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It’s flattering to get hit on by men in the bar, but imagine it happening every five minutes. Trust me, it gets old. I’ve heard the stereotypes about bartenders. We flirt just to get good tips, we sleep with bar patrons, and we love to party. I’ve heard that dating a bartender is worse than dating a stripper. While some of that might be true, most of it isn’t (after all, we don’t show our g-strings for cash). Most of my coworkers have rules about dating or sleeping with people we serve drinks to. The rules derive from a bad experience in falling for one of those stellar lines. I’ve gone to dinner with two men who come into the bar often. Big mistake. Both of the dates were okay, but when I didn’t jump at the chance to go out again, disaster hit. They still come to the bar, knowing I’ll be trapped there, to ask me about why I don’t want to go out again. don’t want to be rude when men hit on me, but I’ve learned my lesson—keep business separate from dating. It may not be a 9 to 5 cubicle job, but it’s still my work and it pays my bills. Most of my coworkers aren’t bartenders because they’re trying to pickup men, we’re just trying to make as much money while doing something we enjoy. As far as flirting goes, it really doesn’t matter. A good tipper is a good tipper and the same goes for bad tippers. I could talk and flirt to the same guy all night and he’s still going to tip me $6. Of course, it pays to be cordial—I treat customers like I want to be treated when I go out. However, flirting isn’t worth it. Chances are, he’ll end up asking for a number at the end of the night and then you’ll have to reject him or put up with his calls for the next three months. It would take T-Pain himself to get my guard down while I’m at work. So if you’re claiming your love for the bartender, watch it, you’ve got to stand out against the other 500 men in her presence. - Holly -
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