Reply #5: My first bar tending job, [View All]

many a moon ago (about 35 years to be exact), was in a little out of the way bar, frequented, for the most part, by farmers and travelers. There was a young farmer named "Phil" who came in on a daily basis. He would buy a beer, was very quiet, respectful of me, tipped well, and never gave me any trouble whatsoever.

One Saturday night, when I wasn't working, I went up to listen to a band. Phil was there and asked me to dance a slow dance with him. Well, I did and boy, howdy, did he smell yummy. I said, "Phil, you smell good! What do you have on"?, to which he replied "A hard on but I didn't know you could smell it".

OMG! I turned every shade of red possible ( had led a somewhat sheltered life up to that point of 23) and to this day it is my favorite pick-up story! :rofl: