I went out to a bar I occasionally go to if I want a little social time. I rarely go out on weekends because the crowds are irritating enough.

It’s one of those millennial / GenZ places where they convert some ugly 1970s bowling alley into a hipster place, still has bowling with black lights and all that, video games, indoor and outdoor bars, a main bar, smoking bars, weird food, etc. Usually I go into the Bourbon room as my preference, but that was crowded so I had to use the main bar, and just went with beer and weird nachos because why not.

Luckily they had a male bartender because as I’ve mentioned before, I can’t stand woman bartenders because they suck, don’t know what they’re doing, and figure they can just flash tits for tips.

They have several of them there, so I zero in on the guy for my business. I get a draft and sit around. It was loud as fuck with everyone screaming. A huge sausage fest of guys looking at the 4 to 1, guy / girl ratio. I’m sitting at the bar shit posting and all these chicks are jostling me and being highly annoying so I just left and sat at a high top in a corner.

So I’m drinking beers right? And every now and then I’ll get another one, so I go to the guy right? Several times he’s busy and one of the creepy women bartenders keeps asking me if I want another beer. I ignore them and just look at the TVs above the bar holding an empty glass. I grunt some sort of “I’m just looking at the TVs” while I stand there, then the guy comes up and asks if I want another in front of her, which I agree to. This goes on several times throughout the night. I stand at the bar, some creepy chicklet bothers me, and I ignore her and wait for the guy to show up.

Was it rude? Who fucking cares. I have a strong opinion on this, for acting this way.

I will change gears and say I absolutely agree with feminists on some particular issues. One issue in particular is consent and that a woman with alcohol cannot give consent. I’m absolutely not going to put a woman in a possible rape situation where alcohol is involved.

Secondly, I have no idea who this woman is. I don’t accept drinks from strangers. What if there are drugs in it? What if she’s going to just add a bunch of drinks to my tab? She’s clearly trying to CardiB me to rob me or God knows what. No thank you.

I just kept ignoring this little 5’0 pixie with displayed tits for both our sakes. I don’t support rape in the slightest and refuse to participate in that toxicity of objectifying her. Everyone wins.

Later I’m just trying to shit post content, and I feel a hand on my shoulder and some thin little blond was asking if I knew where the bathrooms were. Women touching me in bars is not that rare sadly, which is why I rarely go out to public places with this much crowd, so I tell her I don’t work there and she needs to stop touching me.

It’s like these people have no boundaries? Are they trying to get raped? I may have been overly rude to some chick that had too many beers, but if she thinks we’re going to flirt about bathrooms, once again, the issue of consent comes up. Also, I don’t fucking work there so fuck off.

Eventually I close the place down and I leave the bartender a 50% tip, because he got to the point of coming to my table and just bringing me beers if my glass looked empty. Another reason I prefer male bartenders, they work harder.

Plus he has to be responsible in life and needs more tip money. I know it’s probably pooled tips, but I recognize good service and tip cash, so hopefully he pocketed it. The little itty bittys have enough of their life subsidized by simps.

I’m not going to objectify women’s boobs in bars and pay for it like those freaks on Instagram. It’s insulting.

Also, this story is 100% true. I have not embellished a fucking thing.