the daily snivel
So does that work?
The other night, I was out with friends at the Dominion Tavern (a local fixture that would be referred to in a more melodramatic blog as a house of ill-repute) enjoying the large, cheap beers on sale there in quart bottles and having many laughs, as I am wont to do. While myself and my sparkling friend Jenn (who was on a visit to Ottawa after having moved to Toronto to article at a legal aid clinic there) went up to the bar to procure more alcoholic beverages, a young woman in front of us dropped her purse while digging inside for cash. She hastily scooped up the contents but left a lipstick on the floor. I grabbed it and left it with the bar in case she came back for it, since she exited the bar before I could catch her attention.
We then returned to our seat and continued catching up, when the young woman returned. I waved to catch her attention, and let her know that she'd dropped some makeup at the bar. She said, "I'm not so concerned about that. I don't have any cash and the bank machine here doesn't work!"
With the kind of clueless but well-meant helpfulness typically associated with dorks like myself, I suggested a bank machine that I knew was down the block and around a corner, but she flirtatiously replied "No, I'll just have to rely on my boobs to get beer." Perhaps not taking the hint, I again kind of dumbly said, "Well, if that doesn't work out, let me know and maybe we can take up a collection for you at our table." She laughed and said "Have you seen these puppies?"
And we laughed, and she put her hand on my shoulder, and let it linger there even after I'd turned back to face my friends, which I suppose either meant that I should buy her a beer or she appreciated the fact that I wasn't leering at the aforementioned puppies (and was hopefully naïve).
But to satisfy my naïvete, I guess I wanted to ask the readers of a female persuasion out there: does that really work? Will men predictably and reliably buy you drinks just because you're taking the girls out for a night on the town?
Comments:We then returned to our seat and continued catching up, when the young woman returned. I waved to catch her attention, and let her know that she'd dropped some makeup at the bar. She said, "I'm not so concerned about that. I don't have any cash and the bank machine here doesn't work!"
With the kind of clueless but well-meant helpfulness typically associated with dorks like myself, I suggested a bank machine that I knew was down the block and around a corner, but she flirtatiously replied "No, I'll just have to rely on my boobs to get beer." Perhaps not taking the hint, I again kind of dumbly said, "Well, if that doesn't work out, let me know and maybe we can take up a collection for you at our table." She laughed and said "Have you seen these puppies?"
And we laughed, and she put her hand on my shoulder, and let it linger there even after I'd turned back to face my friends, which I suppose either meant that I should buy her a beer or she appreciated the fact that I wasn't leering at the aforementioned puppies (and was hopefully naïve).
But to satisfy my naïvete, I guess I wanted to ask the readers of a female persuasion out there: does that really work? Will men predictably and reliably buy you drinks just because you're taking the girls out for a night on the town?
well, did you buy her one?
Well, no, I didn't. But I'm not a very large sample.
please update your blog more often!
You realise, of course, that she was telling her friends the next day about meeting this cute guy at the bar but then it turned out that he was gay... ;-)
Sadly, yes, that's probably exactly what happened the next day, Chris. But that's just the kind of lovable loser I am. Like Ziggy.
But at least you're lovable. ;-)
Wow! The girl must really have needed a beer to have to rely on her feminine wiles to get a drink. Was she on her own? I wonder whether she got one in the end... Probably. I'm kind of annoyed at this woman. Of course, there's a school of thought that says, "If you've got it, flaunt it." However, another one says, "Don't rely on anyone but yourself." In this case, I suppose both came into play. Hmpph. What bothers me is that you don't see guys doing this kind of thing... Flexing an arm to get a pint, for example. Well, maybe in a gay bar, but that's beside the point...
