I hang out in a place that I call the pub. It's a small mom and pop type place, really laid back.
A few months ago, there was an altercation between a couple of idiots who couldn't handle their testosterone properly. The owner was trying to put a stop to it, but was not having much luck. I took one of the men outside with a quickness and told him that I didn't care who started what. He was to sit down, shut up and drink his beer like a man. He started to talk **** and I put my face really close to his and told him to shut the **** up and drink. I told him if he could drink his beer faster than me, I'd give him a free swing at me.
He says, "what if I can't?" I went on a soapbox and told him that was a great question." Did you ask yourself that question before you started talking sh*t to the other idiot inside? " He totally forgot about what he was so pissed off about.
Physical presence, a natural charisma and a nickname of "professor" have given rise to all manner of drinkers, young, old, male, female trying to get social proof by trying to get me to shake their hand (guys) or remember their name (girls)
Lots of free drinks, people watching my back, girls introducing me their big sisters, little sisters, girlfriends. Guys buying me drinks just so that they can look "cool" because they know my "real name".