Long post. Important stuff is at the bottom, the rest just explains the night out in a more detail. My adventure in answering the "when to suit up" question. Although we all know the answer is "always".
I went out last night with my girlfriend suited up in a light grey 3 piece, pocket square, and my trusty flask.
Place 1: Upper scale restaurant with a less formal bar upstairs. Our bill was about $120 for about 4 drinks, single 12 oz. filet mignon, and a crab cake appetizer.
We were upstairs close to the bar but seated at a table to eat. A group of three milfs came in and sat at the bar, a blonde about late 30s eye fucked the shit out of me. I held eye contact for about three seconds before smirking and looking back to my girlfriend. Another older woman, early 40s sitting across us did the same. A group of three asians were sitting on a couch in the corner, one was stealing glances all night. Im still curious what they were doing there, they were sitting when we got there and still sitting when we left, not a single drink or plate of food.
A buddy and his girlfriend showed up to meet us, we had to move our table so we could sit 4 and this put us away from the bar. His girlfriend was blown away by the suit and kept telling me how good I looked. We let the girls talk while we talked about an idea to ride the length of our state of dirt bikes during the summer. Finally the younger crowd started to show up. Not real eventful because we were hidden from the bar where everyone was hanging out. There was a sexy little brunette that posted up in a corner so she could see us. She was talking to what im assuming was her boyfriend, while stealing glances at our table. Thats about the time we tabbed out and bounced.
Place 2: Middle class bar. Kind of a sports bar/college bar combo. Their target market was obviously early to mid 20s. There was a huge hipster crowd, it annoyed the shit of me.
Walked straight in, past the dude that was carding everyone, not an issue. The bar was packed so I lead our group through the crowd and found an empty table in the middle of the bar. Definitely got some strange looks. Waitress came up and took our drinks, commented on the suit and felt the material. She was impressed when I told her it was foreign made (400 dollar slim fit Express suit made in china haha). My group was ripping tequila shots, I declined since it was a new venue and I was getting some weird looks, wanted be more sober than any guy who would try to fight me as the night went on. My buddy is a tank though, I was glad to have some extra muscle in case someone got froggy.
We headed off to a corner of the bar to play shuffleboard. It was a blast, but pretty uneventful. I was posted up at one end, directly next a table of four hipsters. Two guys and two girls, the girls having their back to me. The guys were obviously talking about me. They were whispering at each other, laughing, and looking at me. I didn't care, the one kid had a beanie on his head that looked like a used condom so I was laughing just as much as him as he was at me. I did start to get annoyed when he starting pointing at me while talking. I went up to the table, slapped him hard on the back like an old friend and went with the "didn't we go to high school together?" routine on him. He verbally retreated real fast, so I talked to the two girls for a couple minutes with my back completely turned to him, isolating him from the conversation. The other guy turned out to actually be pretty cool. Then I went to shuffleboard and never caught the guy talking shit or pointing again.
Thats about it for this bar. Flirty waitress (but they always are), shutting down that dude and gaming his girl, and the normal eye fucking that occurs when suited up. So we bounced to place 3.
Place 3 - Dive of a dive bar. The girls said they didn't want to go because they were scared I would get stabbed. I told them ive seen enough movies to know that the perp would stab me in the chest, hitting me concealed flask which would save my life. So everything would be fine.
This place reminded me of a frat house. It was two big rooms, one serving as a dance floor, the other serving as the bar. Apparently this was the "local" hangout. And it reeked of hipsters and "I only listen to Eminem while rocking my Air Force Ones" white kids. I can see why the thought I might get stabbed. But four cops were posted up in various spots. Yes you read that right, FOUR uniformed police officers INSIDE the club. I went to the bar to get a drink. The bartender was a sexy little inked up blonde with the tightest little turdcutter I saw all night. She was giving me the cold shoulder though. Oh well, you can't win them all.
I was posted up at the bar solo while my group was in the other room. Got opened by a wildebeest that was sitting next me. God what a trainwreck that girls face was. She looked like she take a set of pioneer tools to the face. I moved away, I wanted to chip some of the ice off the bartenders attitude. Got opened by a single girl ordering a drink. Blah blah drunk girl talk blah blah. I tuned out the second she started talking about the occupy movement and talking about how much she hates the evil suit-wearing bankers. I thought this was hilarious, as she was leaning in and twirling her hair talking about much she hated the "suits" that run America.
I went back to my group, then the second run up at the bar was the highlight of my night. Just the sheer stupidity that chicks run amazes me sometimes. So I order a drink, chip a little of the ice of the bartender, and post up solo at the bar again. A girl and her boyfriend comes up. The girl opens with the question I knew was coming all night:
"Why are you wearing a suit?"
"Im the evil top 1% that is here to steal all your poorly invested money" - me
"Did you just get off work?"
"I dont have a job" - me
couples minutes of fluff talk. At this point she has moved next to me and has her back turned to her boyfriend as he buys her drinks. He sits there like a sheep and sips his drink as we talk. His girlfriend never introduces him once. I would never tolerate a move like that from my girl. Im getting a good vibe.
"So what do you actually do then"
"I told you im unemployed" - me
"Seriously? did you just lose your job or something? if your broke you cant afford suits"
"No im actually starting a business and was meeting a partner at Place 1, he wanted to come here for some drinks" - me
"oh thats so cool, whats your business"
I explain my business which is social media related and she drops this bombshell on me
"Oh do you know Mark?"
"Mark who" - me
"Zuckerburg"
"The founder of facebook? I know of him, I don't know him personally" - me
"I do"
"You know Mark Zuckerburg? The Mark Zuckerburg?" - me
"Yeah hes a pretty good friend actually, I know a lot of famous people"
"You looked like you just robbed a salvation army, the only famous person I bet you know is the Wal-Mart smiley face"
And I laughed and walked back to my group. Danced a bit with my girl. A sexy ass Scandinavian chick kept running into me. I wanted her. But I couldn't have her.
We then walked home, girlfriend puked, and I put on a movie and passed out. fun night.
Reflections:
Suit:
- First time rocking a three piece. I liked the vest because it was cold outside, but it did feel a bit too much at times.
- Tie: classic full windsor. Anyone got any ideas when different knots would work better? I will look into this.
-Pocket square: I know G is dead set on this and I agree. I rocked the simple square fold, peaking out of the pocket slightly. It made the suit come together when I put it in. I got approached solely because of it once. And I had another lizard come up and start trying fold it into a point, cant argue with lizard initiated kino.
- Cuff Links: I have personalized silver cuff links given as a present. Got a few comments but nothing outrageous. I do like them and will wear them when I get the chance, but that is a personal preference.
- Flask: Again it is a silver personalized flask given as part of the same present. Highly recommend rocking a flask. You will get attention when your drink appears to be too weak, and you pull out your flask and top it off, and if the bartender sees it your next drink will be stronger. It also worked good because Place 3 stopped serving alcohol at 12:30, I have no clue why. And you always have some after party liquor handy when you a pull a girl back.
- Smoking: I dont smoke. I smoke sometimes when I drink. I didn't this time. But I can see the benefits and walking outside near a group of girls smoking, busting our your zippo and lighting up.
Venues:
Place 1: Suit killed the upper class venue. Cougars and young girls alike eye fucking me all night.
Place 2: Suit not as a good as an idea. You can rock it but you need to be comfortable in it, as you are going to get some haters. Just remember that those haters girlfriends are stealing glances when their boyfriend drops his guard. I would be wary of rolling dolo unless you know the venue. That one guy I disarmed could have very easily gone the other way.
Place 3: Suit killed it here. Surprisingly. Maybe it was the contrast of the suit and the place being such a shitty dive bar. I thought It was going to be downhill after place 2. And I didn't feel in danger at all, even though I was solo much of the night here. It wasn't because of the cops either, I just didnt sense a hater vibe.
Moral:
Dont be afraid to suit up anywhere. If your nervous about hitting some new venues and its your first time rocking a suit. Bring a girl or a friend along. When you are seen with people that don't think it is weird for your be to suited up, no one will think otherwise.
You are different. Be prepared. Haters will hate. Girls will eye fuck you. You may get special treatment. Your low-key and manly, don't flash money like your dying to show off that wad you just pulled from the ATM. Don't act like a douchebag thinking your better than everyone else. Do spit game.
