We rarely go to R Bar, but the other night Matt and I thought we'd check out what the 11222 had to offer-- you know, really see what's out there. It wasn't our first choice, but after being IGNORED at Boulevard Tavern, we thought we'd take our business to the potentially less douchy establishment along the BQE.

Upon arriving, we were SERVED DRINKS (what a concept!) and managed to take over the pool table. We played a couple of games and won a game a piece. A guy then approached and asked if we wanted to play doubles with him and the girl we'll assume is his girlfriend. I normally would have refused, but I was feeling social, so I looked towards Matt. Matt, being the pissy bitch he tends to be 4-5 times a week, said he wanted nothing to do with it, so I told the couple that they should just play each other. The guy, looking disappointed, goes, "okay, but you play the winner--it's gonna be her" (smirking and motioning to his girlfriend). Great.

The only thing worse than playing doubles against a couple where the guy thinks he's really good and the girl doesn't play or doesn't care is watching the couple play EACH OTHER. During the game, the guy showed the girl where to hit the ball on every single shot and "went easy" on her while still managing to flaunt his skill while still being "encouraging". You could tell the girl didn't play regularly, but she clearly didn't need his guidance on every single shot. The guy played decently, but interestingly enough, when it came time to make the winning shot, a straightforward shot (with no chance of scratching), he calls this RIDICULOUS bank shot and scratches. I was up. I didn't mind playing the girl, but the situation had become questionable and tedious. Once again during the game, the dude is telling the girl which pocket to call, showing her where to hit the ball on EVERY shot, and then making comments as I'm about to shoot. Honestly, I felt bad for her. Sure, maybe he just really wanted his girlfriend to win, but he totally didn't get that it might be insulting to her and annoying and inconsiderate to me. I lost interest in the game, and in the end, I had one ball left on the table (near) blocking the 8-ball shot the girl had left. It looked impossible from my angle, but somehow she got it in--the ONE SHOT uncoached by her boyfriend.

Anyway, my point is--fellas, next time your woman is playing, trust that she knows what she's doing and if she needs your help, she'll ask for it. And ladies, remember to have fun, own your shots, and always play to win, not to not lose. Actually, this goes for everyone (sorry to be gender specific).