I am all for feminism.
Oxford Dictionary defines feminism as “the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes.”
In addition, I am all for free drinks.
When a man offers you a drink at a bar – take it. You owe him nothing in return but a smile and a thank you. If he expects something in return, find a bouncer and get that creep kicked out.
Surprisingly, free drink offers come to female university students more often than expected. Whether it be from the bartender or a classmate, it happens quite often.
The conversation usually goes like this:
(Hopefully cute) man: Hey, can I buy you a drink?
Me: Sure! Thank you.
(Hopefully cute) man: What are you drinking?
And now the real fun begins. Do my ripped jeans scream beer drinker? Does my bubbly attitude hint for champagne? How about my snickering friends standing behind me? They’re all drinking vodka-crans. Does that mean I drink them too?
As he runs through his bar tab vocabulary, I’ve never had anyone correctly guess my drink of choice. I guess my Prince Charming is still out there after all.
I’ll give you a hint — you’ve probably ordered the virgin version of this drink a countless number of times. Maybe for the cherry hidden inside or maybe for the orange. The point is that it’s a kid’s favourite and I’m a kid at heart.
Singapore Sling. The alcoholic version of a Shirley Temple.
10/10 times, the man paying does not know what the hell I’m ordering. 5/10 times, the bartender doesn’t know either.
What happens next is up to you. I a) stay and explain and settle for a vodka-cran or b) run off to the dance floor to hopefully find my Singapore Sling drinking Prince Charming.
Moral of the Story: Don’t settle for less than you want and next time you go to the bar or a restaurant, order a Singapore Sling.