It was
two years ago when i met this guy. We share the same hobby.
One’s a
year a few hundred of ‘us’ come together to have a crazy fun weekend.
Imagine
a few hundred people sharing the same hobby on one location. Men, women,
alcohol and fun. Yes, that’s asking for situations. A lot of story’s go around
about men and women getting to ‘know’ each other on this specific weekend.
It was
three years ago when I met this guy at this specific weekend. We did the same
workshop on a Sunday with a hangover from two nights in our body’s. But that
didn’t make the workshop less fun at all. After this weekend we became facebook
friends.
This
year. From meeting once to facebook friends to meeting again.
The
first night I was drunk! When I get drunk I sometimes become reckless. I’m
overcoming a bruised rib at this moment. But with all the alcohol in my body I
thought it was a good idea to rock the dance floor. I was acting like a
experienced metal dancer: pushing and pulling around with the guy’s. Well
actually two guys. They were the only once as crazy as me I guess.
Ok,
every idiot can say that that is not a good idea with a bruised rib. So after a
while I was in tears with pain.
Luckily
everybody at this weekend is super friendly and helpful. So a few offered to
guide me back to my bed. G (let’s call
him that) was one of them.
The next
morning he came up to me saying: I’m worried about you, are you ok? Aahh how
kind.
For the
rest of that day our eye’s met a few times.
Then
there was… the big party night. Such a fun night because it’s always THE big
dress up theme night. When I saw him I wasn’t sure what he was dressed up as so
I went over and asked. He and his friend where dressed up as wingmen’s. Aaah
fun! Then G. started telling me their wingmen strategy. Witch, to my surprise
was totally different to the strategy I’m familiar with. So we then had a
discussion about what was the best strategy. We agreed that we would try all
three versions that night. His version, his friends version and my version. He
would try them on me.
His
friends version:
Try to
be all over the girl and then tell her that you have a girlfriend but your
friend doesn’t and is such a better catch then you are.
G’s
version: Making his wingmen be all over the girl and touch her and then at the
moment it becomes awkward ‘save’ the girl and be the good guy.
My
version: When you see a nice girl you want to chat up make sure your wingmen
does his job; make sure that nobody come between you, the girl and ‘the good
conversation’.
Of course
I was full confident that my strategy was the best. First we tried his friends
version, then mine and last but not least his version. It’s probably because of the late hours and
amount of alcohol that I was pretty flattered
by he’s way of ‘saving’ me.
That in
combination of cracking my code… Ok, I might have to explain myself here. I was
a virgin Maria with a digital chastity belt (a HUHG calculator)…made that he
kind of won a price…a kiss from virgin Maria.
I’m
still convinced that my strategy of the wingmen works the best. But who am I to
complain about being ‘saved’.
That
whole discussion made us start a new one… He said im very competitive. I say im
fanatical. This ‘seed’ of looking at myself need a little more time to either
grow or die….
