Growing up, I was buddies with my friend Chris. Chris was the star athlete, football, baseball, you name it. He’s a good looking guy, and he knew it. Myself, I guess I’m above average. I work out and stuff, but no where near athlete level like Chris.
Chris got recruited to this big time sports college, and it just so happened I got into the same college as well. So we’re pumped that we could go together and stuff. Once he got to college, being a star athlete, on a great party school – well women would just throw themselves at Chris. It was unreal. Chris was never shy about that, so he enjoyed living the lifestyle. There was always a girl of the week. Never a GF, just that week’s play date. All these girls were totally cool about it too. Never any real pushback from them. Again, it was insane.
Anyways, Chris was having a hard time juggling everything. Like sports, classes, women, etc… Plus he had this messy falling out with a recent fuck buddy. So Chris asked if I’d play wingman. Like run interference if he needed it. Of course bro. Happy to help. So I’d start playing wingman. Like politely telling a girl that he wasn’t interested in her. Or making sure a girl got home okay. Shit like that. Eventually it got to the point where I was kind of known as Chris’s gatekeeper.