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Just call me your wingman

I think I am a good wingman. Or something like that. To date, I have facilitated 3 or 4 people's ability to get laid. Seriously. I seem to be able to create the  atmosphere for my friends to get busy with other people. Sometimes, even without copious amounts of alcohol.

Which makes me wonder. What am I getting in return? 

At any rate, my plea/advice/request to them is as follows:
Do not blame me for how well or poorly this turns out for you. I am only here for to facilitate; any mistakes, diseases, children are not my responsibility. 

In at least a couple of cases these folks have been friends of mine. As in, a guy I know got busy with a girl I know (and they have no business knowing each other in any other way). When it comes to that, my plea/advice etc has been to not make me take sides when things go sour. For I know they will. 

But this isn't about them. This is about me. What am I getting in return for facilitating these things? For saying all the things that I do to these folks? For getting away from a warm comfortable place so they can get their acts together? For pretending like nothing has changed? 

I am not sure.

What's more, none of these skills seem to help me at all. And my friends, despite trying have not been very successful at helping me. Now you're probably thinking that is a lot easier to hawk something useful vs something that's not. I agree with you. I mean, its one thing to facilitate something when everything is going well, its a whole other thing when there is disaster a-brewing. Oh well.

So much for that. Now, if you need a wingman, give me a holler and bring some good luck. And if you know a good one, send him/her/it my way. I need me some good luck :).

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