Was That a Wingchick?

Awhile ago I a guy hit on me online who turned out to work in the same field as me, and we met in a semi-awkward situation where we ran into each other and he recognized me instantly and I thoroughly did myself justice by explaining that I couldn’t remember him because I’ve talked to so many guys online. Class. That’s me. Nothing but class.

So...this connection that has only resulted in a stray email or two from him and him occasionally looking at my profile, added to the fact that we are in the same field and we might have to work together at some point, plus the excruciatingly dull conversation we had when we met in person, equals what? Inviting him to a fundraiser. Hey, he probably has money.

In my defense, I invited almost everyone I could possibly think of, and I didn’t think he was actually going to come.

Wrong! He came. With a date.

I don’t know why I was so annoyed by this. It’s not like there’s an established set of societal guidelines for this situation. And if there was, I probably broke it by inviting him to a fundraiser. It was like a day-pass into being a gold digger.

But he and his chick didn’t have any PDAs, he talked to me whenever he got the chance, and most importantly, he gave generously to the fundraiser. So did he just need a wingchick? Was he out of wingmen? Maybe he was just using this as an opportunity to get to know me better. And a couple of times he said some truly funny things.

“He’s annoying. Don’t date him.” This pronouncement came a couple days later from a friend of mine who was also at the fundraiser.

Oh. Right. Reality check. A rating of “better than I thought” does not mean that he qualifies. Gotta look at the whole picture, and the whole picture is, “Uh...no.”

So, in conclusion: I got his money, got completely confused, and got away unscathed. I’m going to say that’s a win.