“So, uh, what’s your favorite style of beer?”
It’s a question I’ve been asked by many a drunken bar bro on occasions where I’ve opted for a local draft rather than some predictably “girly” option (here’s lookin’ at you cherry vodka sour).
Two weekends in a row now, It’s gone down the same way. Before my lips can even formulate a response to this valid conversation topic, the guy automatically tries to coddle me, chiming in with “You know, like an IPA, a stout, a lager……?”
If you know anything about the bitches who write this blog, you know that any slight pause on my part wasn’t due to a lack of knowledge concerning basic styles of beer, any hint of hesitation was only because I love beer so damn much that picking a favorite style for me is somewhat akin to a mother picking her favorite child. (While I might secretly have a favorite, I fear admitting it could hurt the other ones feelings.)
But seriously, like a lot of beer drinkers, I don’t necessarily have a clear favorite style. I have favorite breweries, favorite beers by season, favorite beers in a can, favorite beers in a bottle, favorite beers on a budget, favorite beers I can only get while traveling to certain places, etc. etc. etc.
I know I’m not the only gal out there who thinks, or for that matter, drinks this way.
So bros, next time you’re looking to chat up a lady with a pint glass in hand, actually wait for her to answer your questions, and remember this fact: knowledge of beer and ownership of a vagina are by no means mutually exclusive.