The Chase Away Guy!

You know talking about bars and hanging out made me think of a type that you always ran into in the bar. We used to call them "The Chase Away Guy!"

He was the guy who would hit on all the chicks in an inept and sleazy way that would make them uncomfortable to the point that they would get up and leave. Now some women could stand up for themselves and would tell him to fuck off. But some of these guys would only get more aggresive when that happened and we ended up having to bounce them out of the bar. What would suck would be that if I was in a joint that didn't have a bouncer. If there was a board as the bartender as often or not they would be a friend of mine and they would ask me to tell the guy to leave. I mean what the fuck? I am just there to enjoy a drink. But I was usually the accountant for the bar and in with the in crowd so they looked at me as management. Or at least their friend who had to help them out.

One day just around this time of year I went out drinking with a friend of mine who was going through a divorce. He was still living in the same apartment with his wife so he never wanted to go home. So he would call me at my job and say "Lets go out for a few drinks after work." "I am working until midnight." "No problem I will meet you then." He wouldn't take no for an answer. I was single and ready to mingle aand I was always ready to chase down some poon so I was up for hanging out until four in the morning and then going in to work the next day. So I told him I would meet up with him at around eleven.

We decided to go to this joint on Second Avenue which was owned by the same guys that owned a joint on Atlantic Avenue where we used to go all the time. We figured maybe there would be a bartender we know working there because they worked in both places so we would get some god buy backs and shit. So we walk in and there is this girl with bunch of tattoo's that we had never met before. It was a Saturday night and it was Valentines Day. So there was me and my friend who was crying about his fuckin' divorce and two Russian douchebags at the other end of the bar who were hitting on the bartender and the waitress who was Russian as well.

Anyway this bitch keeps coming over and chatting us up. She found out that I knew the owner and the other bartenders like Dimitri who also worked there so we knew the same people. It's the shank of the evening and she comes over to complain about the Russians. She goes "I got to get rid of these guys... they are really out of line....so how are we gonna get rid of them." I look at my friend and he looks at me. "What do you mean we white man?" She goes "Com'om help a girl out. I mean what kind of loser doesn't have a date on Valentines Day?" I look at my friend and he looks at me. "We'll be right with you." We threw a fin on the bar and walked out. We took a cab back to Brooklyn and he met his future second wife that very night.

But there is a moral to this story. Every bar has a chase away guy. A guy who is so annoying that you don't want to go to that bar anymore. So if you own that bar....well you should keep that guy under control.

Otherwise people are gonna find another place to hang out.

Just sayn'