**Editors' Note: This guest post came in from a guy asking to be called "Wingman," which seemed apt given his backstage role in this story."
We've all heard the old saying, "Bros before hoes." For me it's gospel. I'd do anything for my guys way before I would do something comparable for a girlfriend or a potential fuck. After a few nasty experiences with friends' ex-girlfriends, girlfriends of exes, friends and my ex-girlfriends...you get the point. What guy hasn't been burned in the past by not following this one, simple rule to dating?
That's why when last week I had the opportunity to help a bro get a hoe, I was stoked. There's gotta be extra karama points for that, right?
He had managed to lay the hot manager from Barnes and Noble a few weeks ago after meeting her out at the bar. There was enough alcohol involved that although he remembered it being good ("fucking best piece I've had dude!" he said) he didn't remember her name.
Even more classic was calling me 15 minutes before their "first date" in a panic.
"Shit! I don't know her name! I mean I think it's Beth, but I'm not 100% positive. What if I call her the wrong name?! Shit shit shit!"
"Calm down," I said. "We can figure it out. I'll call the store and ask whoever answers the name of the manager."
"I fucking love you dude."
We hung up and I called B & N.
"Hi. I was just in there talking to the female manager. I told her I'd bring something back, but I forget her name. What is it?"
"Oh, you mean Beth. She..."
I didn't even wait to hear what the clerk was going to say.
"Sweet. Thanks dude."
My bro got laid again and didn't hesitate to call out her name during it. I made up a new law for our friends: "Help our bros get hoes."