Two dudes rocking suits would kill it. Get a wing and suit his ass up. Then roll in the strange.
I went out last night with my girlfriend suited up in a light grey 3 piece, pocket square, and my trusty flask.
Place 1: Upper scale restaurant with a less formal bar upstairs. Our bill was about $120 for about 4 drinks, single 12 oz. filet mignon, and a crab cake appetizer.
We were upstairs close to the bar but seated at a table to eat. A group of three milfs came in and sat at the bar, a blonde about late 30s eye fucked the shit out of me. I held eye contact for about three seconds before smirking and looking back to my girlfriend. Another older woman, early 40s sitting across us did the same. A group of three asians were sitting on a couch in the corner, one was stealing glances all night. Im still curious what they were doing there, they were sitting when we got there and still sitting when we left, not a single drink or plate of food.
A buddy and his girlfriend showed up to meet us, we had to move our table so we could sit 4 and this put us away from the bar. His girlfriend was blown away by the suit and kept telling me how good I looked. We let the girls talk while we talked about an idea to ride the length of our state of dirt bikes during the summer. Finally the younger crowd started to show up. Not real eventful because we were hidden from the bar where everyone was hanging out. There was a sexy little brunette that posted up in a corner so she could see us. She was talking to what im assuming was her boyfriend, while stealing glances at our table. Thats about the time we tabbed out and bounced.
Place 2: Middle class bar. Kind of a sports bar/college bar combo. Their target market was obviously early to mid 20s. There was a huge hipster crowd, it annoyed the shit of me.
Walked straight in, past the dude that was carding everyone, not an issue. The bar was packed so I lead our group through the crowd and found an empty table in the middle of the bar. Definitely got some strange looks. Waitress came up and took our drinks, commented on the suit and felt the material. She was impressed when I told her it was foreign made (400 dollar slim fit Express suit made in china haha). My group was ripping tequila shots, I declined since it was a new venue and I was getting some weird looks, wanted be more sober than any guy who would try to fight me as the night went on. My buddy is a tank though, I was glad to have some extra muscle in case someone got froggy.
We headed off to a corner of the bar to play shuffleboard. It was a blast, but pretty uneventful. I was posted up at one end, directly next a table of four hipsters. Two guys and two girls, the girls having their back to me. The guys were obviously talking about me. They were whispering at each other, laughing, and looking at me. I didn't care, the one kid had a beanie on his head that looked like a used condom so I was laughing just as much as him as he was at me. I did start to get annoyed when he starting pointing at me while talking. I went up to the table, slapped him hard on the back like an old friend and went with the "didn't we go to high school together?" routine on him. He verbally retreated real fast, so I talked to the two girls for a couple minutes with my back completely turned to him, isolating him from the conversation. The other guy turned out to actually be pretty cool. Then I went to shuffleboard and never caught the guy talking shit or pointing again.
Thats about it for this bar. Flirty waitress (but they always are), shutting down that dude and gaming his girl, and the normal eye fucking that occurs when suited up. So we bounced to place 3.
Place 3 - Dive of a dive bar. The girls said they didn't want to go because they were scared I would get stabbed. I told them ive seen enough movies to know that the perp would stab me in the chest, hitting me concealed flask which would save my life. So everything would be fine.
This place reminded me of a frat house. It was two big rooms, one serving as a dance floor, the other serving as the bar. Apparently this was the "local" hangout. And it reeked of hipsters and "I only listen to Eminem while rocking my Air Force Ones" white kids. I can see why the thought I might get stabbed. But four cops were posted up in various spots. Yes you read that right, FOUR uniformed police officers INSIDE the club. I went to the bar to get a drink. The bartender was a sexy little inked up blonde with the tightest little turdcutter I saw all night. She was giving me the cold shoulder though. Oh well, you can't win them all.
I was posted up at the bar solo while my group was in the other room. Got opened by a wildebeest that was sitting next me. God what a trainwreck that girls face was. She looked like she take a set of pioneer tools to the face. I moved away, I wanted to chip some of the ice off the bartenders attitude. Got opened by a single girl ordering a drink. Blah blah drunk girl talk blah blah. I tuned out the second she started talking about the occupy movement and talking about how much she hates the evil suit-wearing bankers. I thought this was hilarious, as she was leaning in and twirling her hair talking about much she hated the "suits" that run America.
