When you have spent the best part of your adult life in bars, you learn stuff.
You can, with one look, know if the bartender is under pouring. You can pick out, with one look, pimp, whore, addict, dealer and the DJs girlfriend. You can tell which girl the drummer is going to bang. And you learn to enjoy an entire movie with the sound off.
The one thing I haven’t learnt is being able to pick out the girl that is up for a hook up (not to be confused with the hooker). My friends say it's karma.
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1 comment:
trust me, women are constantly battling similar dilemmas though i can think of few who aren't looking for a lasting relationship even though they say they're open to hook ups...its hypocritical, so sue us
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