An Open Letter To Guys Who Get Pissed When Their Waitress Won’t Give Out Her Phone Number

Dear Men,

Your waitress is not required to give you her phone number just because you ask for it. Maybe you think she is so totally into you because when you asked for extra Ranch dressing she brought you two ramekins instead of one. She did not bring you that extra dressing because she wants to take a ride on your fried cheese stick. She brought you that extra dressing because she judged your gloober globber ass and could tell that one extra ramekin of Ranch wasn’t going to be enough for you and she was saving herself a second trip. Servers, by definition, are there to be nice to you. We try to smile as often as we can because it will give the impression that we are happy to serve you and that we are enjoying what we are doing. Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t always miserable at work, but even when we are, we tend to put a smile on our face. If we don’t, someone will inevitably say that we should smile more so we can make better tips. (Nine times out of ten, that someone will be a man telling that to a female server and then as soon as the woman does crack a smile, either the man is going to think she’s into him, or his girlfriend or wife is going to think that her man is being hit on right in front of her.)

But back to the phone number. If you feel like you and your waitress are hitting it off, it’s fine to ask for her number. Go ahead. After all, maybe the two of you are soulmates and you both felt that spark of attraction when your hands touched each other as she handed you a bread basket. You’ll never know if you don’t ask. However, if you ask for her number and she respectfully declines, it’s up to you be a gentleman about it and accept the truth: she doesn’t want you to call her. Maybe she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or maybe she doesn’t mix business with pleasure or maybe the way you sucked all the meat off that chicken wing told her everything she needs to know about what it would be like to make out with you. Deal with it. For whatever reason, she does not want to give you her number.

Your correct response is this: “Okay, cool, can’t blame me for trying, right? Have a good night.”

The incorrect response is any of these:

  • Calling her a bitch.
  • Assuming she’s a lesbian.
  • Not leaving a tip because your feel like your manhood was questioned and your teeny tiny set of balls just shriveled up with embarrassment and went inside your body like a turtle going into its shell.
  • Regressing to third grade and drawing a picture of a dick on the receipt where you are supposed to sign your name. (If you are going to draw a picture of a dick on your receipt, at least make sure you are a good artist. The above picture is very poor and makes me wonder what your penis actually looks like. I mean, are your testicles really horizontal to the shaft? And why are they so small in relation to the length and girth of the rod? Did your circumcision go horribly wrong? Why is it lumpy?)

Look guys, your waitress is not obligated to give you her phone number. If you ask for it and she says no, be a real man, grow the fuck up and deal with it.

Mustard and mayo,
The Bitchy Waiter

p.s. At least the guy in the photo still left a tip. That means he’s not a total dick. He just likes to draw them.

8 thoughts on “An Open Letter To Guys Who Get Pissed When Their Waitress Won’t Give Out Her Phone Number

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  2. C.C.

    I get asked for my number fairly often. I really don’t like being put in that situation. Now I have a rule at work. I tell them that they can leave their number, but I don’t give out mine.
    I don’t like having to feel that pressure if I don’t give out a number, I won’t get tipped no matter how good my service is.

    I am at work, please respect that. If I thought we had a connection, I would call if I wanted to. 🙂

  3. Erin

    Agreed! If you think you hit it off with me then just leave your number on the table when you’re leaving. If you were right then I’ll shoot you a text. If you were wrong but want to still want to come back to the restaurant then just pretend nothing ever happened so it doesn’t have to be weird.

  4. Serenity

    No no no. Don’t ask for my number at all. Too awkward. If you really really think I liked you. leave yours as you leave. Then I can call you if you want, and it saves us both from me having to say no. However, don’t come ni with your wife, and write your “friend’s” number on a napkin with instructions to leave you a message there to avoid said wife. Yeah, that happened. Gross.

  5. Jacklyn Lee

    My very attractive sister used to give out the number for the children’s library “dial-a-story ” phone line. I wonder how many guys actually called, thinking they would reach my beautiful sister and instead heard that robotic voice recite “once upon a time, in a land far far away…..” lol.


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