Like you said, after spending time even with great gents with awesome wine and convo, drunk dudes at the bar- Booo

But who am I to complain?   Life's been good to me so far...    

And I don't own a Maserati...just a Lincoln MKZ, that blows most of the other fools off the road at will.  Plus, I can travel and hobby when it suits me, in style.  What did I say in my second statement?

If I want to meet women, there are hundreds to talk to everyday...

at the supermarket, etc...  That pays off.

A bar? I go to a bar to drink. I enjoy flirting, but I'm not looking for a payoff. The odds are poor in most bars

Although much more difficult to have sex that night
(depending on standards of course)

It does stroke the ego to get a phone # and or have a longer conversation.

The bar scene(s) where I sometimes hang are also nice restaurants so worse case
you have a nice dinner. It really is hit or miss to get dates. I traveled for business
for years so got used to it.  

Now on the rebound...I'm not really interested in a relationship so am at more
strip club bar scenes LOL!

The senior social sites such as POF and Senior People are just stuffed with lonely women.    As many dates as you want.     You can't get the beauty, youth, and sex you get from a provider.  Hobby on.......

who approach me ALL the damn time, thinking I will believe that they're going to make my dreams come true HA HA HA, (I make my dreams come true,) are just like my ex boyfriend from a couple years ago.

I was escorting, so we were allowed to fuck outside of our relationship obviously. But he got SO many young chicks. I kept asking him "how in the hell do you do that?" They were HOT. Granted, he didn't tell me who he fucked, I just knew when they'd get within a certain vicinity of each other.

DUH. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he would brag about his elite status and all of his business connections to young female wait staff and women at bars, offer them the opportunity to have an internship, etc etc. lol.

When we first met, I threw out a number at him to tell him "I don't need you." I wasn't interested. Then he threw a number back at me, you know, the 6 figure income. (Which also could be 100 grand).

I remember thinking, "Oh. He wants to get laid. That's why he's talking about his income." So he gave me his phone number and business card lol, and I knew I had a number stored for an easy lay. Unfortunately i did fall for the guy, but he was EXPENSIVE to date!

His throwing out his income, and talking about his expensive - blah blah blah - I know you're trying to get laid dude. But the bullshit that I hate at bars, is them bragging about their properties, their riches, their elite job, their travel, and then BAM. They want to go dutch. LOL.

Nowadays, no fucking way. No way would I go dutch ever ever ever again. Not if I'm going to fuck 'em. Nowadays, to me bullshit is this: If you don't give me a stack of hundreds, pay for my dinner and drinks, you're full of shit.

These guys in bars, on airplanes, etc etc will all come at you like horny stray cats after a young female kitten in heat, and you have to weed through all the bullshit. Throw natural attraction in there, and the desire to be with someone, only to find out you're hooked, and they know it, and then ask to go dutch - or even for you to pay for their trip to Hawaii - I'd rather just screen guys here, take their money, and feel the love that way.

These bar guys - BYE BITCHES. LOL.

Oh! Also, the other day I had another one coming at me offering me to stay in his "5 bedroom house". (Wondering if he's on TER. LOL.) I was like "bitch, I lived a 5 bedroom houses. I'm not cleaning that bitch for you. What are you trying to say?"  

LOL. He kept pursuing me, this old dude, and touching me. I finally looked at him, said "no thanks" to his drink offer, and while he was talking turned my back on him while flipping my hair. I've never been confident enough to do that. And I didn't care that his feelings were hurt. I said 'NO' and he disregarded my 'NO'.

Anyway, thanks for letting me rant.

Sending me drinks , interrupting my privacy with sappy pick up lines , rubbing against me , trying to slip something into my drink.....whispering in my ear all the stuff they wanna do to me....
Well , then I usually wake up and realize I've overslept again.

Actually , as a guy  I've never been into the bar scene thing. For one thing I hate the assumptions. I mean if I smile at a lady it doesn't automatically mean I'm trying to seduce her. If a couple guys are sitting next to one another it's likely they will at some point engage in a little friendly conversation or banter. But, If a lady sit next to me I'm pretty sure if I just nod a friendly hello she'll think I'm trying to get her in my room.

I recall once in Chicago I was to meet my local fave in the hotel bar. She always liked to sip a glass of wine before we slipped up to the room. It was kinda of a trendy place so I arrived about 20 minutes early to secure a little table. Too late , they were gone. But there was a couple spots at the bar. So I grab my stool . Next to me was a well dressed attractive young woman. I smiled at her and did a friendly hello. She acknowledge me but then kinda did the hair flip tuning the back to you thing that has been described in another post in this thread. Body language continued to say " don't even try you creep ....I know what you are up to....ain't happening "!  Definitely dismissive.  Then , in about 15 minutes Dodda walks in. Absolutely stunning in a stylish but sexy black dress. Every head turns as she zeros in on the empty spot I've secured next to me. Before sitting she gives me a sweet hug and apologize for running late ( she was actually a little early). The defensive lady next to me was probably a 9. Next to the sizzling blond bombshell Dodda she sunk to a 6. The best part was the look she gave me when I stood to let Dodda slip onto the stool and she kinda had to scooch over to give us some room.

I don't go to clubs at all. Hate those scenes. But if I'm in a bar of any kind it's not to pick up women. I probably already have something going.  
But , if ya wanna hit on me in my dreams , well , I guess that's OK.

I have always enjoyed the chase. The flirting, the winks, the thrust and parry. A lot of times it ends in no penetration or I go home totally defeated. There are also the surprise conquests, the one you never saw coming or cumming. Met a lot of fun ladies in bars.

Sure I do the hooker thing, but what is the challenge there?(unless you are an AA male)

Money, yep
Screening, easy to do
Boom, I'm in

That said, I'm on a site called Meetup.com, and I'm signed up with a lot of different groups (singles, foodies, dog owners, Humanists of Minnesota, Minnesota Atheists, just to name a few).  So I usually have something going on with one of those groups, and don't need to go to a bar by myself.  Funny thing is, though, one night a meetup got cancelled, so I decided to just have a burger and a beer at a bar I'd been interested in trying.  Lo and behold, a real stunner walked up to me and made it really clear that she wanted to go home with me.  What wasn't funny is that she was drunk as a skunk, so I hung out with her for hours, just trying to get her phone number, and she got mad that I didn't want to take advantage of her and ditched me.  It's a good thing I got to see my ATF the next week.

Us cute older gents appreciate you!

I'm a happy hour guy, last night out much later
I agree with you, I'd rather know than not, who I'm bedding or if I'm bedding
Makes my life lots simpler

If I set my intention to hook up, it never happens. I'm good-looking and youngish, but I'm not a pick up artist. That bores me. However, I LOVE connecting with people. I've had the greatest conversations and nights out with random people at bars, talking about this and that and everything. In that context, I occasionally hook up, and when I do it's amazing; two people connecting; happy in the morning, laughing and drinking coffee. There's nothing like it.

Always go to nice, "regular" places where most patrons are going to chill, not hook up. I've met tons of women who are attractive and who think I'm attractive---and nothing happened other than a great conversation and perhaps Facebook friends.

You've got to enjoy it for what it is. I met my most recent GF that way. She was like (later), wow, you were just genuinely interestied in talking and in  what I had to say, no agenda. It's not devoid of flirting, but as a guy I set my boundary.