This is from one of those "are we dating the same guy" groups. Every single one of the comments is telling OP she's overreacting and too controlling. Some said things along the lines of "who cares? My husband and I go to Hooters all the time!" 🤮
I am so sad that this behavior is normalized. I'm sad that such restaurants even exist. I am happy I'm single and don't have to worry about this type of bullshit anymore.
I don't think men would react the same if their wives went to a similar restaurant that was full of attractive fit shirtless men. "It's not a big deal, I only went to hang with my friends and have some spicy chicken wings"
Nah
Men would flip out. Men would not feel obligated to be the "cool husband" or feel self conscious about "overthinking" or "being too sensitive"
My boyfriend refrained from removing a woman’s dry clothes in a shared laundromat dryer because he felt it would be indecent to potentially touch or expose any female undergarments inside. A HVM will have a razor-sharp sense of masculine decorum that would not in a million years allow him to enter an establishment comprised of scantily dressed women in any form. Never mind if it’s on vacation and secretly 😑
I'm sorry, but since when do we call a place where men get served by women in underwear a "sports bar"? Ma'am, your boyfriend went to a strip club, AND he's a really bad fucking liar.
Yeah yeah, I know about a Hooters and stuff. But exhibit a) Hooters is a restaurant, not a bar. And exhibit b) Hooters waitresses wear shirts and shorts, not "lingerie".
Why are those women in a "are we dating the same guy?" group if they have no boundaries or standards and their mayunn is perfect? 🤡
Seriously I take solice in the fact that these women preen and crow for male backpats while in a "relationship" and dunk on other women. Its not the sign of a happy relationship that they think it is. Plus that shit is not cute once you pass your teens/early twenties.
I guess I just don't understand going to a new city and instead of wanting to try a new and different cuisine or restaurant ending up at a sports bar instead...
Lie that you went to a cocktail bar where all the men wore speedos and were muscley.