Friday Night Field Report – The Bartender From Hell

Been a while since I knocked up a Night-Game field report for you guys.

The night kicked off at about 6:30 PM [Friday] as I left my apartment for the downtown area.

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I was to meet up with this smoking hot 18 year old at the bar [pictured below with adjoined screenshot from Facebook messenger on Friday evening].

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However, that plan fell through as I was more up for street game than to hang out with this chick.

After a while of combing the streets for some hot girls to pull, my stomach was on empty so I grabbed a pizza on the roadside.

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Some hours later, I made it to the bar/nightclub and had a fucking blast.

I usually go out every weekend but I hadn’t really gone clubbing or bar hopping for the year.

So much happened that I can’t recount every detail as it went down…not that I was hammered by the way.

What really stuck out though was the bitchy fucking bartender who gave me attitude all night! 😯 😡

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That bitch literally terrorized my entire night as if she had it out for me for some unknown reason.

When I ordered my 1st drink [Apple Martini], she yelled at me for leaning over the bar counter. 😡

“WTF”!

To add insult to injury: I had to chase her down for a fucking straw which she should’ve placed in my drink in the 1st place!

Bitchy Bartender: “You should speak up next time”!

“Splash”!

She threw the straw down into my drink with the plastic half way hanging off the straw into my drink! 😯

Generally, I wouldn’t hesitate to give a bartender a royal cussing [I’m notorious for cursing out bartenders], but I kept the peace while gritting my teeth in disbelief at this bitch’s audacity!

About 45 minutes later, I went back to the counter and ordered a beer.

She had me standing there while she served about 4 other patrons who got there after me to order their drinks.

At this point, my ears were fucking fuming!

Later down in the night/morning, after chatting up a few girls, I felt that I was in the mood for some makeouts, so I proceeded to the bar counter to buy a mint to freshen my breath from the alcohol.

Bitchy Bartender: “We don’t sell 1 mint. 3 for a dollar”.

Me: “But I don’t want 3 mints. I only want 1”.

I wasn’t being patronizing- honestly. I only wanted 1 mint. My pockets were already stuffed with gadgets and shit, so I really didn’t need anything extra to stuff.

She insisted on selling me 3 mints for $1 instead of the customary 25 cent per mint inside of this venue.

After some debate, she sold me the 1 mint I wanted.

A while later [perhaps after 4 AM], I asked her to refill my cup with ice [which is free by the way] but she refused.

This BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My drink was fucking hot and this chick refused to throw a few ice cubes in my cup…free ice at that!?

I gave up and drank the lukewarm drink!

Overall, I had about 3 alcoholic drinks for the entire night [which is a lot for me] and capped the night/morning off with a plastic bottle of Coke.

Across the way from the bar, there’s a bench-like sitting area where lots of girls were congregating, so I found my way over there to hit on some girls.

I didn’t manage to take anyone home. But in spite of that, I got physical, flirty and sexual with various girls across from the bar.

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By the time I left the bar, the sky was already brightening.

I hadn’t been out till sun up in years…perhaps 9 years!

In the Caribbean, most bars and nightclubs usually close at dawn if there are still patrons there.

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Street game and night game ain’t easy but it’s fun.

When you dedicate yourself to pickup and going out, it actually requires vast amount of hours in the field.

I went out from 6 o’clock PM Friday night, on my feet virtually the entire time, and strolled in my apartment this morning [Saturday] at 5:30 AM.

If you aren’t doing it, then I suggest you get some real gam time under your belt and quit cheating yourself by only spending 2 hours in the field…especially on weekends.

Ciao!

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