Diary of a Wingman

Being a wingman isn't really that hard. I mean, they make it seem so easy in movies and cheesy tv sitcoms.

Oh and there's the minor factor that I hate people generally. Which I can ignore for now. But there's the fact that who I'm wingman for is a guy that I despise much more than I generaly despise the human race, so it's gonna be a challenge.

A good factor is that I am apparently approachable and that I can make conversations with pretty much anyone. Yet ironically I don't have a single friend.

That's not all, there's probably the fact that the person this dude likes is my sister. Fun right? And let's not forget that this guy's in deep dark part of being a teenager called the friendzone, which despite my sisters and I's combined efforts, cannot get through his thick stone skull that he is in fact in the friendzone.

The best part of it all is that I---KC Winston, is a girl who doesn't even know what a 'wingman' is.

Or should it be wingwoman or winggirl?

Oh what fun.