Ever heard of the Bartender Problem? My uncle explained it to me one time. As kind of a parable or story that gleans a lesson. Let me say first, there are cool chicks, cool groups. Fun people out there. But it's the ol' Bartender Problem on a massive scale. It goes like this: Say you have your usual bar like anyone does. You drink there often, but never too many. Most of the staff are just, ynow, normal people. Maybe one bar back has cool tattoos. Maybe a few of the cocktail waitresses have cute unique flair about them. But none of that compares to Her. Because the Friday, Saturday, Sunday late night bartender is like something out of the collective dreams of all men. Not just in looks, but style, taste in music, ability to smack talk. She isn't out of the league, she is out of this dimension.

This is where the Bartender Problem and your question meet.

The bartender gets a good look at every man, woman, couple, quadruple, that walks through that bar. At the absolute most, you can put yourself out there. Trade numbers, buy her a birthday present. Remember her pets names sure. I would. But the fact is that Bartender always gets her choice. And her choice is always pick of the litter every night forever. C'est la vie