This is why I don't have friends
So, Sean is, in his own words, "painfully single." Convienantly, a local radio station is hosting a singles mixer tomorrow in tow, with free food, drinks, and prizes. Sean wants to go (to trick a woman into a date), but to get in you have to bring a friend (of the same gender).
I--relunctantly--agreed to go.
Despite the fact that I have zero intentions, I'm actually getting stressed out of this. Seriously. I don't even know what to do. My raisin/date line doesn't really work. (I do have new line involving a applause/clap, but I'll save that for later). Further, I have to be Sean's wingman. He's EXTREMELY shy and needs someone to help him break the ice. I have to be talkative, but not socially dominating, as he's the one who's searching for a dame.
Ugh. I don't like doing favors.
I--relunctantly--agreed to go.
Despite the fact that I have zero intentions, I'm actually getting stressed out of this. Seriously. I don't even know what to do. My raisin/date line doesn't really work. (I do have new line involving a applause/clap, but I'll save that for later). Further, I have to be Sean's wingman. He's EXTREMELY shy and needs someone to help him break the ice. I have to be talkative, but not socially dominating, as he's the one who's searching for a dame.
Ugh. I don't like doing favors.