They saw a couple 'patrons' milling about around us while we were playing pool, making smalltalk, and then one of them and the new bartender basically taking us by the arms and taking us to the ATM, and when all three of us had gone, dragging us out of the bar and putting us in a cab. Anyhow he mentioned this later to one of his regular bartender friends, and he relayed the story to the owner, who ended up checking the security cams. My buddy was a regular at that particular bar, but it was a new person working that night. All three of us lost memory of the night at about the same time and came to next morning to find $200 withdrawn from each of our debit cards. Once, in SF, was out playing pool with my buddy and his then-girlfriend.

You don't think of guys as being victims of drink spiking, but I'm here to tell you, I got drugged twice. If somebody is giving you a questionable vibe, don’t take any chances. Order your own drinks and keep an eye on it like a hawk because you never know. I know it doesn’t seem like anything bad can happen to you, but it can happen to anybody. So fellas, I’m here to tell you: don’t ever take drinks from strangers.

I know the difference between someone being too tipsy and overly friendly vs whatever was up with this woman, but every instinct in my body said “this is not a safe situation”.

I immediately alerted my manager that something was up and then snuck out the back door. Not like “here, have a drink with me” but more like “drink this, no please, drink this” and I said that I had to get back to work but that I’d come by and have some drinks when I got off in a little bit. My cue to get the fuck out as soon as possible was that she kept trying to put a drink in my hand. Obviously I deal with drunk people on a daily basis, but something about her behavior made me keep my guard up.īut that’s not the cautionary tale. She’d either grab me by the arm, put her arm around me, or that she needs my “help” with something. But after a few minutes I try to go back to my job and she physically won’t let me. Being on the clock, I politely decline but she says she just wants to talk and I’m like okay it’s slow right now so I’ll talk for a few minutes. At first she’s pretty friendly, but she becomes really flirty and insists that I join her for a drink at the bar. Tonight, a fairly attractive woman in her late 30s/early 40s comes in and she immediately clocks me and comes over to talk. I’m a 26 year old man who works at a bar on the North Side.

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