Many years back while I was young, attractive and a practical item on the dating market, I used to be used as a bartender. Contrary to popular belief, I visited “classes” to learn this trade. I used to be moving to VEGAS at that time, and I decided to attend an area bartending academy (translated – you pay us, and we’ll get you employment as a bartender).
Six years, 50,000 containers of Bud Light and many hundred Captain and cokes later I finally hung up my shaker, however, not before I discovered a valuable technique or two about reaching other singles at a membership. The three pieces of intelligence Personally I think safe imparting with are the following:
- Never go alone
- Pretend you do not caution if you meet someone or not (even though both of us know very well what you is there for, you slut) AND…
- Double peppermint schnapps on the rocks
Fine, 1 and 2 are relatively easy to comprehend, but what’s going on with #3 3, you ask?
It’s simple. You’ve shown up looking such as a million dollars (or $138.57 in my case). You make eyesight connection with the man or lady you want to meet. You finally muster in the courage to debate and present yourself and then what now ?? Apparently…you trim in and convert your head in order never to expose your future sufferer to the intoxicating mixture of cheap beverage and saliva your tooth are fermenting in. Why do you do that? You choose to do it because you understand your breathing is terrible so you can summon the courage to ask how old do you have to be to bartend.
How could it not be? Most blended drinks, beverage, and liquors aren’t doing all your delivery any mementos. So what’s the answer? Double peppermint schnapps on the stones. I recall vividly that one gentleman at a nightclub I proved helpful at always purchased it, every time he emerged. Do you know what he never went home alone unless he wanted to?
Let’s face it; you wouldn’t immediately dismiss a man or woman who slurred his or her speech while hitting on you but you would put the kibosh on a lousy breath encounter quicker than you could say “the last call”. No one likes to see someone at their worst, but to smell someone at their worst is far more disgusting.
So the next time you go to the club looking for a romantic encounter, order the one drink that might help you out. If you want to be safe, send one over to the table of the person you are interested in before you take that long walk over to make your case. Good luck and good breath.