Free drinks because I'm sexy
Yesterday was Caroline's 21st birthday, and I went out and celebrated with her after my journalism obligations were over. I met her and a few other people at a wine bar, which was the classy part of our evening. I had a single glass of red wine that cost me eleven bucks.
After that, three of us met another person at an Irish pub in the Central West End. This part wasn't so classy.
I don't really go to bars, so this was an adventure for me. I even learned a valuable lesson: Apparently, if a female makes eye contact with a male in a bar, that automatically means she wants him.
The more I think about this, the more sense it makes, but I was mostly just puzzled when it happened to me. I like to be a friendly person, but last night I forgot that I had stepped into a new environment where the rules of interaction are completely different than what I'm used to.
So, some guy who looked like he was in his late twenties happened to make eye contact with me, and I smiled. He immediately invited me to his pool table to be his "good luck charm."
I laughed it off.
A few minutes later, he called out to me, "Hey, good luck charm! I'll give you two minutes to come over here and I'll buy you a drink. You can sit right here and help me."
I smiled and showed him the drink in my hand, as if to say, "A girl can only drink so fast."
This is the point where I admit that I was probably leading him on, but situations like that are so damn awkward. I was once at an Indian restaurant with Caroline and the waiter started hitting on me. This was so surreal; I couldn't believe that he was interested in me over her. I think she's a million times more beautiful than I am. Every time he asked a question about me, I kept including her in the answer. I thought I was supposed to be the mediator or something.
So, he left me alone for a while except to call out every few minutes that he had won another game. At last call, there were three of us left as a part of Caroline's party. The only male, Brendan, went to the bathroom. Then I heard someone call out for his "good luck charm."
So, the man asked to buy me and Caroline a drink, and I decided to take him up on the offer. Caroline followed my lead but didn't say a word the whole time. I could tell she felt really awkward around this strange, loud, drunk man. So, we drank our free shots, and then he thanked me again, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. Weird.
He also invited us to go to another bar with him, stating, "Hey, I'm buying. What's to lose?" But it was late, and I really didn't care to hang out with this guy.
After we left, I felt really sleazy. Like some kind of drink slut--and, yes, that's "drink" and not "drunk." It's flattering when someone hits on you, but it's also insanely awkward. Especially when you have very little experience dealing with the situation. Especially if you're in a relationship. And especially if your pride means more to you than a free shot, but I'm still a little uncertain on that last bit.
After that, three of us met another person at an Irish pub in the Central West End. This part wasn't so classy.
I don't really go to bars, so this was an adventure for me. I even learned a valuable lesson: Apparently, if a female makes eye contact with a male in a bar, that automatically means she wants him.
The more I think about this, the more sense it makes, but I was mostly just puzzled when it happened to me. I like to be a friendly person, but last night I forgot that I had stepped into a new environment where the rules of interaction are completely different than what I'm used to.
So, some guy who looked like he was in his late twenties happened to make eye contact with me, and I smiled. He immediately invited me to his pool table to be his "good luck charm."
I laughed it off.
A few minutes later, he called out to me, "Hey, good luck charm! I'll give you two minutes to come over here and I'll buy you a drink. You can sit right here and help me."
I smiled and showed him the drink in my hand, as if to say, "A girl can only drink so fast."
This is the point where I admit that I was probably leading him on, but situations like that are so damn awkward. I was once at an Indian restaurant with Caroline and the waiter started hitting on me. This was so surreal; I couldn't believe that he was interested in me over her. I think she's a million times more beautiful than I am. Every time he asked a question about me, I kept including her in the answer. I thought I was supposed to be the mediator or something.
So, he left me alone for a while except to call out every few minutes that he had won another game. At last call, there were three of us left as a part of Caroline's party. The only male, Brendan, went to the bathroom. Then I heard someone call out for his "good luck charm."
So, the man asked to buy me and Caroline a drink, and I decided to take him up on the offer. Caroline followed my lead but didn't say a word the whole time. I could tell she felt really awkward around this strange, loud, drunk man. So, we drank our free shots, and then he thanked me again, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. Weird.
He also invited us to go to another bar with him, stating, "Hey, I'm buying. What's to lose?" But it was late, and I really didn't care to hang out with this guy.
After we left, I felt really sleazy. Like some kind of drink slut--and, yes, that's "drink" and not "drunk." It's flattering when someone hits on you, but it's also insanely awkward. Especially when you have very little experience dealing with the situation. Especially if you're in a relationship. And especially if your pride means more to you than a free shot, but I'm still a little uncertain on that last bit.