Thought/Anecdote of the Day™©®

for January 11, 2001

On Bar Phobias

I have a phobia about approaching girls in bars. Well, it’s not so much the approaching as it is the talking to them once I’ve approached.

It’s not that I’m shy or anything. I’m generally a pretty extroverted guy. But I think my main problem is that I don’t want to appear cheesy, sketchy or scary to women I don’t know. Does that make sense?

I just don’t understand how guys go up to and start a conversation with a random girl in a bar. I need an in, and opening line, something that gives me the beginnings of witty banter. ‘Cause, oh baby, can I banter.

However, this kind of opportunity rarely presents itself with anyone but waitresses. Therefore, I wind up flirting with waitresses.

A lot.

Now, they get this from every stupid, drunk guy in the bar, so I’m really not helping myself. Even if I have something to say that I might find clever, I’ll never know whether her laughter is a result of my comment or the fact that she wants a bigger tip so she can afford new headshots and further her acting career.

And how am I supposed to see her again? Ask her for her number?

Um, yeah, I’d like a pitcher of Coors, some wings, and your phone number…

Somehow I don’t see that happening. My only option is to find out when she works and keep coming back on that night.

Sadly, this is called “stalking”, and girls are often anti-stalker… so I’m told. Not that I would know that from any firsthand experience… seriously.

Bottom line, I’m alone… but I’m not a stalker.

Did you like this Thought? Sure did. No, I did not.