It was another evening of after work drinks and I was to meet up with my friend, K, a social butterfly by nature who is instantly everyone’s best friend, including one of mine for the past 12 years. We chose to meet at one of my usual spots and pulled up to the bar. It was a Wednesday at 5pm and not busy. Since opening, this spot has been packed every day during the week, but since this economic hiccup, it seems like everyone is drowning their sorrows at home with a cheap bottle of red instead of that $60 Chianti. It certainly puts a damper on my life and my quest for that sugar daddy. These Tales may start to get sparser…

But I digress, back to business. We had just ordered our second glasses and were halfway through our appies when “he” made an appearance. I can’t mention exactly who “he” is for fear that he will somehow read this through googling his name and the jig will be up. But I will say this, he’s someone that everyone knows of as a local fixture. Some have never seen him, but all know of him. This is because he bears a striking resemblance to a certain 80’s actor. People actually approach him thinking that he is the real thing. I’m going to leave it at that and refer to him as The Moustache (if that doesn’t ring any bells, then you’ve all got to get your heads checked).

The Moustache and I exchanged looks across the bar and I quickly looked away, feeling my face burning up red. He took up a station at the end of the bar with the young man he was with, his son, who was very handsome indeed. K had started chatting with the older man sitting next to me - as I said earlier, she will talk to anyone. He was regaling us with his work details and was interested in K’s line of work as he could use some of the services she offered. He told us how he had jumped around from job to job - was in investment banking then owned a diamond mining company in Africa and now runs his own “global investment” company, whatever that means. I thought he was a bit full of it and kind of zoned out of the conversation. That’s when I thought I would amuse myself by playing peekaboo with The Moustache. Not literally! Gawd… I’m not that cheesy. I could feel him looking at me though, so I gazed his way every so often and sent him one of those sexy half smiles. At least, I think they’re sexy.

K and I asked for our tab and proceeded to pay the bill when one of the bartenders leaned in to me and said that the gentleman at the end of the bar wanted to buy me a glass of wine. Mission accomplished. Note to self: Coy smiles will seal the deal.

Once I got my glass, I headed over to say thank you, as all appreciative girls do. He gave me his real name, not fake movie star name as I heard he sometimes does to bed helpless women. He introduced me to his son. Hot. Young, tall and hot. They were both rather flirtatious and I got the feeling that this was a regular routine that they played. Regardless, I was enjoying myself. The father/son tag team works well for them. We finished our glasses and they had to leave. I couldn’t help myself though, how often would I be put into this situation again with a hot father/son duo? So I handed them both my business card and actually told them both to get in touch. Bold move. I think it worked. Not 30 minutes after they left, I got an email from the father saying he enjoyed my smile and the next day, the son sent me a Facebook message inviting me to their cabin. Wow. I wonder if I’ll ever live this kinky fantasy out…

My Lessons From a Bar Stool:

For the Ladies:

1. Once again, don’t talk to a man if he’s annoying or dull. You are not obligated to speak to him just because he is sitting next to you at the bar. It will be harder to get rid of him in the long run. Harsh? Maybe.
2. Do send a man coy smiles.
3. Don’t blatantly stare at a man, this will scare him off. A few quick glances and perhaps one lingering look should do the trick.

For the Men:

1. If you send a drink to a woman, don’t leave out her lone friend - it’s rude. You always want to win over the friend. Only exception is if she’s with a big group, then just send one.
2. Do have a drink with your father or son and if you’re both hot, use it to your advantage. It’s a dynamic that women don’t see often and it’s very intriguing.
3. If you’re interested, do send an email within 24 hours - don’t play the 3 day game.

-S.A.

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