"Mighty Tucker Strikes Out"

So, when you are single and you have friends that are couples. Often times they give you cliche advice about dating, and meeting someone. I guess they if anyone should be the "experts" in the "game" since they are both obviously with someone.

One of my favorites is, "It happens when you aren't looking"

I don't know if I fully understood that. I mean awhile back I bought a can of soup to work for lunch. However, when noon rolled around and my belly was growling, I could not find the soup can anywhere. Checked the drawers. Nope. Under the desk. Nah. Did I leave it in the car? Apparently, not. But, its not like I would just be on the phone at my desk and my soup can would sprout legs and come walking up to me, just cause I wasn't looking. I thought maybe I left it at home but that wasn't the case either.

As much as that theory gives many single people comfort, I have to think you have to proactive, if your looking for a relationship or to get laid. You have to go out there and get it, like anything else in life. Education, good job, or and building your ideal life in general.Unfortunately, that involves you have to have balls and approach women. Have to be interesting and charming. Recently Rick and myself were at one of our local establishments that we often frequent that serves beverages of the beer type nature.I was putting on my weekly music set at the music box, when a girl came up and started talking to me. We spoke for awhile. Eventually, I returned to my bar stool with Rick.

She was there with 3 female friends and a dude. I came to the conclusion that dude was with one of the girls, but not the girl I was intersted in talking to.Over a few more beers Rick and I started discussing a course of action. I said, it is tough, because of her friends around her. The couple and the two girls started playing that shuffle board bar game behind us. The dude and the girl were closer to Rick and me. The girl of interest and her friend (who was hottest) were on the other end.

came up with a great plan, that I thought was great anyway. I figured I needed to find out here deal, like if she had a boyfriend or not. I thought about asking her one friend (who I also talked to) but they were on the same team and next to each other. I could ask the girl closer to me, but the dude might think I was hitting on his girl. So, it became obvious to me what I had to do. I had to talk to the dude. The DUDE was the key! What do I say to the guy to break the ice? I had to make sure I asked him about the girl. But at the same time, I would have to make it less awkward with small talk. I started to tell Rick, I was going to talk to the dude. You know maybe open up with sports, ask him how the saw dust shuffle board game was going. Than, be like what about your friend down there. I had to talk to this dude.


At this point Rick was saying things like:"Why would you want to talk to the dude?!?!

""Keith (Er, I mean Tucker) , your insane, I think your losing it""

It's a dude, just get some balls and talk to the girl"

So, eventually I knew what I had to do. Time it perfectly. When she went to the restroom. I would too. So, hopefully we would both walk out the door at the same time. Yeah, that didn't work, I came out before her.

But, yeah I can see how the whole wingman comparison comes into play. The bar we sat at was like our air craft carrier, and sometimes you have to peel off and get a mission done. So, thats what I did. As my wingman wished me godspeed.

However, the bad thing is, yes its actually like being in a plane. So, that means when things go horribly wrong like in a plane, there is not much you can do. Just franically bound your controls as the sirens blar and the red lights go off. Her hotter friend was nicer to me, and invited me to go with the group back to the original side of the bar. At this point it was clear that the girl either forgot who I was, or just decided to be a bitch to any guy who was talking to her. Just pretty much a one way conversation. I may have trouble reading girls sometime, but it was clear the plane had been hit, and I was going down in flames.

The smoke poured out of the back of the plane there was no way I could make it back safely to rejoin my wingman. I had to land. Luckily, when I turned around my friend Allen was there playing pool, so it was almost a seemingless turn around to him. So, I shot the breeze with him for like 15 mins, and acted as if I cared about his pool game.

Yeah I crashed and burned, but thats what you have to do sometimes I guess. Girls don't just come easily. Better get shot down than kick myself for not talking to the girl (I have had tons of those nights) and learn from your mistakes. You always have to be on the look out, though for your chance.So, eventually I got back to the aircraft carrier. My wing man gave me a moral victory speech and that was that.

But, thats the game of being single. You have to play it. Even when you get past the first stage. THere is the whole how long do you wait to call the girl stage, the who is winning the phone call count game..etc..A few days later after my cell phone went flying in my car when I had to slam on my breaks. I started looking for it in my car when I got home for my cell phone. When I reached under the driver's seat I found the soup can.