Caution: Beware the Predators
In college, we called those older guys in bars Dirty old Men.
We used the same term, when working in San Francisco in the Financial District. We were on the look out for boys our ages and frequently, older men would come on to us. Yuck. One of our friends, Lindy, called the old codgers (30 and older) Free Drinks – as in, “Look, here comes Free Drinks.” As a rule, we avoided DOM’s
When Happy Hour is Two Drinks for the Price of One – we concluded you don’t need free – drinks from those old guys – our dad’s ages. Many of the old guys at Happy Hour were having a couple of martinis or tumblers of Scotch and were out the door to catch BART. Some were on the prey.
Recently, at the infamous dive bar, the Silver Peso in Larkspur I watched a dyed hair, comb-over…
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