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?
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?
