When I did my taxes this year I found out that I spent over $14,000 on Dates last year. Most of that was spent on dinner and drinks in Manhattan. Now don't get me wrong, I had some very good times, some great sex, some good conversations. Hell, I even made a good friend along the way, but mainly I came away from the date feeling extremely disappointed and with a lighter wallet. Date by date it's not THAT much money but it all adds up fast!
In the past I had a habit of always grabbing the check and paying whether my date was hot or not. Whether we clicked or not. Basically I felt ashamed to let her pay. I also kept and interesting statistic and even I was suprised that only 5% of my dates even offered to pay for themselves - yes you see that right- 5%! One girl in the entire year offered to pay for the entire check. A very nice gesture. But of course I paid and doubt she was sincere. In light of all this evidence I knew I hadto change some things. So, this year.....
I DECIDED TO NEVER PAY FOR A FIRST DATE AGAIN. How did I do this? First I adopted the mindset that a girl should naturally assume she's paying for herself. Now this wasn't easy at first but I quickly got used to it. Then when going into the bar/restuarant/lounge etc. I would hand the server a credit card and ask them to open tabs for us. HEY!-Did you catch that? I said 'TABS.' Yah, don't worry at least 95% of the girls I meet miss that one too. Just to make sure I usually confirm that the server has understood me too. I do this when the date rudely answers her cell phone or is in the bathroom (probably using her cell phone). Guys, you know the Mastercard "priceless" series of commercials? Well, let me tell you, you won't understand the meaning of 'priceless' until you see one of these girls handed their own check for 3 20$ martinis and overpriced food (that they would probably never buy on their own). It's also very relaxing to encourage the girl to eat and drink up because even at 20$ a pop for exotic gooey blender drinks I could care less how many of them she has - cause SHE'S PAYING.
Oddly enough when she realizes that there are individual bills there will a few prolonged moments of discomfort. But don't panic. Something that took me by surprise is how many girls suddenly have to 'go to an ATM'. I can't quite figure out if it's because their cc's are maxed out on shoe purchases or that they are trying to guilt me into paying. Well, probably a combination of both, but I'm remorseless after doing this for nearly 3 months now. Which brings me to my date last night...... omg.....
Of course the classy nice Irish pub I suggested wasn't good enough for her. Nah...she needed to to go somewhere more trendy. Ok, no problem. W? Hudson? Meatpacking Dist? SoHo? Where we going? So she picks a midtown hotel bar. Nice place. Little stuffy. Drinks, not bad and Macadamia nuts on the lounge tables (complimentary) nice! Of course I went thru my usual routine, handed the server a credit card asked her if we can start tabs she said, 'sure' and took the card. 1 drink in her cell phone rang. She appoligized, (she had to get it). So I moved into confirmation mode. Our waitress even missed the 'tabs' part but she adjusted on the fly and told me no problem. Boy, let me tell you - the girl i was with could really throw down the drinks. She was drinking scotch that was older than the hotel we were in. Of course I didn't discourage her. She was like, wow they have Johny Walker BLUE label! I was like, 'you ever try it?' She's like....'Nooooooo!!!' I'm like, 'go on....just get some'. She's like 'are you sure'. I'm like, 'look, if you want it, just get it!' So she ordered one, then another, and finally one more..... wow she was probably more than a little drunk. I stuck to my Stoli and Soda, splash of Cran.
When the BILL(S) came she sobered up fast. I caught a glimpse of hers, 5 drinks plus a little finger food $319.00 I think it was. She looked shocked and sick to her stomache when she saw 2 bills. Guess she thought I was buying. Think again. (The old me woulda soaked up the bill but steared her away from the Blue) I had 4 drinks, no food and a great buzz. Pricey Stoli, but overall still a good value (i ate a ton of free macadamias and almonds) $36.00. Damn I thought, that BLUE label will get you every time. Of course she did more than the traditional fumble through her purse. Her face was beat red and she was speechless. She left the bill on the table and excused herself for the restroom. I had already paid and was sucking on some ice. The waitress was looking concerned. I told her, 'look'. Sure enough my date was heading out toward the front door. I slowly grabbed my coat as the waitress ran after her. Then security or a bellman grabbed her at the door and a small shouting match ensued. Can you imagine, she was trying to leave - without paying!
Well, I didn't stick around to see what happened. All I saw was the poor waitress standing just inside the front door with a small coctail tray. She did look concerned but not paniced. A doorman and bell hop had the girl by the arm, outside and was semi-forcing her back inside, she wasn't getting away from this bill. I paid my bill. I had my receipt. But I couldn't help wondering why she ordered 3 Johnny Walker Blues, doesn't she know that **** is expensive? Then I wondered if they had to arrest her while I had another drink at my local Irish pub.
