Unless I Am Interested In A Man He Is Not Allowed To Pay For My Drinks. Here’s Why.

I sat across from the young bartender. I was fashionably outfitted in a fuchsia sequined tube top, white form fitting pants, and stilettos.

It was pouring rain that evening, and I felt compelled to spend my Friday night alone at the bar. My plan was to grab a few drinks, listen to some good music, and head home shortly after I was tipsy.

“What would you like?” the lady asked me. She looked around my age.

“Just a Corona for now,” I responded with a smile. I observed her long, colorful acrylic nails while I slid cash into her hands.

As the bartender opened my bottle I looked around. I was surrounded by men. Some were in groups chatting amongst themselves and others sat alone, looking down into their pants to ponder on their life decisions with each swig of liquor.

I sipped my beer and glanced up to watch the TV above the colorful display of spirits. Any sound coming from the program was drowned out by reggae music blasting from the speakers. Still, I had nothing better to do but to try and make out what was unfolding on the screen while simultaneously checking my text messages every couple of minutes.

A few moments went by and I ordered another beer. Then two middle-aged men came…