Well the only thing I can think of worse than drunk winking, is allowing your drunk friend to wink on your behalf while you sit there with a look of horror on your sober face and cannot manage to grab the mouse out of her hand fast enough before she winks at random guys. Now, by and large, I trust most thinks that my Doppelganger tells me. I support anything that she does. I do not, however, support the winking at every dark haired guy that didn’t have a hair lip last night! For one thing, I prefer blondes, for another, well yeah, some were just bad. With a capital B.
So I woke up this morning to several messages thanking me
her for the wink. Uh, awesome. In a sort of head scratching ‘why did we wink at you’ sorta way. One guy was a tad bit full of himself and in addition to thanking her me for the wink, let me know that his two ‘must haves’ in a woman is that she’s fit and that she’s successful. Uh, what? So of course I didn’t respond. Ha! That just wouldn’t be me. I sent back some snarky response commending him on his highly superficial ‘must haves’ and apologizing for mine being a little less concrete as I feel that intelligence and a good heart trump his ‘pretty package’ ones. I assumed that would be the end of that. Uh, nope. He wrote back again. And his message wasn’t half bad. He has a sense of humor and is just one of those ‘honest guys’ (that may or may not have a filter – great).
I received several other messages this morning as well that I will have to delve into later as my houseguest must be fed another round of wings at the sports bar down the street. 😉 I believe while I am on a ‘can’t eat much of anything diet’, she’s on a fairly strict ‘deep fried is better’ kinda regime. Lucky bitch. 🙂