The toughest thing to find out is whether or not a female likes you. Especially during a party. Especially if it's after the men with long glistening chains walk in. It's the tell all moment. You stand taller, fix your hair, straighten your posture. Hold your drink a little higher so they know you can get your own, or make your way over to the bar and wait for the first sucker to make his move. The club is your first taste of what money can buy. No one knows how those bar tabs are being paid - advances, holiday bonuses, income tax return, but no one cares to ask. As long as you've got the dollars to spend, a pretty girl will lead you directly to your table. & Cranberry juice is on the house. The women gyrate a little harder. Dresses rise up a little further. Drinks reach bottom and all of a sudden they begin to wonder --who's taking care of this? Now, the bar is packed with Burberry plaids, Gucci reds & greens and .. oh yea... diamonds. Anything the bitches a notice, for real.
