hard enough.
There are moments, though, when I wonder if I missed out on some character building experiences. Crappy dates, bizarre suitors… it’s the stuff great stories are made of.
Coupling off so early also meant that I missed out on a BFF rite of passage: Trolling for men.
Going out on the town, sizing up the single guys, it’s as good a female bonding activity as any. And though I can try and scope out the man folk for my single friends, it’s often an activity better left to those in the trenches.
So you can imagine my excitement when I had a classic wingwoman experience earlier this week.
A new friend of mine has a crush on a boy. She’s been into him for a few weeks, but hasn’t yet done anything about it. So a few days ago, I offered to get things moving. With her approval, I wrote down her contact info and told said boy that my friend thought he was cute. I told him that, if he was single, he should get in touch with her.
The whole situation made me feel like I was in high school again. In a good way! Sure, I was legitimately nervous before approaching the boy in question (Why? Who knows. Probably because I’m a nut job) but I was downright giddy when I returned to my friend, whose smile took up her whole face. We giggled and analyzed and it was fun. And girly. And friendy.
My wingwoman performance wasn’t as impressive last night, when I joined another new single friend for a Chanukah party. Walking through the crowd, I watched as partygoers looked each other up and down. When guys approached my friend, I awkwardly stared at my wine glass—neither helping her hit it off nor saving her when I knew the conversation had probably turned painful. Like I said, I wouldn’t hack it in the dating scene. I get weird. (Do we not remember the hugging incident??)
But playing the wingwoman—even when I sucked at it—felt like a badge of honor. It can be goofy or uncomfortable or a great success, but it’s what friends do.
Got any great tales of being the wingwoman? Or want to weigh in on the dating scene (am I lucky to have skipped it or did I miss out on some life-changing stuff)? Whatever your comment, sound off below!