Dating Forum

I've always had fantasies about bartenders…girls hit on them all the time, they know how to make a good drink, and they can flirt without effort.  I'd been ordering Joe's specialty drinks from him all night—a combination of L.A. Absolut with pomegranate juice.  We exchanged a few words, but I was pretty shy and he was busy.  But when he gave me my tab, I had an unexpected boost of courage and put my number on my credit card receipt, handing it back to him.  To my surprise, he called me the next day.  (Evening really—he was a bartender.)  We made plans to go to dinner that night.

So on the date, he turned from suave bartender to 17-year old kid.  He handed me a sticker when I met him (cute or weird?) and giggled.  He was already a little drunk when we met, so I cut him some slack.  We sat down and he proceeded to try and fondle me…and asked me back to his "awesome house" where we could sit in his hot tub, drink champagne and "see where things go".  I told him no way as politely as I could given the circumstances.  He tried to entice me with the fact that he was really an aspiring musician, and now that he'd celebrated his 40th birthday, he wanted to get serious about his career.  Good lord…at least pick something stable like banking.  Ah, never mind.  He ended up confessing that he was crashing on the couch of one of his friend's places (who owned the sprawling hot tub estate), and happened to be out of town on this one night.  So, my friend Joe the bartender thought he might try and get lucky.  Not so much.  My bartender fantasy will have to be replaced by something more real…like musicians?  Eeek.