Is it ever possible for a waitress or bartender to truly be interested in one of their customers? Are their intentions in conversing with you solely to get a better tip out of you? These are questions I ask my self occasionally and found myself asking again on Saturday night. 95% of the time when I experience a waitress or bartender being friendly or slightly flirtatious I can immediately tell that they're just working me for a better tip. I'm ok with this. They're going to get 15-20% out of me regardless unless for some unforeseen reason they decide to hook it up with a free drink or two. There are those rare occasions, however, where I cannot tell if the flirtatious vibes are authentic or not.
Saturday night was just such an occasion. First of all, we were at Hooters, which automatically tipped off my suspicion radar. These ladies are trained professionals at personalizing their way into your wallet. Anyways, I was sitting at the bar with my friend Alex enjoying some wings and a beer, when the bartender broke down my wall of suspicion in a matter of just a few minutes. A true southern bell in orange shorts stood in front of me recapping all the highlights of college football from the entire day. Needless to say I was infatuated at this point. It wasn't until after we had been there for an hour or so and she had stopped to talk on a number of occasions that I began to wonder "what if". Eventually it was time to go and of course I was too big of a pansy to ask for her number, but in hind sight the effort would have more than likely been futile.
Maybe she was just trying to up her tip by talking to me. Maybe we were the least creepy guys at the bar. Maybe I had some funny things to say and it livened up her night about. But could there have been a small chance that she was actually interested? When do you know? How can you tell? These are answers I need. If not to go back and talk to Patricia, at least for future reference when this rare occasion might happen again.
About Me
- Habitual Line Stepper
- Just a laid back guy trying to find my place in life. I'm sure one day I'll find it, but until then I'm just enjoying the journey until I get there.
2 comments:
Let me start by saying that, there is no way you were the least creepiest guys at the bar. Filipino alex brings up the average, but still, we're talking about "Line Stepper" here...in Hooters. The only way you can be creepier in that situation, is if you were dressed in your Magnum P.I. outfit with your fake mustache and Aviators. haha, jk. I like how that grew though. I meant to only use one sentence to point out your creepiness.
But seriously, that is funny you wrote about this because i've thought about it numerous times. The only difference with me though, is that I think that ANY girl that flirts with me or gives me a lingering look likes me. haha! That is what makes me awesome.
Dude, I say go back for wings again on a night when there isn't much football going on (i.e.- saturdat night)again. Wait to see if she gives you that same vibe again, and if she does confidentally ask her to hang out or for her #. If she rejects you, tell her you were just checking because of this blog you wrote. It gives you a chance to save some face and get some clarity.
Do it! We need some answers! You might even be able to pull it off. Afterall, it is Vegas.
I like this ... it's like a controlled experiment. If it doesn't work out then I can just say it was an experiment for a sociology class or something. That way I don't look like a complete D-Bag for thinking a Hooters girl would be interested in me for real.
By the way, you are definitely way awesome in the way that you think all friendly girls are vibing you. It gives you that confident persona that so many people love and hate about you at the same time haha. And yes, normally I would agree that putting the Line Stepper in a Hooters is going to equal total creeper status, but on this occasion I was not. Its like if I were to get hit by a car. You would hope and expect my shoes to fly off, but on this occasion you would not have been fortunate enough to see my shoes fly off.
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