Showing posts with label Bar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bar. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Facebook Confirmation

If you chose to put your information out on the web for anyone to see, I don’t think what I’m doing is stalking. I consider it more to be confirming facts. People can’t tell a whole lot of lies on facebook because they will quickly get called out. A lot of people are also very open, and even if you aren’t, someone on your friend list is bound to be.

First off, Facebook privacy is very ready to navigate. You can hide certain posts or pictures from friends. You can also change how your wall is viewed. If it’s not a friend, shut the wall down. Also hide your friends posts from outside people if you make public status updates. Its your friends that are most likely to give hints up on YOUR life.


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Who's on First Update

Last month I blogged about a guy at the bar and we both seemed to be checking each other out. You don't remember that post? Well read "Who's on First" before reading this any further. OK, now that you are caught up, let me tell you what's happened next.


Turn Offs: Tipping


So the guy at the bar that I have been thinking was really cute for a while (see Who's on First) just did something that has cemented his fate in never getting a date. He only tipped the waitstaff $1. That's right One Dollar. Seriously?

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Cute When Drunk

So I'm writing this while I'm at the bar and ...

I hate when I’m at the bar and all of a sudden, all the guys in the place start looking hot. This usually takes quite a few drinks, but soon all you start to think about is taking a guy home. I call this “cute when drunk.” Most guys call it “beer goggles.” Sadly, one of my girls has this problem pretty bad. She’s gone home with one too many guys because she’s drunk.

I always ask myself a question before thinking about giving it up. Would I still do him if I wasn’t drunk? Most of the time the answer is no, and I go home alone once again. I won’t lie though, there have been a few that have made it home so I could get that itch scratched. But those are the mornings you wake up and say, “what (or who) did I do last night?”