I am a bartender, and I learn a lot about people based on just a few cues. A guy is having a date with a woman, and they’re drinking at the bar. His behavior is a little suspect, but there are no red flags right now. The lady excuses herself to go to the restroom, and the guy calls me over.
Guy: “Two red wines, please.”
Me: “Sure thing. That’s [total].”
I take the cash and set up the glasses next to them. I get the bottle ready, but I don’t pour just yet.
Guy: “What are you waiting for? Pour!”
Me: “I will — as soon as the lady is back.”
Guy: “Why are you wasting time? Just pour the d*** drink!”
Me: “I’ve learned from experience that if you want a first date to go well, a lady feels safer when she sees her drink poured directly.”
Guy: “Are you accusing me of roofying my date?!”
Me: “Absolutely not, sir. I am simply offering advice based on my years of experience observing dates take place in this bar.”
Guy: “Well, I work for a Fortune 500, so I don’t need advice from a bartender, thank you very much. Capiche?”
Me: “Message received.”
I pour the glasses, but I still keep an eye on them until the lady has returned just in case. His date comes back, and he offers her a glass.
Woman: “Oh, I thought I said I would get the next round when I got back?”
Guy: “A beautiful lady never pays.”
Woman: “Yes, but a smart lady orders her own drinks. I thought I made that clear on my profile.”
Guy: “You don’t have to be that way with me, though, babe. I can look after you.”
Woman: “Did you read any of my profile at all?”
Guy: “Well… of course!”
Woman: “Then you should know that what you’re doing is making me uncomfortable. I think I’m gonna go.”
Guy: “What?! Because I bought you some wine?! Why are you overreacting, you b****?!”
Woman: “Aaaaand that just proved that you’re a bullet to dodge. Have a nice life.”
She throws a twenty my way as a tip and walks out. The guy stands up to follow her, but I speak up again.
Me: “Dude! Read the room!”
Guy: “You did this! You sabotaged my date! You spoke to her and told her things about me!”
Me: “I have literally been here the whole time.”
He scowls at me and then stares angrily at the two glasses of red wine in front of him. He spots another lady sitting in the corner, licks his lips, and starts to pick up the glasses and head over to her.
Me: “Dude, if you take one step toward that woman with those wines, it won’t end well for you.”
Guy: “You… Stop ruining my chances, man!”
He storms out, leaving the wines behind. They haven’t been touched (I have been watching them since they were poured) and they are quite nice, so I enjoy them sip by sip during my shift!
A week later, I am working again at another bar (I work in three bars part-time to make rent), and a woman comes up to the bar.
Woman #2: *Sheepishly* “I… uh… I want it to look like I am ordering a drink, but really my date is making me uncomfortable, and I would like to leave, please?”
We follow protocol, and I pretend to show her where the restroom is, but in reality, our bouncer escorts her out of the back exit and ensures she gets away safely. A few minutes later, her date comes in to look for her. He walks up to me.
Guy: “Excuse me, pal, have you seen…”
We both immediately recognize each other. It’s him again.
Guy: “You again! What did you do to my date this time?!”
Me: “She’s gone, dude, and if you go after her, I will call the police and say you’re harassing ladies.”
Guy: “Why are you even here? Are you following me?!”
Me: “None of your business, but from what I can tell about your business, you have none when it comes to charming women. Maybe go home and figure out why it’s not working.”
The guy snarled at me, and for the second time, I saw him storm out alone. I haven’t seen him since, but I seriously hope he’s working on himself and how he treats women.