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Buy You a Drink? Girls, Bars, and Manipulation


January 20th, 2010 · Dating and Relationships

buy you drank, buy you a drink, buy you a drank, buying a girl a drink, buy drink, buy girlHALIFAX, Canada — I flew to this Cana­dian town to attend a con­fer­ence of the North Amer­i­can Street News­pa­per Asso­ci­a­tion in 2006 while I was Editor-in-Chief of Spare Change News in Boston, and the great­est les­son at the sem­i­nar actu­ally came from a bar in the city.

While some of my fel­low con­fer­ence atten­dees were else­where in the bar, I went out­side to have a quick smoke since smok­ing was just as ille­gal inside bars in Canada as it was in Boston.

While I was smok­ing, a tall, cute, blond girl came out­side. She asked me for a cig­a­rette. I gave her a cig­a­rette, and we made small talk. After we had fin­ished our cig­a­rettes, she winked at me and asked if I would buy her a drink. Since I was a lit­tle drunk at that point — and what else is there to do at a busi­ness con­fer­ence — I bought shots of tequila. Right after the shots, she walked away and joined some friends who were nearby. I was not think­ing clearly at the time, so I walked over to join her. Soon after, one of her friends leaned over and whis­pered: “She has a boyfriend! Get lost!”

That was the last time that I bought a drink for a girl at her suggestion.

So, this story came to mind as I read this post from Craig’s List on buy­ing drinks for girls, as quoted by Roissy in DC:

So are you gonna buy me a drink or what?”

I had been dread­ing this moment. I’ve learned from hard expe­ri­ence that any pro­longed con­ver­sa­tion with a girl at a club or a bar inevitably requires a fee of rum and coke, vodka tonic, or God for­bid, a cosmo. As cute as you were, I felt oblig­ated to retain my self-respect.

Sorry, I don’t buy girls drinks. Just kind of my policy.”

You looked at me like I told you I was going to rape your dog Char­lie (yes, I remem­ber his name). Your face mor­phed from a beau­ti­ful smile into a twisted car­i­ca­ture of shock, revul­sion, and utter disbelief.

Seri­ously, you’re not gonna buy me a drink? What’s your problem?”

Well sweet­heart, let me explain to you in detail my logic regard­ing this deci­sion that you found so unbelievable:

1. I’ve been going to bars for a cou­ple of years now. I enjoy meet­ing peo­ple when I do. I enjoy meet­ing attrac­tive girls like your­self. I have, how­ever, learned that buy­ing girls drinks is a sucker’s game. Yes, it has devel­oped into shar­ing my bed for the night a cou­ple times, but 90% of the time, all it does is give me a higher bar tab. Now you might say I’m a prick for expect­ing a girl to sleep with me just because I buy her a drink. I agree an $8 cock­tail does not and should not equal a sex­ual encounter. How­ever, I believe spend­ing time and money on a girl when I could be hav­ing a good night out with my friends does enti­tle me at least one of the fol­low­ing things: You rec­i­p­ro­cat­ing by buy­ing me a drink, you giv­ing me your phone num­ber and/or going out on a date with me, where once again I will be spend­ing time and money on you. Notice that sex is not a require­ment or expec­ta­tion that is cou­pled with any of these options. Now, of course, if I had offered to buy you a drink, and you accepted, you are not oblig­ated to any of these things. The big dis­tinc­tion here is that you asked me to buy you a drink, and were shocked that I wouldn’t do so. This brings me to my sec­ond point.

Read the whole post to get the full effect. It’s priceless.

Here’s the point. I do not mean to imply that all women are vapid, super­fi­cial, gold-diggers. I mean to imply that many of the young ones are. Espe­cially those who are in their I’m-so-hot-and-I-go-to-bars-all-the-time-to-get-drunk-and-expect-men-to-worship-the-gold-between-my-legs phase. Or, even bet­ter, it will dis­suade the girls who are of the I’m-so-hot-that-I-do-not-need-to-pay-for-anything-ever mindset.

My rec­om­men­da­tion? If any girl approaches you, a sin­gle guy, with a request for a drink, here is your response: “If you want the priv­i­lege of speak­ing with me, you should buy me a drink!” At the very least, it will ward off the gold-diggers who want a free ride. At the best, it will intrigue the girls who aren’t used to hear­ing that line in a bar. Still, as I sug­gest, if you want to get mar­ried, meet­ing poten­tial significant-other in bars is a hor­ri­ble idea.

But I digress.

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