Man Wrangler
Wine and company bend my mind towards unfeasible projects. The most recent of these - pursuant to Friday night's conversation - is the idea of a Man Wrangler.
Every single person complains of the lack of prospective partners at some point. It's natural. The older we are, the more human nature works against us. Not only do we tend to be more picky, but so does everyone else. (SO unfair if you ask me. OTHER people should be able to see through my faults, but I reserve MY right to discriminate immoderately.)
AND there is that semi-trailer of life baggage that keeps following us around. As soon as I think I dropped that thing at a parking depot somewhere, I turn around and DAMN! - there it is again. As much as we might want to be the tractor part ONLY of the tractor-trailer, that sneaky thing keeps finding us.
My complaint is that wherever I go, it's always a brodeo. (Noun credit: Mr Nights.) Like a man in a desert, all I see is sand in the form of dudes. However, opportunity is often found by turning adversity upside-down. (Invert, always invert.)
What I should be doing is creating my own database of men with whom I can hook up whatever single women I know. Use the law of supply and demand to my advantage, by making ME the go-to guy for single ladies around town, that's the plan.
Bottoms Up Matchmakers.
11 comments:
Pimp need a ride!
If you go that route, you need the ride to go along with the image. Time for a Bentley! Woot!
Oh, BTW, drive a Bentley and the ladies see past the Brodeo real quick!!! Then you will have a covey of quail from which your bros can pick.
Time for the wing-men to line up!!!
Wing-men are somehow cute. Much cuter than the men behind the wing-men.
Does this make sense?
I think it's my inner self searching for a sales person (!!). Wing-men have to be creative and talkative, right? Hmm... I definitely stick to the wing-men.
You should have a party where each dude brings a girl they don't want. More for you! :)
I'm thinkin' Man Wrangler might just be the PC term for "Pimp". Could be very lucrative and interesting, though. ;)
Doc30ty, great idea. It's possible even I could talk a prospect into that scenario.
Him: 'Want to go to a party, but not as my date?'
Her: 'Will there be other guys there?'
Him: 'Yup, plenty of single guys'.
Her: 'Ok, I'm in. Oh, can I bring a g/f?'
Him: 'Sorry, no, it's a plus one only.'
Her: 'Huh, I thought you said there would be plenty of single guys?'
Him: 'Yup, and they too have to bring a plus one.'
Her: 'That sounds interesting. OK, I'm in!'
This is an inspired idea except for one thing...I would query that there are lots of good single guys around!
I know tons of amazing single women but as for the other way.....
Rapunzel x
*Tales from the Tower*
Covey of Quail.
This, I like, Nights of Vegas. Rhymes with 'Loads of Tail'.
That would be a good name for a club...or a brothel, both of which I believe are interchangeable in that there Nevada, right?
Katherina, it says much about you that you look past The Man and see The Wing Man. I like this idea of searching a few degrees off-centre. That's where the interesting stuff lies.
Wing Men as Sales Men eh? Need time to think about your inner need for such a thing!
Ah, Doc30ty, consider Mr Nights' response a superior version of my own thinking. Yes, smart, and probably fruitful too.
Yeah, Nitebyrd, there's no running away from it. When one is looking to be a (high quality) purveyor of people to other people, PIMP is the word.
Nothing dishonourable about it in this case though. Nature hates a vacuum and all that.
Well, Rapunzel, I shall just have to prove otherwise to you by extending an invitation to my first soiree.
Rather puts the pressure on me, now that I think about it! Oh well, it might make me work harder.
I stole it from Sex and the City, also known as The Women's Bible *hint hint* ;)
I shall hold you to that! And look forward to it....!
The Women's Bible!
* slaps self upside head *
Of COURSE. Why didn't I think of this beforehand, Doc30ty?
I MUST go out and buy the complete DVD sets and set about understanding the Gospels of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte.
Thanks, darlin'.
Well I should hope so, Rapunzel!
Standby for impending party-time.
I'd gotten away with NOT watching SATC until this last week when a girl friend of mine insisted. I have to admit it was quite amusing and does give some insights that had slipped my mind.
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