Hi there!
I’m drunk.
Did I pay to get that way?
NO!
It seems that every time that I go out for a beer, which is rarely someone ends up buying drinks for me. That’s because I start talking to them and I suppose they feel like giving me a reward for doing so.
This happens to me here and happened in Europe!
So, why the hell is that?
No matter the explanation, it makes me feel great.
Thanks for your time.
thank you.
free drugs, here i come!
wait… maybe first i should think of something to talk about besides donald rumsfeld…
It’s great!
At the most I have to pay for like two drinks!
Ad, they want to bang you 
Adlerian–Sounds like you attract a lot of desperate people with not much else going for them—good for you Loser magnet. =D>
Hey, the same could be said for Jesus, only without the drinks part.
It’s just what I do babe.
Yeah-- except Jesus gives them eternal life and hope while you confirm their complete loss of self respect.
I think that Nick A would back me up in saying that to be without ego is the key to some mystical shit. So, I hand you the key and you hand me a drink.
It’s fair.
You just go to bars that are populated with people that feel succesful, or at least feel like you are doing them a service. Your’e a trained psychologist are you not? And if you approach people with the skills that you have learned through dealing with other peoples problems since your proffessional beginnings, then it is no surprise that you have acquired the ability to convey a sense of trustworthiness into the people you encounter… at bars. But then again people at bars are often liquored to the point of seductive relaxtion so it shouldn’t be difficult for an interesting conversee to converse with someone that desires a conversation.
Speaking of bars…here’s a good gag that is sure to get a laugh or two, in the least, you’ll get an “aren’t you clever.”
Take your steak-knife and balance it on the salt shaker (lay it across the top of it) there on your table. When the waitress walks up, get her attention, point at the salt-shaker and exclaim “what is that!” She’ll look at it and say “what?” or “I dunno,” etc. Then say:
“Its assault with a deadly weapon!”
Hahahahaha. I’m so funny.
Here’s one you can make a few bucks at.
Tell the guy sitting next to you that you’ll bet him [insert amount] dollars that he’ll take his hand of his glass before you knock ten times on the bar, and that you will not touch him or anything else but the bar you are going to knock on.
Simple right? The guys thinking “of course he’ll knock ten times on the bar before I release my glass. I’ll just wait until he’s done.”
When he accepts the bet…knock once and only once. There you have it. You’ve won the bet.
What’s the guy gonna do…hold on to the glass for the rest of eternity? 
Adler,
Welcome to the world of having breasts. Happens all the time. 
Actually, I think that it’s because I’m very interested in what people have to say. I suppose that many people are very lonely and feel unimportant and find that want to reward a person for their interest.
It’s the usual bitter-sweet situuation.
He’s a man! 
I work out a lot, but nobody’s buying me drinks over the chest.
How is having easier access to a neurotoxin an evolutionary advantage?
“More free poison for me! Now let’s see the other organisms in my population try to complete! I have a lower sperm count and am well on my way to impotence! Woot!”
It is like the Antelope with the target shaped birthmark in the comic by Gary Larson.
On the other hand, if you had something like the power to make fertile females intoxicated, and thus more willing to have sexual intercourse with you, then that could be an evolutionary advantage.
Wow, I will now add “pussy” as a new descriptor to my list.
you’re interested in showing them what YOU have to say…
Fabiano, always able to strip off that sleek social veneer to find the selfish animal inside… you truly have climbed out of the cave of shadow-plays and seen the darkness that lies beyond…
Wouldn’t that depend on what kind of drink they buy you?
It happens to me too,Adler. Unfortunately, my alcohol tolerance is so low that I’m half in the bag after one drink…so I usually just end up getting free tea and Diet Coke.
Of course, over the last 3 years my bar/pub time has averaged at once every 4 months.
Maybe I should try this at Starbucks…