“I’m down, as long as you don’t call me your date.” “No, you’re not my date, you’re my wing-woman. This girl I like is going.” “So, what? You want me to sing your praises to her in the bathroom?” “No; I want you to look at me like you’re in love with me and pretend to laugh at my jokes. Then, when she realizes how hot I look in a tux, I need you to make yourself scarce.” I stare at him in disbelief. “Has that ever worked for you before?” He flashes me a wink. “Dunno, never tried it. I’ll pick you up at two pm.”
