It’s probably not a good thing practically giving directions to your place of business to a gentlefriend you casually meet in the bar. It’s not like they work — as a cop — in that exact neighborhood and might be waiting in the parking lot for you as you’re heading out to Happy Hour… in two weeks when they’re back on their day shift.
Don’t automatically assume a guy is hitting on you. He may be hitting on you via wingman telepathy. (see: above) BTW, what happened to asking if I were single; do you have a “man friend?” WTF?
If an entire beer pitcher spills, say, on my pants, and you’re the one to cause it, do you still get a date? Accidents happen, but best believe, by the time I’m done with the hand dryer in the ladies’ room, you betta be gone… and don’t keep your friend hanging about to remind me how drunk you are. (And if you guessed no, you get my booby prize).
Girlfriends need the support system in place to remind each other: say no to ex-boyfriends.
2 Skinny Dorks on $5 pitcher nights at The Corner is still great as ever! Take off your pants!
