There’s this bar my friends and I frequent, maybe once every two months, and I’ve been crushing on the bouncer since we first went. We constantly check each other out while I’m there, and I heard him tell him friend I was beautiful as I walked by. However, we’ve yet to actually talk and my ID is hopelessly fake. Any advice? I’m convinced that bouncers are bombarded by girls constantly.
Do you have any idea how many cute girls a bouncer sees every night? Now mulitply that number by 8-10 nights per month and then double it since you only go in once every two months. That’s a lot of girls. So you’re right about constant bombardment.
Listen, I hate to break to you, but you’re not that special. In addition to being an adult baby-sitter, a good bouncer is also a promoter. You want to make the people who come into your bar or club feel welcomed. If a guy has been there before, you want to remember him and shake his hand so he looks all cool in front of the ladies he’s bringing in. Anytime a cute girl comes by, you want to comment on how hot she looks, or make some other (mostly stupid) comment that makes her feel really good, since it sets a good tone and vibe, making for an overall better atmosphere.
There used to be these girls that would come into my club that were…well, they weren’t pretty. I mean, they weren’t fat or anything, they just didn’t have favorable bone structure or teeth or whatever else. The first time I saw them, they came in with a few guys, and later asked me if I had seen where the guys went; the guys had ditched them and gone to another club.
The thing is, these girls tried so fucking hard that it made my heart break. They dressed to the nines, they had their hair all done up, and hell, out of the corner of your eye or if you saw them from behind, you’d be like, “Hey, what do we have here?” Then when they’d turn around you’d jump back in horror going, “Whoa!”
Every time they came to the door, I acted like they were the hottest girls in the world. And truth be told, if you count spirit and enthusiasm, they were. I would even get to the point where I would wave them through like they were VIPs, making sure they didn’t even have to pay the cover. And why the fuck not? They deserved it for the effort.
Of course, all this goodwill would come to a pretty abrupt end if the girls started thinking I was hitting on them. Fortunately, that never happened and we avoided that awkward moment. I think you should also avoid that awkward moment and not assume you have anything special with this bouncer.
And besides, if you’re under 21 you should keep a low profile. I don’t care how cute or cool a girl thinks she is, if she’s under 21, I don’t want her in my club. Well, you know, not unless her ID happened to have a crisp hundred dollar bill folded around it, in which case…well… But seriously, girls do this all the time, they come in with their sister’s ID or whatever, it looks good enough that they get in, then later they get drunk and start chatting with me and feel the need to come fucking clean and tell me they are under 21. How can I make this clear? I don’t want to fucking know!! Ignorance is bliss! If you are under 21, please don’t tell the bouncer. Let him maintain plausible deniability. Once a girl that the bouncer knows for a fact isn’t 21 somehow gets into a club underage, she will brag to all her fucking friends about it. The next thing you know, it’s all over fucking town and the bar owner/manager starts asking questions. Fuck that shit. Stupid underage shorties aint worth it.
So keep your dirty whore mouth shut. Once you turn 21 for real, decide if you really want to know the bouncer better. If you do, go up and talk to him. But keep in mind his niceness may all be an act and you may be one of those ugly girls he feels very sorry for. If so, do me a favor and get your damn teeth fixed already!
The only chicks bouncers get bombarded by are fat chicks, ugly chicks, belligerent chicks, or, like you, underage chicks. But usually not hot ones.
If you take away the self-inflated egos and tight t-shirts and man tits, bouncers are just like any other guy. They see a hot girl and their animal instincts come into full play. I’d bet ninety-percent this bouncer knows your I.D. is total shit. There’s a reason he’s letting you in. You’re hot. This takes me back to a story which has no actual value to the outcome of your situation, but it’s funny, and it involves bouncers and underage chicks. So whatever.
A few years back, before I was twenty-one, I had a fake I.D. It was the most legitimate fake I.D. around. I mean, I never got questioned. Well, one day I decided to enter the bar where “Bouncer”, my stupid, worthless co-author of this column happened to be bouncing that night. He knew me prior to this because he used to stalk the coffee shop where I worked. So we were acquaintances to say the least. Anyway, I decided to go to that bar because I figured he’d be cool and not say shit about my I.D. I sat down with my friend and we start chugging our Long Island Iced Teas, when, all-of-a-sudden I am approached by one of the bartenders who says, “Bouncer wants to talk to you”. Fuck. I walked outside and here’s this no-good son-of-a-bitch waiting to give me a stern talkin’ to. Which he did. Right before he kicked me out.
Moral of the story is, Bouncer is a loser. Now, back to your question. How do you get this idiot to like you? First of all, start frequenting the bar more often. Duh. Once every two months is so fucking moderate of you. Get it together. Secondly, muster up the courage to go talk to him. You’re probably going to have to make the first move because bouncers never leave their bouncer stoop. So take lots of smoke breaks and walk past him, like, eighty-seven times. One of those times hit on him. Just keep it casual. If he’s not a pussy he’ll reciprocate and keep shit flowin’. Then you guys can date and wear matching Affliction t-shirts.
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