Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Wingwoman to the Rescue....

So there's a great, inspiring, deep (maybe) post in the works, but until then....

A guy just asked me to be his wingman...er...woman.


Please tell me I'm not going to be that girl.

I think a movie night and ice cream with my best friend could remedy this.

Or a book and bubble bath in a non-dorm bathtub.

Neither of those are options, though, so instead I'm going to curl up in bed and pray that God helps me be the best darn wingwoman I can be. (In an edifying, uplifting, encouraging, prayerful kind of way)

Lord, help me be content with being that girl.


Uncanny Colleen said...

Ohh...Blast. Just hang in there and thank God that your husband isn't going to be such an insensitive terd.

BTW...looking forward to Bible study next week. (Is it okay to say that after calling someone you don't know a terd?)

Stovallnikovstichevsky said...

How in the heck did females become wingmen? I never understood the purpose of a wingman. What's the world sinking to, with women having to occupy a position I don't even understand? I guess it's similar to straight men going to gay clubs to hit on the "hags".