Only two heavenly looking women giving off pheromones like no one's business have ever bought me drinks. To make matter's better, both of these women were complete and utter strangers to me.
The first happened at a franchised bar in Glendale, Arizona (my hometown) called The Saddle Ranch. Yes, they have them here in LA too but because Glendale has one I have no reason to go the one on Sunset Blvd. There are four bars inside Saddle Ranch. I walked over to one of the smaller bars off to the side of the mechanical bull and stood next to five perky breasted women.
My opening line was, "What's good to drink here?"
The woman next to me gave me the obvious once over as if I was a piece of meat. She was in her late twenties along with her friends. "Hey Jeremy, one more for him."
The bartender served me a shot of something strong and fruity.
"What's this?" I uttered.
"Who cares it's good for you," the beautiful woman replied.
We do a member's only toast, swig the shots back, then she gives me a peck on the cheek and says, "Enjoy your night."
I asked the bartender how much it was. "Dude, Shiela and her friends already got you dude. I don't know what you did, but damn, a hot chick just bought you a shot."
Sure as shit did. It's an incredible feeling when an amazingly stunning woman or women buys a guy a drink. That's the type of women's liberation I'm talking about.
The last time a gorgeous women bought me drinks was a little over a year ago at a bikini bar called Plan B in West Los Angeles.
Please note, a bikini bar is not a strip club, but I have a strongly feeling there's a lot more than just dancing in your trousers going on in the Champagne Room.
I felt quite ritzy walking past the collection of Maserati's and Rolls Royces parked in front by the valet.
I'm not positive, but I'm pretty good at guessing that this was a Russian owned joint. Just like in the movies, it seems like all the Russians own "local establishments". (Of course, I'm not judging).
I went to Plan B on a dare. One day when giving a VIP movie lot tour to a friend who brought a friend, I might have bragged to her how I can hold my liquor. I was trying to impress her with my machismo. I believe I even lowered my voice to bass when saying this too and put out my chest hair. Her name was Charlotte, a Brazilian model from Sao Paulo.
"Come by the club tomorrow and we'll see about that," she said.
I noticed when in-da-club, the girls earned their bucks by the patron's (men) buying them drinks. Personally, they're too aggressive for me. That act reminds me too much of pushy diner waitresses or elementary school lunch ladies. I don't need a fake friend for less than 60 seconds thankyouverymuch.
The talent is somewhat pretty, all in their early to mid twenties. Though there was a pole there wasn't much pole dancing. The women just drop down their skivvies, shake their money makers to some strip club music and that's it. NOTHING TO SEE HERE FOLKS.
Charlotte had a seat reserved for me right at the bar. "Hey! Hey! He's with me," she said as she shooed away some of the other women. "Hey Rose, let's see how much you can tolerate. All drinks are on me tonight. You ever had a Hot Toddy?"
"Sure."
"You haven't had my Hot Toddy."
I turn around to see the entertainment, turn back. "Cheers," she says as she sips a Hot Toddy of her own.
It turns out I'm a light weight. An extremely light weight.
"Hey Rose, wake up. I'm going to make you something else. Wake up Rose," she said as she put some kind of Jungle Juice in a tiki glass next to my slouching torso.
"Hey Rose, never lie to me. I can see right through the bullshit," Charlotte said as she drove me home. "You're even a lighter weight than me, and I get buzzed off of a glass of red wine."
"What was the damage I did?" I managed to stutter.
"Rose, you fucking serious? Shit, I haven't had this much entertainment while working since I started. Seeing you go from lucid to sleepy was priceless. I have stuff that could humble you for the rest of your life. Don't worry honey, you paid me more than you know. No more drinks for you. Sleep tight," she said as she dropped me off. read more