Let me take you back a few months. I was checking into a hotel, one that offered a complimentary mini bar for all guests. A lady in her late forties to early fifties arrived beside me and was listening to the information before getting her room key. She was clearly a regular, a pleasant lady however there was one aspect of the hotel stay she did not agree with.
As best as I can recall, this was the brief conversation:
Guest: ‘Have you stopped offering wine in the mini bar?’
Receptionist: ‘We still have them in stock however we offer two bottles of local ale instead. If you would like me to switch them for you I can do so?’
Guest: ‘No thanks it’s fine, it just feels very sixties to me. A beer for the gentleman and a lemonade for the lady, that’s all.’
Now after we both checked in and I was waiting around in the lobby, a same sex couple checked in. Two females and probably in their early thirties. I wasn’t listening in but I could hear the same check in procedure. This time, the receptionist clearly thought about the earlier conversation.
Receptionist: ‘The mini fridge has two complimentary ales however if you prefer wine I can switch them for you.’
Guest: ‘Oh don’t do that, I like beer!’
Aha! The poor guy was caught out twice. I felt for him as on two seperate occasions he, on no fault of his own, seemed a little condescending despite wanting what was best for the guest. It is certainly an interesting discussion, one I had last night with a couple of girls as they downed pints of cider. Is it bad to assume girls prefer wine, or worse to expect anything else?
As a guy, who knows. I guess on a first date it’s best if I simply offer to pay for it and not hazard a guess in the mean time. It’s much safer than seeming a mysoginist, not a great first impression.