Girls who drink beer
Then again....
But coming from a more general male perspective, I must say that the union of beer and woman has some definite pros and cons.
Now I’ve been out with a few girls who happened to drink beer, and it certainly has its advantages.
Spending an evening out with a beer-loving lay is slightly easier on the old wallet, as beer is ultimately the cheapest (non-goon) option at the bar.
And, even if you aren’t the gentlemen who buys his better half’s beverages then (assuming you also drink beer) you avoid that nasty conflicting-drink-price drama when you lock into a contractual shout.
But, while beer-drinking lasses might be cheapskate-friendly, there is still the ever-so-slight issue of attraction.
Now, call me old fashioned, but beer drinking girls don’t really shout ‘sexy’! from the rafters.
My past beer-drinking flames didn’t woo me by tossing me a suggestive glance as they guzzled a schooner of Toohey’s New before proudly resting the empty glass atop their head.
They didn’t send my heart aflutter with the Extra Dry-induced mating call of a thunderous burp.
No, I wasn’t entranced by the aroma of Carlton Draught that laced her breath as she whispered her name into my ear.
In fact, I didn’t know these girls were beer-drinkers, until after I got to know them.
Of course, it was not a relationship-threatening bombshell when they showed up with a beer in hand, that wasn’t meant for me, I’m not that superficial.
But as David Attenborough probably once pointed out, females who drink the amber liquid are less likely to be able to maximise their womanly wiles in order to attract a male specimen.
No that doesn’t mean that if you are a girl and you drink beer, guys will pelt you with tomatoes and flinch in horror if you approach them.
It just means that history, advertising, and all other evil means of stereotype manufacturing have imprinted the ultimate point here - beer is male.
Imagine a guy strolling back from the bar with a cruiser for himself and a beer for his lady-friend.
Most will assume the relationship is fundamentally flawed, and utterly, utterly doomed.
Reverse the order and nobody would bat an eyelid.
Mind you, at the end of the day, (or the night… or even more accurately, the start of the day) who really cares?
We’re all drunk and eating kebabs.
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Now, did someone mention beer? I'd love one!!