I haven't heard from her again. Too bad, she was pretty cute too
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Part 2 - MY DATE LAST NIGHT - Repost:
Ok so you guys aren't going to believe this one. I had another date set up for 9:00 tonight. Nothing big. I've been emailing with this chick for like 2 weeks now and really was in no rush to meet her because her pics were so average. But, I figured I'd give her a shot because she seemed so playful, sexual, and fun in her recent emails to me. You guys know how it is.
So, I tell her over email at like 4:30 that I'm getting burgers and beers with my good buddy around 7. Ok that was a lie. But I use to send a strong hint - 'FEED YOUR ASS BEFORE WE MEET.' So I get to the bar before just ontime. I hate being late for anything. Sure she was average but that doesn't mean I should show late. But she did. What is it with these girls showing a minimum of 15 minutes late anyway? She was 20mins late and didn't even call and let me know. Ok, no big. So she comes in and I'm in a good mood. I thought, perhaps I'll buy her a drink or 2. But, I already had a beer and instructed the bartender to start seperate tabs for us. He didn't request a credit card cause it was so slow and they know me there.
Well we get chatting and I'm thinking, IF I'm going to bone this girl I better get something stronger in me or drink faster. I'd need quite a buzz for that but I was workin on it. Things were going smooth causal chit chat and even some sexual banter. Honestly, I was getting into her and the Harp I was drinking. Then she drops the bomb, 'I wonder how the food is here'. Damn it. Food again. So I'm thinking, It's like a lot of Irish Pubs, edible. ANd I tell her so much. So she askes for a menu. I'm hoping she gets chicken fingers or something to make it quick. No, it wouldn't be that easy. She orders the special veal dish, with soup, salad and comp. dessert. I mean WTF. I told her I'd 'eaten burgers with a friend' and she couldn't at least grab a big mac on her way over if her refridgerator was so bare? (you know these girls can't/won't cook, right guys?)
So by the time she finishes her 3 course meal over an hour later I'm feeling good from the beer, but watching this girl chow veal just wasn't sitting right. Anyway I decide I'm not gonna try anymore and that I'm gonna go home. I ask for the check(s). What does she do? She excuses herself and goes to the bathroom!!! It's good to be prepared. So I pay mine. 18$ bucks, 4 beers - not bad, they always comp the 4th drink. I flipped over her bill while she was either taking a dump or talking on her cell in the bathroom. 4 Long Island Iced Teas and a Veal Feast 59$ - OUCH! I know she was gonna bang me if I wanted. Surely if I paid. I waited over 7 minutes for her at the bar. I actually started my stop watch on my digital watch when she left. 7 Minutes? WTF???
I shook hands with the bartender Pat, thanked him - and left, I still don't know if she ever came outta the bathroom. I felt the my phone vibrating in my pants as I watched some of the Yankee game a few doors down but you know what I thought? **** it.
In the past I had a habit of always grabbing the check and paying whether my date was hot or not. Whether we clicked or not. Basically I felt ashamed to let her pay. I also kept and interesting statistic and even I was suprised that only 5% of my dates even offered to pay for themselves - yes you see that right- 5%! One girl in the entire year offered to pay for the entire check. A very nice gesture. But of course I paid and doubt she was sincere. In light of all this evidence I knew I hadto change some things. So, this year.....
I DECIDED TO NEVER PAY FOR A FIRST DATE AGAIN. How did I do this? First I adopted the mindset that a girl should naturally assume she's paying for herself. Now this wasn't easy at first but I quickly got used to it. Then when going into the bar/restuarant/lounge etc. I would hand the server a credit card and ask them to open tabs for us. HEY!-Did you catch that? I said 'TABS.' Yah, don't worry at least 95% of the girls I meet miss that one too. Just to make sure I usually confirm that the server has understood me too. I do this when the date rudely answers her cell phone or is in the bathroom (probably using her cell phone). Guys, you know the Mastercard "priceless" series of commercials? Well, let me tell you, you won't understand the meaning of 'priceless' until you see one of these girls handed their own check for 3 20$ martinis and overpriced food (that they would probably never buy on their own). It's also very relaxing to encourage the girl to eat and drink up because even at 20$ a pop for exotic gooey blender drinks I could care less how many of them she has - cause SHE'S PAYING.
Oddly enough when she realizes that there are individual bills there will a few prolonged moments of discomfort. But don't panic. Something that took me by surprise is how many girls suddenly have to 'go to an ATM'. I can't quite figure out if it's because their cc's are maxed out on shoe purchases or that they are trying to guilt me into paying. Well, probably a combination of both, but I'm remorseless after doing this for nearly 3 months now. Which brings me to my date last night...... omg.....
