I can just imagine the writer and his or her assistant coming up with the list in their cubicle at the Cosmo or GQ office. This one - "What Your Drink Says About You On A Date" - comes from The Daily Meal today.
Martini: If you're a guy, you're trying to impress (and it's probably working). If you're a girl drinking a dirty martini, you're a hot mess: the dirtier, the messier, the hotter.
Vodka on the Rocks: Too self-conscious to actually order a martini.
White Russian: Obsessed with The Big Lebowski, and probably The Daily Show. Or, you just like to drink dessert.
Bud Light: You're easy going, laid back, and at home at a sports bar. If you're a girl, you know how to hang with the guys.
Stella Artois: You have no particular knowledge or affinity towards beer so you just order "Stella" cause it's familiar.
Lillet/Campari/Aperol: You're twee, and possibly like to throw around words like "mixology."
Vodka Cranberry: When in doubt, you stick to what you drank in college.
White wine: You're definitely a woman. You're possibly a little uptight.
Prosecco: You're often a little uptight, but tonight you're looking to party.
Whiskey, neat: You're hot. Regardless of gender.
Jäger: Secretly wishing you were hanging out with your buddies.
Vodka Gimlet: You're a huge dork, but you hope sort of in a cool way?
Appletini: You've left the kids with a sitter and you're ready to have fun!
Pimm's Cup: You're an Anglophile.
Old-Fashioned: Mad Men is your favorite show — you either want to be, or sleep with, Don Draper.
Margarita, on the rocks: You've decided to have a good time tonight.
Margarita, frozen: You're in Cabo.
PBR: You're drinking quickly on your way to a non-profit fundraiser, followed by a poetry reading in a former industrial warehouse.
Tequila Shots: You're either getting laid, or just getting through it.
Long Island Iced Tea: You have a drinking problem.
A beer, while at a cocktail bar: Overprotective of your manhood or unadventurous.
A cocktail, while at a dive bar: Insufferable.
I'm pretty sure that, at one time or another, I've had all of these except for the Vodka Cranberry. So heaven knows what signals I've been sending out.
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