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"Last night, my friend Cassidy and I decided to head to a sports bar and ended up at the newest location of (gulp) Brother Jimmy&amp;amp;#8217;s, which is like, Spring Break Central. I used to be anti-Bro Jimmy&amp;amp;#8217;s, back when I had a boyfriend and thought I was an adult. But ever since I met this really hot guy there two Valentine&amp;#x27;s Days ago (in a blizzard&amp;amp;#8212;every place else was dead!), I&amp;#x27;ve been pro-Bro. Plus, Shecky&amp;#x27;s listed it as a top pick-up spot. On our nights out, Cassidy and I have discovered a few pick-up tricks. Once, we bought ourselves beers without realizing that another guy was buying us a round, so we had to walk around double-fisting. A lot of dudes commented on that. I usually order a Guinness or a Jack and club soda, and guys admire that, too. But last night, after drinking complimentary margaritas, we switched to big cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Several guys commented on our drink of choice. There&amp;amp;#8217;s something down and dirty about a can of PBR. It screams low-maintenance. But I was surprised how much praise our cans got. I mean, the second we switched, some guy said we&amp;amp;#8217;d just gotten hotter. Cass and I are full of class with our cans of PBR. We talked to some douchey guys who claimed to be stockbrokers. Ugh. NYC men who actually have jobs these days think they are even cooler than they did before. Later, I met THE cuuuuuutest guy. His name was Rob. He had high cheekbones and overall lovely bone structure. Rob was WASP-y and tall&amp;amp;#8212;an ex-lacrosse player from Connecticut, wearing a salmon-colored dress shirt and loafers&amp;amp;#8212;and all of his friends were also really tall and good-looking. I struck up a conversation with him because I was in between him and the bar. I said, &amp;amp;#8220;What do you want? I&amp;amp;#8217;ll order.&amp;amp;#8221; I handed him and his friends their beers. They were grateful not to have to wait. I was drinking PBR and Rob was drinking Natty Ice, and I raised an eyebrow. Which was better? He gave me his can. I gave him mine. We taste-tested each other&amp;amp;#8217;s beer. There was good conversation, but it came out that his grad year was 2005. (I&amp;amp;#8217;m 2001.) It&amp;amp;#8217;s fine, but when his buddies wanted to go to another bar to watch the UNC basketball game, he mentioned it without exactly issuing an invitation, and well, that&amp;amp;#8217;s his age. His priorities are basketball. Unfortunately, after he left, every other guy paled in comparison. But anyway, in this economy, chugging cheap beer is like, super chic. Double-fisting also gets kudos. Men judge you on your drink. Order a PBR. In fact, my friend Kyle says PBR is &amp;amp;#8220;more associated with a certain hipster vintage appeal, rather than the crass fratty commercials that brand Bud, Miller and Coors.&amp;amp;#8221; Heh heh, well I was in a crass, fratty joint. I think it&amp;amp;#8217;s getting more mainstream. And I bet the WASPs would&amp;amp;#8217;ve respected us if we&amp;amp;#8217;d been drinking Jameson. What drink gets you a lot of play? I&amp;amp;#8217;ll order it next time. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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