Of course the classy nice Irish pub I suggested wasn't good enough for her. Nah...she needed to to go somewhere more trendy. Ok, no problem. W? Hudson? Meatpacking Dist? SoHo? Where we going? So she picks a midtown hotel bar. Nice place. Little stuffy. Drinks, not bad and Macadamia nuts on the lounge tables (complimentary) nice! Of course I went thru my usual routine, handed the server a credit card asked her if we can start tabs she said, 'sure' and took the card. 1 drink in her cell phone rang. She appoligized, (she had to get it). So I moved into confirmation mode. Our waitress even missed the 'tabs' part but she adjusted on the fly and told me no problem. Boy, let me tell you - the girl i was with could really throw down the drinks. She was drinking scotch that was older than the hotel we were in. Of course I didn't discourage her. She was like, wow they have Johny Walker BLUE label! I was like, 'you ever try it?' She's like....'Nooooooo!!!' I'm like, 'go on....just get some'. She's like 'are you sure'. I'm like, 'look, if you want it, just get it!' So she ordered one, then another, and finally one more..... wow she was probably more than a little drunk. I stuck to my Stoli and Soda, splash of Cran.
When the BILL(S) came she sobered up fast. I caught a glimpse of hers, 5 drinks plus a little finger food $319.00 I think it was. She looked shocked and sick to her stomache when she saw 2 bills. Guess she thought I was buying. Think again. (The old me woulda soaked up the bill but steared her away from the Blue) I had 4 drinks, no food and a great buzz. Pricey Stoli, but overall still a good value (i ate a ton of free macadamias and almonds) $36.00. Damn I thought, that BLUE label will get you every time. Of course she did more than the traditional fumble through her purse. Her face was beat red and she was speechless. She left the bill on the table and excused herself for the restroom. I had already paid and was sucking on some ice. The waitress was looking concerned. I told her, 'look'. Sure enough my date was heading out toward the front door. I slowly grabbed my coat as the waitress ran after her. Then security or a bellman grabbed her at the door and a small shouting match ensued. Can you imagine, she was trying to leave - without paying!
Well, I didn't stick around to see what happened. All I saw was the poor waitress standing just inside the front door with a small coctail tray. She did look concerned but not paniced. A doorman and bell hop had the girl by the arm, outside and was semi-forcing her back inside, she wasn't getting away from this bill. I paid my bill. I had my receipt. But I couldn't help wondering why she ordered 3 Johnny Walker Blues, doesn't she know that **** is expensive? Then I wondered if they had to arrest her while I had another drink at my local Irish pub.
I haven't heard from her again. Too bad, she was pretty cute too
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Part 2 - MY DATE LAST NIGHT - Repost:
Ok so you guys aren't going to believe this one. I had another date set up for 9:00 tonight. Nothing big. I've been emailing with this chick for like 2 weeks now and really was in no rush to meet her because her pics were so average. But, I figured I'd give her a shot because she seemed so playful, sexual, and fun in her recent emails to me. You guys know how it is.
So, I tell her over email at like 4:30 that I'm getting burgers and beers with my good buddy around 7. Ok that was a lie. But I use to send a strong hint - 'FEED YOUR ASS BEFORE WE MEET.' So I get to the bar before just ontime. I hate being late for anything. Sure she was average but that doesn't mean I should show late. But she did. What is it with these girls showing a minimum of 15 minutes late anyway? She was 20mins late and didn't even call and let me know. Ok, no big. So she comes in and I'm in a good mood. I thought, perhaps I'll buy her a drink or 2. But, I already had a beer and instructed the bartender to start seperate tabs for us. He didn't request a credit card cause it was so slow and they know me there.
Well we get chatting and I'm thinking, IF I'm going to bone this girl I better get something stronger in me or drink faster. I'd need quite a buzz for that but I was workin on it. Things were going smooth causal chit chat and even some sexual banter. Honestly, I was getting into her and the Harp I was drinking. Then she drops the bomb, 'I wonder how the food is here'. Damn it. Food again. So I'm thinking, It's like a lot of Irish Pubs, edible. ANd I tell her so much. So she askes for a menu. I'm hoping she gets chicken fingers or something to make it quick. No, it wouldn't be that easy. She orders the special veal dish, with soup, salad and comp. dessert. I mean WTF. I told her I'd 'eaten burgers with a friend' and she couldn't at least grab a big mac on her way over if her refridgerator was so bare? (you know these girls can't/won't cook, right guys?)
So by the time she finishes her 3 course meal over an hour later I'm feeling good from the beer, but watching this girl chow veal just wasn't sitting right. Anyway I decide I'm not gonna try anymore and that I'm gonna go home. I ask for the check(s). What does she do? She excuses herself and goes to the bathroom!!! It's good to be prepared. So I pay mine. 18$ bucks, 4 beers - not bad, they always comp the 4th drink. I flipped over her bill while she was either taking a dump or talking on her cell in the bathroom. 4 Long Island Iced Teas and a Veal Feast 59$ - OUCH! I know she was gonna bang me if I wanted. Surely if I paid. I waited over 7 minutes for her at the bar. I actually started my stop watch on my digital watch when she left. 7 Minutes? WTF???
I shook hands with the bartender Pat, thanked him - and left, I still don't know if she ever came outta the bathroom. I felt the my phone vibrating in my pants as I watched some of the Yankee game a few doors down but you know what I thought? **** it.