Should a Girl Accept a Drink from a Stranger?
Have you ever been offered a drink by a guy while you’re alone and waiting for someone at a bar? As flattering as it may seem, should you accept a drink from a stranger? Sylvia Branders reveals what a guy expects when he buys you that drink.
Last week, a good friend of mine was supposed to meet her boyfriend at a club. When she got there, her boyfriend called and told her he was held up at work, and that he would be there in around an hour’s time. I’ve met him, and I’m quite sure he wasn’t fibbing, and he’s a great guy anyways.
She decided to wait at the bar counter, so she could keep herself busy, watching the drinks flow and the cocktails getting churned.
Twenty minutes into her wait, and the bartender set a peach martini in front of her, and pointed out to a guy sitting in the closest corner of the club. The bartender then smiled and said, “The guy at that table sent this over.” It was the first time a stranger had offered her a drink and she was perplexed.
Not wanting to act snobbish, she just smiled at him, and accepted the drink. No sooner had she taken a sip of the drink, the guy walked up to her and plonked himself in the bar stool next to her.
She was obviously surprised, and just smiled at him. He then began talking and a minute into the conversation, he asked her if she’d like to come over to his table. Not wanting to sound rude, she told the guy that she was really sorry, she couldn’t do that, as she was waiting for her guy who was due any minute. The second he heard this, he just stepped back and snarled “Why the hell did you accept my drink then?” and walked away without a second glance!
When she narrated this to me, I found the whole scenario quite helpless and stupid. Now why do you think a guy would want to buy a girl a drink?
Obviously, to strike up a conversation. My friend told me that she knew that, but didn’t know what to do. But there was just one thing there anyways.
She should have just declined it.
Flirting with a Free Drink
Guys these days have watched a lot of movies where a hotshot buys a girl a drink, and then slides over to her table and eventually ends up taking her to bed. Men dig such thoughts. They want to spin the same damn wheel of fortune. First off, why is it that guys think of nothing but martinis to send over? There are like a million different drinks in the world! Perhaps, it all goes back to Bond here. Martini. Shaken. Not stirred. Whatever.
I think it’s creepy when a guy buys a girl a drink, and then sits in his best damn posture and grins wildly at a girl from across several tables, like she’s supposed to swoon right there. Hello! You chauvinistic pig, we’re working too. We can afford our own drink now. Praise the lord! But yet, men somehow think it’s the coolest act in the world. And quite unfortunately, this new trend that’s sweeping over in our clubs leave most women perplexed and on strange ground. We’ve heard of men walking up, but a drink doing the talking now? Brrr… Hair raising!
The worst part of it all is that the drink’s already been paid for, and it leaves you in a dilemma. Should you accept a drink? And then there’s your internal conflict. “It’s just a drink”, “What if it’s spiked and I get raped on a date!”, “Come on, it would look really stupid to refuse now!”, “Just don’t touch it, dammit!”, “Do I call the bartender back and tell him to return it?”, “Are all the people in the bar looking at me?” “Are they waiting to see what I’ll do?” “Oh no, I shouldn’t have come here!”
What Happens After Accepting the Drink?
If you do accept a drink from a guy you’ve never met before, that’s his cue to walk right over to your table and start a conversation. So take a good look at the guy who offered you the drink. Is he worth it? And most importantly, are you interested in hooking up with some guy? There’s no point in accepting a drink when you’re sure you don’t want to know the guy. He’s just going to walk up to you, and walk away like he’s the one who’s ditched you. No girl really wants that on her ego-file, do you?
I’ve been offered a drink or two in recent times, when I’ve taken a few hours off work to just unwind and clear my mind. And more often than not, I’ve declined the drink. It’s just not worth the hassles. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t want to meet the man of my dreams at a sleazy bar counter. I mean, let’s face it, if not you, there’s always someone else. These guys probably spend the whole day, just skulking in dark hidden corners buying drinks for women until one of them accept to go home with them.
If that’s your idea of prince charming and the white equestrian, go right ahead. You can even gallop on his horsey later in the evening.