Ok, I am not really in love with my favorite bartenders, but I know someone that is. I know because I have talked to this person and have witnessed the embarassing gift giving. Ok, maybe she isn’t in love but she has feelings. I do love my bartenders that I have formed friendly relationships with and now I understand what T-Pain was talking about over 10 years ago. As you know, the first goal when I moved here was to find a comfortable and chill bar that we could watch the Colts’ games on. Some weeks we are there more days than others, but we at least show our face one day a week.
Anyway, the point of this post. I thought it was crazy how girls get with their feelings of these bartenders. They get territorial, catty, and some really are in love with them. Then I sat back and really thought about it, and I kind of get it. Bartending is a service business where conversation makes you money. Bartenders are just like hair dressers and bank tellers, where people feel comfortable spilling their thoughts. Plus, they are handing you what you need most after a long day or long week…booze. Even if you visit these bars one day a week, chances are, if you are like us, you spend a few hours at a time sitting at that bar. You chat, clown on people, and in your mind, you are forming a genuine relationship. This could be the most time you spend with someone else during the work week. Just remember that they are doing this with most people. Yes, you would like to think that you are special because you think you are great and who wouldn’t want to be your best friend, but that is most likely not the case.
This post is great in many ways. For one, I am literally drinking and blogging. I mean, what is the point of this blog if we don’t? Also, it is Sunday Funday, so we are saying hi to all of our favorite bartenders as you read this. Hi Steph. Hi Bird. Hi Max. Hi Taco. If you take anything away from this post, I applaud the people that take things into their own hands and make moves on what they want. I need to be more like that. What do we have to lose? Oh the dreadful fear of rejection. I mean if we are at a bar, chances are that neither party is going to remember any of it and if they do, so what…especially if these bartenders did their job. So I am going to make the move on that bartender…just kidding. You have to do more than serve me a drink, hence why I am single. Make sure those feelings are reciprocated before you continue to embarrass yourself. I kind of want to see what you do next though.
I am rambling and it is time to witness some more bar antics.
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