In Which I Grow Tired of the Wingman

We sat around the table and traded "I was drinking at a party and hooked up with this boy...and here's the silly story" and the only one I had to tell was how I lost a good friend because he was later embarrassed to have been seen as going with the unattractive girl. And I'm still that girl. We were out tonight at a great place, and an adorable Australian man introduces himself to us to get to my friend. And I realized I'm the unattractive friend again. And I get over it by being sarcastic, funny, stupid, and trying to get her to take his card (thinking maybe something good can come out of it, at least a nice date for a friend who needs a nice time). And I realize I'm being too over the top, embarrassing her, and pointlessly encouraging a nice man to get his feelings hurt because she's not into him.

So yeah, that's me. Not-quite-right. Never quite right. Often the least attractive girl at the bar. Always the girl the wingman takes. Not sometimes, all the time.

I know how you look is important, but I thought that at some point, it'd be less important.