The good, the bad, but never the hideous

So having often dated someone who frequented bars and lately turned 21, I spent a lot of time in different bars this previous year.  I’ve probably been with buddies about half of those moments and without a’ after bar ‘ partner.  Being a nice, outgoing, and friendly woman implies I will inevitably get hit on.  I generally have my two favourite accessories, my smile and my cleavage, it likely helps.  I have fun drinking time, and I don’t mind including new (or more correctly new) buddies in my fun.

However, I’m not afraid to say that I have some norms in my bar men selection.  Bar men are distinct from the people I date, or even different from the males I even choose to look outside the atmosphere of the bar.  I want the nice man sometimes, the man who’s out in the city for a rare night.  It’s like displaying them another side of life.  You are taking hold of the night and bringing to life fantasies.  These guys I like.  For various reasons, the good guys are good guys, but the biggest thing they have in common is that they listen to what you’re going to do and don’t.  These aren’t guys that are out every Tuesday night at the bar, so they listen when you say you’re not doing anal with a first time partner.  They listen because they likely never thought of putting in the first place anything up your ass.

The poor kid is a distinct species altogether.  The bad boy is the one who tries to put it up with your ass TWICE after saying you don’t do it with partners for the first time.  He holds a (sometimes false) trust because he’s fucked every regular in the bar you’re in.  You want to stay away from these boys most of the evenings because they are mostly arrogant assholes that only give enjoyment half the time.  The bad boys, however, are the ones that will leave you with a hotter memory the other half of the time than sin itself, making them worth the trouble.

Bar men should NEVER be hideous with all this being said.  Barmen aren’t guys that you take to your mother’s home.  Bar people aren’t lunch men and walk down Michigan Avenue afterwards.  Bar men are people who make you want to suck, lick, bite, and fuck the whole night.  Just because you meet a man in a bar doesn’t imply he’s a bar man. Just because he’s wearing a leather coat and rides a Harley doesn’t mean either that he’s a bad guy.  Ralph Lauren can be worn by bad guys and drive BMWs.  So ladies, listen to the tips, make sure that your bar guys are warm.  There’s absolutely no reason to even entertain someone who doesn’t light you up.

(Author’s Note: Bar Men= men picked up at a sex bar.)