I think we can agree that a man hitting on a female bartender is basically going to be a fruitless pursuit. Yes, we’ve all heard the urban legends of incredibly dashing gentlemen who somehow cracked the chastity armor of an adorable bartendress. But the fact of the matter is that lady bartenders are the target of far too much drunken flirting/sexual harassment. They’re going to be nice to everyone, but you have to remember that it’s their job.
As an example of an experience that would make such a phenomenon exist: On Sunday, several Skeptics went to P.J. Hanley’s on Court Street for some al fresco drinking. This is generally a super-douchey bar, but one we often patronize because of its enormous outdoor seating area. But anyway, at another table were two drunk douchebags who were falling over a lot and breaking a seemingly endless number of glasses. At one point, one of the douches gets up to leave and walks to his motorcycle to drive away. The bartendress, a lovely young lady, follows him down the street to suggest he not drive while so fucking inebriated and to ask him if he’d like her to call a cab for him. She even offered to hold the motorcycle inside the bar overnight. His response was something along the lines of “unless you’re coming home with me, get the fuck away from me.” Superlative gentleman. Really.
But of course there are a thousand other reasons why it’s just a bad idea for men to hit on women ‘tenders. This brings me to my real question: What do we think about women hitting on male bartenders, and more specifically, women giving male bartenders their numbers?
One of the lady Skeptics may or may not have left her number for a bartender last night, scrawled in hastened script on a beer coaster. It may or may not have been done with all the care of ripping a band-aid off. It may or may not have been incredibly scary and possibly inappropriate.
So I open this debate to the Brooklyn Skeptic panel of experts – ladies gettin’ all up on the jock of a local bartender: yay or nay?