The Apathetic Wingman

This weekend I had my first true "wingman" experience; one in which I was centrally involved. My future brother-in-law's best friend from college was in town from New York City and seemed pretty much fully intent on hooking while he was here. So, since my sister and my brother-in-law are you know, exclusive or whatever (apparently when you get engaged that is what is expected of you...) I was the logical choice for wingman. So, we spot a couple of cuties that appear to be showing some interest in the two of us and end up making our way over to the pool table near where they are standing.

I start playing some pool and the next thing I know New York (we'll call him that to protect identities) was telling me I owed someone a drink if they couldn't guess how I was last dumped. Apparently they guessed it right and while I did gain a drink from NY for the pain and suffering. I also however gained a bright red aura to compliment my already sun-glazed appearance after my day in the sun. Four shots and a few beers later we leave to find a more dance friendly bar and grab a few more shots and beers and hit the dance floor.

At this point NY is getting pretty drunk and even worse starting to appear quite desperate. He was trying way too hard in all the wrong ways while all I could do was look on in angst. I was contemplating addressing the situation with him, but I had only just met him that morning and didn't feel like it was my place to step in. She continued to be probably overly kind to him even though it was obvious to the rest of us that there was no chance what-so-ever for NY and so we danced for a bit longer then at last call headed out to figure out rides home.

All the while NY has been almost begging me to convince them to come back to my place since I'm just up the road and though I offered I couldn't push it. They ended up catching a cab for VA while we did the expected number request; on more desperate then the other. Somehow my more laid back approach and demeanor seemed to work better then the desperate out of towners and I came out of it with a number where it appeared to me that NY left with a misleading set of digits. All in all it was not a terrible first experience as a wingman. It did become a little painful when it began to appear that the person I was wingmanning for became the target of another's wing. At some point it became apparent that the girl he was chasing probably only stayed around as a wingwoman to her friend...

That said NY was a great time and although a bit forward and maybe a bit reckless in his bar time behavior would be a welcome addition as a third brother as put by my soon-to-be brother-in-law. Now my question is, do I have to call this girl? She cute and sweet, but I'm just not looking; not to mention my fear of dating a girl that lives across the border some call the Potomac river...