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Monday, October 1, 2012

Don't Give The Bartender Your Number


Ladies, don't give the bartender your number. Seriously.


Apparently this is a thing that happens often. If you're moving to NYC soon, or you just got here and you don't really know anyone heed this advice. Don't ever give the bartender your number. Ever. (Unless you're only one drink in and you're positive he's attractive, and that you'd like to see him again for smoochies.)

It's understandable that you just got here and you don't really know anyone. You're a little tipsy, you've revealed you're new in town, and this bartender - a person who serves alcohol for a living - is being very nice to you. He asks for your number and you give it to him. Why not? You've talked to him for 30 to 40 minutes and he seems cool. This is your natural human social response.

But later in the week, and next week, and the following weekend, and the one after that you will regret this decision. He'll text you to tell you every show he and his band is playing, and he will ask you to come. He will become relentless in his pursuit. And you'll ask yourself, "Who is this guy? And why did I give t him my number?

Because you were drunk. And that's okay.

It's New York City, you're young and free, and this is about to be one of the best times of your life. You won't ever forget your time here, so live it up to the max. But remember, it's a very big city. There are lots and lots of people. So while it's easy to feel lonely at first, just try and hold on. You'll meet genuinely cool people who are actually good musicians, in awesome bands, who will not text you all the time or be creepy about it.

That's the other thing - all the guys in New York want to sleep with you. Not you, personally, and this obviously excludes gay guys. But all the guys in New York want to sleep with you. All guys everywhere want to have sex - except those who are hung up on their ex-girlfriends (you'll meet them, they're sad) but the rest of them are about your ass.

Maybe you won't catch that at first, especially if everyone's a little more reserved and respectful where ever you're from. In NYC most everyone is down to fuck around, and if you're a pretty and sweet girl from anywhere other than here, anyone who's been here for more than a year would probably like to get in your shorts. For serious. The bartender especially. Bartenders love getting tail, that's why they're bartenders.

So unless you too are down to fuck around (and you're sure he's hot) don't give the bartender your number. That's it for now. I'll tell you how to handle cabbies some other time.

1 comment:

Diary of a Blundering Donna said...

Hysterical, I've found my closure.

ASS it is!