Monday, October 6, 2008
BUY ME A DRANK
Betsy like drinks, especially when they're free. A quick survey concluded that other women (and men) enjoy free drinks proffered at a club/lounge. It’s not that we (women) cannot buy our own drinks. Quite the contrary. It is more chivalrous (and seemingly tastes better) when some lovely gentleman buys it.
This is what I've encountered: A Trinidadian, Guyanese, Grenadian or any caribbean man will whine your waist out, see you choking because your throat is so parched from dancing with him for the last 18 soca songs and because he refused to let you go, you’re sweating like you just ran the 25K marathon. To add insult to injury, he will politely excuse himself to buy a red bull or Heineken for himself (unless it's a real caribbean party and they're selling Ting - he'll opt for that).
American men will hip hop you to death, rapping and spitting in your face to some Jigga song like they created the lyrics. After, they'll say, "Excuse Miss, what’s your name?” Followed by, “I’ll be back after I get this drink. I like the way you move." Is that whack ‘compliment’ supposed to keep you rooted to the floor thirsty? Thirsty, I say! Dudes between Rhode Island and New Jersey will just slip away then you see their head bobbing at the bar. SMH
The exceptions are southern men. Those southerners like to have a good time and will buy you a drank before they even start blocking your spot and your man-traffix. Actually, the southerners Betsy encountered buy bottles and just sway all night. With the exception of go-go, these fellas are quite content to have a drink and a two-step.
The one group of men Betsy has to give a shout out to is Nigerian men. Maybe it’s something in the kokoro or jollof rice but these brothers like to buy everyone in their vicinity a drink. No, make that drinks. Why? They know how to have a good time and like to share the wealth. It's called good club/party citizenry. Note to men: follow this lead.
So ladies, the next time you’re out and some tight, cheap brother wants to dance you to death, point at your throat and say, “Buy me a drank. Whatcha think about that?” And no you can't come home with me. LOL
The recap: lounge in Brooklyn. Shout out to MT for dragging Betsy out of her bed and shout out to WP for joining the festivities.
On Tap: Lots. Details to follow.
Lata Lovelies,
-Betsy Ice
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2 comments:
Ha, that's a good one but it's not only Nigerians. I'v been around plenty of West Indians that kept my throat wet. In a matter of fact, I am sure some guy of foreign descent bought you a bootled water recently!
You are so off base that it's too much effort to reply online. LOL We will speak on it soon like we always do. :-]
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