I went back to my group, then the second run up at the bar was the highlight of my night. Just the sheer stupidity that chicks run amazes me sometimes. So I order a drink, chip a little of the ice of the bartender, and post up solo at the bar again. A girl and her boyfriend comes up. The girl opens with the question I knew was coming all night:
"Why are you wearing a suit?"
"Im the evil top 1% that is here to steal all your poorly invested money" - me
"Did you just get off work?"
"I dont have a job" - me
couples minutes of fluff talk. At this point she has moved next to me and has her back turned to her boyfriend as he buys her drinks. He sits there like a sheep and sips his drink as we talk. His girlfriend never introduces him once. I would never tolerate a move like that from my girl. Im getting a good vibe.
"So what do you actually do then"
"I told you im unemployed" - me
"Seriously? did you just lose your job or something? if your broke you cant afford suits"
"No im actually starting a business and was meeting a partner at Place 1, he wanted to come here for some drinks" - me
"oh thats so cool, whats your business"
I explain my business which is social media related and she drops this bombshell on me
"Oh do you know Mark?"
"Mark who" - me
"Zuckerburg"
"The founder of facebook? I know of him, I don't know him personally" - me
"I do"
"You know Mark Zuckerburg? The Mark Zuckerburg?" - me
"Yeah hes a pretty good friend actually, I know a lot of famous people"
"You looked like you just robbed a salvation army, the only famous person I bet you know is the Wal-Mart smiley face"
And I laughed and walked back to my group. Danced a bit with my girl. A sexy ass Scandinavian chick kept running into me. I wanted her. But I couldn't have her.
We then walked home, girlfriend puked, and I put on a movie and passed out. fun night.
Reflections:
Suit:
- First time rocking a three piece. I liked the vest because it was cold outside, but it did feel a bit too much at times.
- Tie: classic full windsor. Anyone got any ideas when different knots would work better? I will look into this.
-Pocket square: I know G is dead set on this and I agree. I rocked the simple square fold, peaking out of the pocket slightly. It made the suit come together when I put it in. I got approached solely because of it once. And I had another lizard come up and start trying fold it into a point, cant argue with lizard initiated kino.
- Cuff Links: I have personalized silver cuff links given as a present. Got a few comments but nothing outrageous. I do like them and will wear them when I get the chance, but that is a personal preference.
- Flask: Again it is a silver personalized flask given as part of the same present. Highly recommend rocking a flask. You will get attention when your drink appears to be too weak, and you pull out your flask and top it off, and if the bartender sees it your next drink will be stronger. It also worked good because Place 3 stopped serving alcohol at 12:30, I have no clue why. And you always have some after party liquor handy when you a pull a girl back.
- Smoking: I dont smoke. I smoke sometimes when I drink. I didn't this time. But I can see the benefits and walking outside near a group of girls smoking, busting our your zippo and lighting up.
Venues:
Place 1: Suit killed the upper class venue. Cougars and young girls alike eye fucking me all night.
Place 2: Suit not as a good as an idea. You can rock it but you need to be comfortable in it, as you are going to get some haters. Just remember that those haters girlfriends are stealing glances when their boyfriend drops his guard. I would be wary of rolling dolo unless you know the venue. That one guy I disarmed could have very easily gone the other way.
Place 3: Suit killed it here. Surprisingly. Maybe it was the contrast of the suit and the place being such a shitty dive bar. I thought It was going to be downhill after place 2. And I didn't feel in danger at all, even though I was solo much of the night here. It wasn't because of the cops either, I just didnt sense a hater vibe.
Moral:
Dont be afraid to suit up anywhere. If your nervous about hitting some new venues and its your first time rocking a suit. Bring a girl or a friend along. When you are seen with people that don't think it is weird for your be to suited up, no one will think otherwise.
You are different. Be prepared. Haters will hate. Girls will eye fuck you. You may get special treatment. Your low-key and manly, don't flash money like your dying to show off that wad you just pulled from the ATM. Don't act like a douchebag thinking your better than everyone else. Do spit game.
Two dudes rocking suits would kill it. Get a wing and suit his ass up. Then roll in the strange.
God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
The Original Emotional Alpha